Warnings: None.
Pairing(/s): Phan.
Word Count: 579
Summary: Dan's sick, so Phil takes care of him.
Genre: Fluff.
Dan should have been more careful. He'd let a random stranger sneeze on him on the tube. He couldn't believe how unlucky he was to get stood right next to the one person on that godforsaken train that looked about ready to die from the plague at any second.
He and Phil were going home after the radio show on Sunday night. Dan somehow got stuck standing next to a very sick homeless man. He felt kind of sorry for him. He looked very sick, and a homeless man could very easily die from a simple cold.
"Here." Dan had said softly, handing the man a 50 pound note, and looking sadly at him. The man had taken the money, seeming very grateful. He'd clasped Dan's hand tightly, repeating words of thanks over and over, and Dan acted very embarrassed by the whole thing.
Dan had looked over at his boyfriend, Phil, who was smiling at him, and grinned. He felt proud of himself. He felt selfless, even if he just gave money to one homeless man. It felt like he would do this more, try to give more money to people who needed it. True, he wasn't rich in the slightest, he made enough money to live happily, so he obviously wouldn't give away lot's of his money, but still. He felt good.
Then, the man had stuffed the money into his dirty pocket, and sneezed right on Dan's face. Dan had been shocked for a moment, then quickly wiped his face, his body shuddering quite a lot as he groaned and rubbed the germs from his face. The homeless man disappeared.
Phil comforted him the whole way home. They eventually found some seats, and Dan wouldn't stop wiping at his face. Dan didn't blame the man or anything, but he was still disgusted and annoyed. After all, he'd been sneezed on many times before while riding the tube, and had always gotten sick. It felt like only a week ago he'd finally gotten rid of his last cold, when in reality it was a fair few months.
They got home quickly, and Phil put Dan to bed once he started getting a fever. The next day, as they both suspected, Dan was sick. His nose was running, eyes were watering, throat scratchy and dry. He felt about ready to vomit at any moment.
"Thank you Philly…" He had whimpered out as his boyfriend brought him some tablets to take and biscuits. He quickly took the tablets, eating the biscuits to help get them down. Phil just smiled to him, and gently stroked his hair as Dan fell into a fitful sleep.
He woke a few hours later, still sick as ever, and Phil snuggled with him, (much to Dan's protest. He didn't want his boyfriend getting so sick) until Dan fell asleep yet again. He took plenty of naps, as Phil suggested, and went through a million tissues, and about twenty D.V.D's until Wednesday came around, and Phil got sick too.
At that point, they freely kissed and cuddled, making each other soup and cuddling far too much. The blankets were all snug, but they had to wash them because of the germs, and by Friday, Dan was better.
Though, Phil wasn't, so he had to take care of him, and ended up getting sick yet again.
It was still one of his best weeks ever, and he was rather glad he'd given that man some money.