A/N: This is my first fanfiction so please review! I will take prompts for following chapters or new stories. Constructive criticism is welcome, but please don't hate.

Dan's POV

"Hello Internet! Today-" Dan was cut off by his phone ringing. "Seriously?" He turned off his camera and answered.

"Hello?"

"Hello, this is Dr. Stevens. We've gotten the results back from your test. Can I make an appointment with you?"

"Uh, sure. When is your next open slot?" Dan replied, slightly confused as to why the doctor didn't just tell him over the phone.

"Alright, it seems our next opening is actually tomorrow at 10:00 AM. Will that work for you?"

"Yeah, that's fine." Although slightly early, Dan thought with a laugh.

"Great! I will see you then!"

"Alright, bye."

"Goodbye." The line clicked dead.

"What was that?" Dan jumped but then realized that Phil had walked into the room.

"Oh, nothing. Just my doctor making an appointment with me."

"A doctor? Is everything alright?"

"It's nothing," Dan said, although he wasn't quite sure himself. Sometimes Phil worried too much about him, but this time he might actually be right.

"Ok," Phil said, leaving the room.

Right. Back to filming.

The next morning, Dan woke up to Phil's face above him. What? he thought. Phil was saying something- "Wake up! Wake up, Dan!" Dan groaned and glanced over at his alarm clock. 9:30 said the red glaring letters.

"Christ!" yelled Dan, shooting up from his bed, his face inches from Phil's. Even though he was rushed and his mind was preoccupied, he couldn't help but notice Phil's deep blue eyes. As usual, he used sarcasm to avoid the awkward situation, saying, "Get out of here! I need some privacy!"

Soon he was changed and (almost) ready. Oh well, I'll just have to go out with hobbit hair.

"See ya later," Dan said as he headed out the door.

"Oh, what time will you be back?" Phil asked, his usual overprotective self.

"I dunno, can't be more than an hour." Dan said, grabbing his keys and hoping he wouldn't be late. He was always late for this sort of things.

When he finally arrived, the receptionist told him that Dr. Stevens would be out in a minute. Dan sat down on the waiting room couch and wondered what Dr. Stevens could possibly have to tell him.

Once he was in Dr. Stevens' office, the doctor gestured to the chair in front of him, and Dan sat. "So, as I said, we've gotten your results back from the test. I felt it was necessary to tell you this in person."

"Ok…"

"And, Dan… you have cancer."

Oh god, oh god, this can't be happening, wake up, please, please wake up! "What?" Dan asked calmly despite the way his mind was spinning out of control.

"I'm sorry. You'll need to begin treatment…" Dan barely heard him. "Do you need a minute?" asked the doctor.

"No, I'm… I-I'll just go…" Dan rushed out of the room, out of the building, and into the car.

"I'm not- I can't- Oh, so now I'm talking to myself?" he muttered as he drove home. "Oh, God, how am I gonna tell Phil? Phil…" he trailed off, blinking tears out of his eyes. "I can't- and my viewers, God, what'll I say to them? I'll have to… make a video, I guess. And should I call my family? I can't really tell them in person…" he stopped, realizing he was home. Dan took a moment to compose himself. Phil shouldn't have to see him like this. Although, come to think of it, Phil had already seen him at his best and his worst, so it didn't really matter. He wiped the tears from his face, dried his eyes, and headed straight for his room. He needed some time to deal.