The liveshow // phan

"Dan? Are you ok?"

Dan's POV

"Dan? Are you ok?" I could hear Phil's distant voice. I tried to respond but the words wouldn't come out.
I was crying in frustration and Phil seemed to be growing more worried my the second.
"Ph-phil, h-h-help" It took all of my concentration to get those words out and I couldn't say anything else.
Phil stood up, "Dan, um, ju-just wait there. I'll be back. Um, or should you come with me. Fuck. What do I do?!"
Phil was getting so frustrated and I couldn't help. His use of the word 'fuck' shocked me, he always try's to avoid swearing. Phil must be so scared and there's noting I can do but sit here helplessly.
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Phil's POV

I decided I had to call and ambulance. I stumbled downstairs, cursing as I tripped over my shoes which I had left on the stairs earlier this morning. "Shit"
I ran into the sitting room. "Where the fuck is my phone?!" I searched frantically around the room. All of the dark furniture certainly didn't help me find my black iPhone.
I finally found it, my hands were trembling but I just about managed to type '999'.

"999 what is your emergency?"

"Um, my friend is shaking and, god I just need help! Please" my voice cracked on the last word. I can't loose Dan. I just need someone to help.

"Ok Sir, stay calm. You need to get your friend to lye down and get them a hot water bottle to put on their stomach. Try not to panic, it just sounds like a severe panic attack but your friend should be fine. Can you tell me your address?"

Fuck. What's our address? We'd just moved and I'm useless at remembering things like that anyway.

"Um.... It's the flat on the 12th floor of 26 Walkergate, um, London. Err... I can't remember the postcode, we've just moved. I'm so sorry. Can you get here anyway? Just get close. Please, I'll come down the street to find you if I need to" I was full on weeping by then. I was so frustrated and scared. Why the fuck can't I even remember my own address. For fucks sake Phil, it's for Dan. Dan; you need to help Dan.

"Yes, I've got it here. There's an ambulance coming now. I'll stay on the line. Now can you get a hot water bottle and get your friend lay down with it on their stomach?"

That's all I have to do, get a hot water bottle and get Dan into bed. I can do that, right?
"Yeah, ok. I'll do that now. Is it ok if I leave my phone so I have both hands free?"

"Yes of course. I'll stay on the line. Let me know how it goes."

"Right thanks" I ran into the kitchen. The hot water bottles are in the bedroom Phil. Oh crap. I ran upstairs. Dan was trying to stand up.
"Dan! No! Just... wait, come with me. I put my arm under his and guided him into the bedroom.
"Ok. Just lye here. An ambulance is coming and I need to get you a hot water bottle. The nurse said you'll be fine. Just wait here" I tried to smile but a tear ended up falling down my face instead. Dan's breathing was still fast but it was getting slower, back to normal. He was still shaking but seemed to be more in control of his limbs. He reached up and shakily wiped away the tears from my eyes.
"I'll be ok Phil" he said quietly.
"I hope so" I whispered through a cry.
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Dan's POV

I was lay in bed. Phil had ran downstairs cursing as he, yet again, tripped over his shoes which he still hadn't moved from the stairs.
I could hear the kettle boiling. He had been told by whoever was on the phone that it would help. I don't see how but anythings worth a shot right now.
After a few minutes I heard him running up the stairs on the phone:
"I've got the hot water bottle"
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"Right ok"
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His voice was getting louder as he neared the bedroom. My hearing was getting better too as he didn't sound as muffled as before.
"What if it doesn't work" he whispered, but it wasn't quiet enough to stop me from hearing him. Those five words made my heart break.
All of a sudden I was crying. Not pretty crying like you would see in a movie just full on, heavy tears.
They helped, they seemed to reduce the shaking. Every sob helping me gain slightly more control over my body.
Phil rushed in the room, said "oh god, um just a sec" and dropped his phone onto the bedside table.
He threw himself onto the bed next to me and pulled my up into a hug.
"What if it doesn't work Phil?" I choked through the huge tears I was crying.
"It will. It will..." He was crying too. The woman on the phone was asking what was happening:
"Mr Lester? Can you tell me what's going on? Mr Lester?"
Phil leaned over, not loosening his grip, and grabbed the phone.
"Oh, it's fine, nothing happened. Um, when will the ambulance be here?"
I couldn't make out the words on the other end of the phone but Phil's responses gave me a pretty good clue since he was basically just repeating what the woman was saying but in a more quizzical and saddened tone.
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Phil's POV

The ambulance took about another five minutes to arrive. The hot water bottle helped and by the time the paramedics found us, no thanks to my terrible instructions, Dan had almost stopped shaking and was able to talk to me.
"Hello?" A mans voice shouted up the stairs.
"Oh thank god" I said as I stood up and went to retrieve the man. He was tall, about the same hight as me, if not taller, and had messy brown hair and dark blue eyes; an unusual combination.
"Hello, I'm Callum. Where's the patient?" He sounded so calm. I don't know how, well, this is his job. He probably deals with much worse than this all of the time.
"Oh, um. I'm Phil. Dan's upstairs" I replied. I started running up the stairs as Callum and an other man followed.
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They took Dan's temperature, blood pressure, checked his heart rate and took a blood sample.
"Everything seems fine. It looks like he just had a nervous breakdown. It's nothing to worry about but try not to do anything stressful for the next couple of days. I'll get the tests done on his blood and the other results and you should get a letter in a couple of days." Callum said.
I felt the relief flood over me. Dan was going to be ok, well at least for now. I decided not to worry about the results. The paramedics didn't think it was anything to worry about so I shouldn't worry either.
I thanked Callum and the other man, who turned out to be George, and went back upstairs to see Dan.
He was smiling. His breathing was normal, he could hear, talk and move like normal. I checked my phone. Thousands of notifications popped up from various social media sites.
'Omg did you see Dan's liveshow? What's wrong Phil?'
'Jesus Christ, wtf happened to Dan? Is he ok?"
Then there was the odd few about the kiss or the parts of the story that we got to tell:
'Ooooommmmgggg I still haven't recovered!'
'#phanisreal omg fml'
'The story! Omg, 2012, so emotional'
'Omg the story, bless my soul'
It was funny seeing all of the different reactions but I couldn't be bothered with facing all of the screenshots, textposts and memes people would have made about me and Dan, yeah they didn't realise how bad it was but that doesn't make it any better for me.
I powered down my phone, turned off the lights and got cuddled up to Dan's warm body. Safe from the world, from everything and everyone; just me and Dan, Dan and me.
I felt a happiness rush over me that I'd never felt before as I drifted further and further away from the problems of reality and into the peaceful world of sleep.

AN // I hope you like this chapter, I'm not really sure whether the whole Dan thing is good or not but I'm going back to the story in the next chapter.
Please vote for this story if you enjoyed it and thanks again for reading! Bye :)