Shivers // Phan

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Phil
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I awoke startled by the sound of something smashing downstairs, I jerked up and started to release my feet from the cave like duvet, I groggily placed each leg on the floor as I looked over at the clock next to me on the bed table, 11:12. 'Wow' I muttered to myself a minute too late I suppose. Other then the smashing I heard no more sounds coming from the kitchen. The apartment was dead  silent. It didn't seem right, it was eerie. There where no sound following the smash, whatever happened wasn't being cleaned ... Whomever did so was insanely silent. I tend to go to bed around 10:00, Dan is usually up all night being a couch potato.. maybe it was Dan... but I still hadn't heard anything from him if it was honestly his fault. I'm sure he would have said a curse, or cleaned, or at least made some other sound after an incident if he where to break something. Surely he hadn't gone to bed either . . . I stayed silent listening for any sound, but nothing... not even the pitter patter of Dan's pacing.

 I started to get back in the bed when there was another faint sound, it wasn't something breaking, but it was something, probably Dan, tiptoeing his way up to the bathroom. The lights flicked on as I heard him groaning from across the hall, they where muffled, as if being covered by a cloth, which Dan tended to do often with his sleeves. Then through the small creek of my door and the wall, I watched silently as the lights turned off and Dan stumbled his way to his room, probably to watch videos or get in his nightly cardio by pacing his room. I heard his door close and a few pitiful coughs as he then proceeded to faintly clear his throat. Then silence... not another sound... No footsteps, No music or sound effects... nothing... then I heard faint, pitiful snores from his room... which shocked me a bit because Dan never really snores often. Knowing Dan was asleep I checked the time again, 11:15...  Interesting . . . as far as I know Dan is usually up until at least 1:00 normally. 

I hesitantly got out of bed, sheepish and cold I dropped the duvet across the bed side and slowly opened the door, making sure not to wake Dan if he was actually asleep. I walked down to the Kitchen/lounge and went behind our breakfast bar. There was no big mess, I turned on the lights and saw a few glass shards on the floor, shaped as if they where meant to be crystals. But, there where only about 5 and they where scattered across the floor. There was no way I'd be able to determine what the glass once was. I opened the trash can and caught a glimpse of the other glass shards, 'Huh, maybe he did clean it up' I muttered, I wasn't about to dig in the trash to learn what Dan broke, so I just decided to clean the rest of it up. As I was cleaning I turned on the other light, revealing the open cabinet of cereal and glass bowls and it was a mess. The bowls where unstacked and scattered , an obvious danger hazard, and the cereals where tipped over and some boxes had some contents spilling out of the bag and in the cupboard.

On the counter I saw a few more specks of glass, however a decent sized shard caught my eye. It was probably the sharpest one I'd seen so far and it had dots of red on it... I nervously attempted wiping off the red spots, Most of it came off like liquid onto the paper towel. some leaving a little pink stains behind on the white shard. That had settled it, It was blood, and it was most likely Dan's. 'Dan . . . . Oh crap! Dan!' I mentally screamed at myself for not realizing sooner. I quickly finished cleaning, pricking my own finger in the process, it hurt for a second but it was nothing serious , I quickly stacked the bowls again and placed the cereals upward. I then proceeded to walk to the bathroom and wash off my finger, the blood came off easy as I wrapped a nice band-aid around my index finger-tip and quietly walked over to Dan's room. 

I walked in quietly listening to his pitiful snores, he laid on his bed, in a curled position, on top of the duvet. He was out cold and to his senses it was an early time to fall asleep, he must have been really tired. I noticed the mattress shaking slightly as I looked back at Dan's sleeping figure and say him violently shivering, I felt pity 'he must be freezing' I muttered under my breath. I swiftly, quietly, and carefully pulled the duvet out from under his body cautiously, and contently dropped it on top of his shivering self. He was still shaking , but it was faint and I felt better that I had Helped in way, even if he didn't bother to notice. I got on my knees and sat by his bedside, looking at his sleeping face. 

In that moment I noticed how childish he was, it was adorable in my eyes, His eyes where closed but not to tightly, half his face pressed into the pillow as he slept on his side, and his mouth partially open, it was the greatest moment of my week at that point and I laughed silently as I watched his nose twitch., trying not to erupt in laughter and wake his adorable self. I got closer to his face, and started to caress his cheek... in a caring way... When I felt a fine line upon his bare skin, It was also moist and I thought at that moment I knew what it was, blood. It felt like a stitch line, though I knew it wasn't, it was the glass. The glass had got him, explaining the blood stained shard.  I didn't like blood.. not at all. In my mental panic I decided the best thing to do was treat the cut... but Dan was asleep. I sighed , 'Phil, you got to do what you got to do!'

 I walked to the bathroom and grabbed a wet rag , band-aid, and some rubbing alcohol. I strolled back to his room and super carefully and gently, rubbed the blood off his cheek and the wound. Dan was a light sleeper and to top that off, his skin was decently sensitive, so I was surprised when he didn't wake up to a wet rag on his face. But the next step I had started to dread... the rubbing alcohol, I considered not doing it and just putting the band-aid on and calling it a day, but I cared too much for my flat mate. 

The second I began to cleanse the scratch, Dan groaned and shifted around. I watched nervously waiting for him to wake, but he didn't, I shrugged it off and carefully continued the process, he'd occasionally groan but stopped moving around however, as I worked I could see the signs of pure discomfort on his face. I sighed and gently places the bandage on the cut and walked swiftly to my room, not bothering to close his door, or mine, I crawled sheepishly onto my duvet, cuddling the blanket and letting sleeps dark arms envelope me.