Phil Lester just stared at his laptop's screen. He'd been browsing Tumblr for a while, reblogging a few things, but after some time his mind started wandering off.
"Uh.. Phil, what's wrong?"
Phil mentally shook himself out of his reverie and blinked a couple of times.
"Er, what?"
Dan Howell raised an eyebrow and put down the controller he had in his hand. He'd been playing some game but Phil couldn't remember which.
"You've been sitting there staring at the screen for about forty-five minutes. Something's bothering you," Dan said.
"Are you alright?"
"Yeah, I'm fine.. I just feel woozy," lied Phil, smiling weakly at his friend.
He looked down at his laptop and tried to focus on some tweet a fan had sent. Twitter? When did I open Twitter?
Dan frowned at the look of confusion on Phil's face. He seemed really bothered, and Dan knew that there was something that Phil wasn't telling him.
"Maybe you should call it a night," suggested Dan.
"I'll make you coffee, and then you get some rest, OK?"
Phil nodded and smiled at Dan. Once Dan had disappeared into the kitchen and he heard the kettle start, Phil closed his laptop, rested his head against the back of the couch and sighed.
What's going on with me? He thought to himself.
He sighed again and gathered his things. With a tremendous amount of effort, he managed to push himself off of the couch and he found his way to his room.
After setting everything down he flopped down onto his bed, buried his face in his pillow and silently let a sob escape his lips.
He didn't realize that Dan had been standing in the doorway. Dan's heart sunk when he heard Phil's stifled cry. He walked over to Phil's bed quietly, and set the mug down on the bedside table.
"Phil?" Dan kneeled down next to Phil's bed and put a hand on his friend's shoulder.
"Phil, what's wrong?"
Phil lay silent. He wasn't expecting Dan to be there. He kept quiet for a while longer until he felt confident that his voice wouldn't break.
"I.. I don't kn-" Phil cleared his throat and tried again.
"I don't know, I just feel sick, I guess."
"Drink your coffee. Then get into bed and get some rest, yeah? We'll see what's up in the morning."
Dan got up to give Phil some privacy. He paused at the door and looked at Phil, frowning. Then the door was closed and he was gone.
Phil waited until he heard Dan's door close before sitting up. He rubbed his eyes and swallowed hard. His throat was throbbing from choking back tears for the past few hours, and he had a headache that was fogging his mind. He downed his coffee, changed into something more comfortable, and got into bed. He reached up to pull Lion off of his nightstand. Lion was a stuffed animal that had been Phil's comfort for a long time. He closed his eyes as he stroked Lion's matted mane.
"What am I going to do, Lion? What am I going to do?"