Phan oneshots

Sickie ickie

Not lovers in this chapter, just being really cute best friends :)

Phil let out a large yawn as he aimlessly scrolled through his phone, as he usually does for hours of each day. He'd been there for who knows how long, having lost time after Dan had told him he was going to go down and edit their latest gaming video. He quickly checked the time,

1:32 am

He stretched his arms over his head and sighed, satisfied, at the large cracks that came from his back. Being on the couch for hours on end really does a number on ones back.

Phil decided to go check on Dan. He had been kinda off today, just not as focused as usual. He knew he had complained about a headache but Phil assumed it was from staring at a screen for too long. He began to worry slightly as he cane to the gaming room. Walking in, he took in the astonishing scene before him. Piles of hundreds of tissues were littered around the area where Dan sat, almost making it seem like he was on an island but the water was used tissues. From his angle, Phil could only see half of Dan's face, but that side was very red and sweaty. His hair was a messy and sweaty disaster.

Phil carefully stepped around all the tissues until he was behind Dan's chair and turned him around to face him. Now getting a full view of his face, it was all covered in sweat. His eyes had a glazed look to them, as they tried to concentrate on Phil's worried eyes, but kept wandering around.

"Dan," the black haired man exclaimed in worry, motioning around to the room, "what's all this? Why didn't you tell me you were sick?"

Dan looked around the room too, as if not realizing the condition it was in. It also appeared as though he didn't know the condition he himself was in. It was as if Dan wasn't even fully here on this planet.

Phil placed his hand on Dan's sweaty forehead. It was uncomfortably warm."Mate," Phil muttered softly, "you're burning up. I think you should go to bed."

Dan's wandering eyes suddenly shot to Phil's. "What? No!" His words were nasally from his clogged nose and slow, as if his brain couldn't process what to say fast enough. "I'm fine! I need to finish.. editing this video. I've only got about.." he turned his head to face the bright screen, his exhausted eyes squinting at it. "-about 15 more minutes to edit."

Phil shook his head. "No, Dan," he said softly but firmly. "You need your rest, you're obviously sick."

"Phil, I'm fiiiiine. Look, I can stand up.. and do everything normally." He stood up suddenly, too suddenly, for his knees immediately gave out and sent him crashing into Phil. Phil grabbed him and gently pushed him back into the chair. "Easy, you have balance worse than a newborn giraffe."

Now spent from trying to stand up, Dan slumped back in his chair and closed his eyes. Phil helped him up, and kept a tight grip around his shoulders as he stumbled through the flat to his bedroom. His nodding head resting on Phil's chest and eyes still closed, he took his arm back from around Phil's shoulders and nearly collapsed again. Phil quickly grabbed him and held him up.

"Easy, Dan," Phil muttered softly, "I said easy."

Phil helped him pull the sweaty shirt off of his back, throwing it near the clothes bin.

"Help?" Dan asked pitifully, motioning towards his black jeans.

Phil sighed, feeling bad Dan was so sick and exhausted he couldn't even get his own clothes off. He helped pull the pants off and threw them over near the shirt. Dan all but collapsed into bed, pulling the covers tightly around him. Phil kneeled next to Dan and peered down to his face. "Aren't you hot?"

Dan gave his head a very small shake. "No.. I'm cold."

Phil furrowed his brows and felt the sick man's forehead. It was still very hot. Worrisomely hot.

Phil ran into the bathroom and grabbed the thermometer and some medicine. He instructed Dan to stick the thermometer under his tongue. This gave a very unexpected reaction.

"Phil," Dan said in a pleading and exhausted face, "I-I just want to sleep.."

Phil could tell he was about to have a breakdown. He could understand why: he didn't feel good and all he wanted to do was sleep and get rid of the gross and stuffy feeling.

"Dan.." Phil said sympatheticly, "I have to know wether it's a dangerous temperature so I can better treat you. You want to get better, yeah? Please let me take your temperature." A little sob escaped Dan's lips. "It'll only be 3 minutes," Phil said trying to be encouraging. He hated seeing Dan cry.

Without a word Dan opened his mouth a bit, signaling he was willing to give one last effort. Phil smiled. "There we go, you're okay."

He stuck the thermometer under his tongue and waited till it beeped. He quickly read what it said.

102.3

Phil looked at Dan, who was already starting to doze off. He hated to disturb him, and it was better to let a fever run its course as long as it wasn't dangerously high. It was just in the range of it being okay. He was gonna he okay.

Phil quickly got out of his day clothes and, after making sure all the lights were off in the flat, climbed in next to the sleeping boy. Phil wrapped his arms around the warm body from behind, Dan breathing out through his mouth at a even pace. Phil smiled, looked down at the messy boy in front of him. He may be rather stupid and clueless at times, but he was Phil's best friend and no one could take that title from him.