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Dan suffers from really, really bad asthma and he loses his inhaler at vidcon. Phil has to help him.
(OOC. Nothing of this has ever happened!)
Phan one shot!
Contains: Fluff, chronic illness.
You're my responsibility
Words: 4.815
PHIL'S POV!
"Should we get something to eat?" Me and Dan walked through the halls at vidcon. We had been walking around for almost 8 hours straight: meeting fans, talked to other youtubers, explaining video ideas, and being on panels and in interviews. Everyone had been so lovely, but it was pretty exhausting because of the heat, and I was getting quite hungry. "Dan?"
"Ye-yeah." But his voice came from a bit behind me.
"You okay?" I stopped and turned around. Dan had slowed down.
"I... justneed... inhaler. It's fine." He stopped completely and I walked back to him.
"Is it in your bag?"
He nodded and I started searching for it. I saw him open his mouth slightly to make it easier to breathe.
"Take it off. I can't find it." I pulled the bag off his shoulders and emptied it out on the floor to get a better look. Nothing.
"Didyou... Findit?"
"No, it's not here." I quickly emptied my own bag. I know we had more than one so maybe I had it. "Are you sure you brought it with you? Did you forget it in the hotel room?" It wasn't in mine either—I only had the peak flow meter. I had looked through everything.
He wanted to answer, but got cut off by a coughing fit. I wrinkled my forehead at him. Dan suffered from really bad asthma. He'd had attacks before, but this was getting serious.
"Did you use it earlier today?" He slowly shook his head. "Wait. You haven't used it all day then?" I clarified, concerned. "Daniel, you idiot." But I had to admit that I'd forgotten it too. I was usually the one reminding Dan to use his inhaler every now and then, but we'd been so busy all day. I looked through our stuff again.
"Come. Let's go over here." I spotted some empty space by the windows in the hallway. I helped Dan with me, but walked slowly, being careful not to take his last breath away. I gently placed him on the floor and sat down on my knees in front of him, but he just started to cough violently, making him hiss after each breath.
"Ph-Phil…" He moved his hand towards his mouth to show me that he needed it.
"I can't find it," I said. I could see Dan was getting desperate. I was too. "Can you blow into this for me?" I moved the peak flow monitor towards his mouth. "As hard as you can." Only 50 under normal—that was okay. "Do it again." But it only gave a worse result. "One more time." But Dan just shook his head and pushed my hand away. I guess he couldn't do any better.
"What's wrong?" a familiar voice asked, concerned, from behind me. I jumped to my feet.
"Cat! I need your help. You need to run back to our hotel room and see if you can find his inhaler. Please," I said as fast as I could, hurrying over to her.
"Wait, what?" Cat stared at Dan for a moment.
"Dan's inhaler. He's having an asthma attack and I can't find it. I think we left it. Please, it's getting bad." I searched through my pockets to find the key card.
"Yes. Yes, of course. Do you know where it is?" She took the card out of my hand.
"I have no idea. Just look through everything. I don't care if you make a mess of our stuff. Maybe our toilet things, but just please hurry."
She nodded and turned around to start running down the stairs.
I turned back to Dan, who hadn't moved at all.
I bent down to his level as he started coughing again. He didn't even bother covering his mouth anymore. The sound was horrible—it was like he was drowning.
I lifted Dan's chin from his chest and he just kept on coughing for a bit. He pulled a face because of the pain in his chest.
"Plea...Phil…" I didn't know what to do. I looked around, but it was useless. Nothing around here could fix this.
"Stop talking. It's only making it worse." I kept holding his head up, making it as easy for him to breathe as possible. He curled his legs together and I could tell he was trying to get up, but I managed to press him against the floor with my other hand. His energy was running out, but he kept moving around desperately. He shook his head slowly from side to side and kept his mouth slightly open, trying to breathe. I tried to keep eye contact with him to calm him down. Panic would make it worse.
"Hey Phil. Wow, what's happening?" I could hear Chris coming closer. Me and Dan had sat on the floor for some time, but it was only getting worse. Chris had travelled with us this year, so it didn't take him long to realise what was going on. "Asthma attack?"
"Yeah, he's..." But the ringtone of my phone cut me off. "Chris, either you take over here or you pick up the phone." I couldn't move because my one hand was busy holding Dan's head—so he wouldn't suffocate due to the mucus in his throat—and my other hand was busy holding him down. His breathing was getting heavier and his lips were slowly turning blue.
Chris bent down and placed his hand under Dan's chin so I could get a hand free. I already guessed it would be Cat calling.
"Hello. Did you find it?"
"No. I've looked everywhere."
"Are you sure? Under the bed? In the bed sheets? The suitcases? It has to be there somewhere—I remember him using it this morning." Dan started coughing again. The sound was even worse than before and tears were forming in his eyes. "Please, Cat."
"Hold on. Is it blue and white? It was behind the nightstand."
"Yes! Yes it is. Now just hurry back. And I mean really hurry."
"Sure."
I hung up before we got to say anything else. I put my phone down on the floor and took back my job with holding Dan's head.
Dan kept on coughing and only stopped to breathe quickly, making these horrible hissing sounds with each breath.
I could hear people walking around behind us, wondering what was going on. At least none of the fans had access to this place.
"Chris, can you hand me that t-shirt in my bag?"
"Yes, give me a sec." He searched through my things. "Here."
"Thank you." I used it to wipe the mucus Dan had coughed up away from his chin. But he kept coughing to the point of gagging and spat out more of the mucus. I held the shirt in front of his mouth for him to spit into.
With unsteady and slow moves, Dan moved his hand towards his mouth again to indicate that he still needed the inhaler really badly. After that his body went still. He was still taking small, strenuous breaths, but not moving.
"Try and use the peak flow meter again?" Chris suggested.
"No. He's coughing too much—we won't be able to get it right."
I was just about to enter 911 and call an ambulance when I saw Cat running up the stairs.
"Here," she said breathlessly, handing me the object.
"Thank god." I pulled it out of her hand and placed myself on top of Dan with a knee on each side of his legs to get a better angle. "Dan?" I gently shook him to get his attention. He opened his eyes a bit, disoriented. I quickly shook the inhaler and stuck it in his mouth, making him inhale the medication.
I waited a minute and did it again.
But after the fifth attempt with no major changes in his breathing, I stopped.
"Okay. I'm calling an ambulance." I handed the inhaler to Chris and got up. Cat was busy explaining what was going on to the people who were walking by.
I nervously rubbed my face with the back of my hand while I explained where we were and what the problem was. They said they would be here as fast as they could. I saw Chris use the inhaler on him again.
"There have to be some medics at this place, Chris. Can you try to find one and ask if they have an oxygen mask?"
"Yeah, sure." Of course there had to be first aid medics at an event like this—why haven't I thought of that before?
I switched places with Chris again and got back on top of Dan, holding the shirt and his head.
I used the inhaler on him again. It seemed to help a little with the hissing sound, but he kept coughing up mucus.
"Come on, come on, come on," I mumbled, dragging my fingers through Dan's hair to get it out of his face. He was sweating a lot and he really struggled to breathe. Some tears were running down his cheeks. I gently brushed them away.
"Got it!" I heard Chris yell. I saw him running up to me, followed by another man I guessed was one of the first aid medics.
"Thank you." I moved away to give the man some space to put the mask on Dan.
"Can you go outside and guide the ambulance?" I turned to Chris. "I'm sorry for making you run around."
"No. It's fine, of course," Chris agreed.
"Does he get these a lot?" the medic asked. I turned back to my position and held Dan's head. He wasn't strong enough to keep it up by himself. He just sat numbly against the wall with his eyes closed. I watched his chest rise and fall in short, strenuous movements.
"Not like this, but his asthma is pretty bad. He often gets small attacks and he has to use the inhaler a lot. This has happened before though." I kept my gaze locked on Dan. He looked absolutely exhausted. I let out a deep breath. This was my fault. I should have been after him earlier with the inhaler and called the ambulance as soon I realised it was missing. I had promised him I would look after him.
I looked out of the window again and saw the ambulance park at the front door. I sighed in relief and watched as the medics stepped out and met Chris, just as Dan started coughing violently again.
"Hold his shoulder," I told the man next to me. He did as he was told and put his hands on Dan's left side. I quickly removed the oxygen mask while supporting his other shoulder and leaned him a little forward, making it possible for the mucus to run out of his mouth and into the shirt I was holding. This had to be the worst asthma attack he had ever had. He was literally throwing up mucus. I really hoped this wasn't an important t-shirt.
Dan stopped and I put the mask back on him. He wrinkled his forehead because of the pain; this was hurting him a lot.
The medics rushed up the stairs and I moved away from Dan, giving them more space to work.
"He is on the strongest medication he can get, but he won't respond properly." I handed the medic the inhaler.
He quickly looked at it. "Okay. And what's his name?"
"Daniel Howell. But he won't be in your system—we're from England." He gave me back the inhaler. They changed the oxygen mask to a more powerful one and hooked him up to a machine to watch his pulse and blood pressure. I could see everything was low because of the lack of oxygen. His whole body was moving with every breath.
I glanced around while the medics were doing their jobs. Only then, I realised how many people were looking. I gave them a nervous smile. Cat was doing a really good job of telling them what was going on, even though she didn't know that much herself.
I was somewhat used to this. It wasn't the first time I had to call an ambulance because of one of Dan's asthma attacks. I had done it a couple of times before. The last time was because we got too close to some people who smoked. But of course it didn't make it less scary.
"Phil, was it?"
I nodded.
"Okay. Can you help us with moving him onto the stretcher?"
"Yeah, sure." I walked back to Dan. They had unbuttoned his shirt and attached the machine to his chest.
"Take him under each arm. I'll take his legs. And he'll handle the machines, okay? On three." I walked behind Dan and gently pushed him away from the wall. He didn't react to any of the movements.
"Ready? One, two, three." We got him to sit on the stretcher. I held him up until the medics adjusted it so he could stay in sitting position. If he got to lie down, he could suffocate.
He began coughing again. It still sounded like he was downing so I pulled the mask off him again and held the shirt for him to spit into.
"Ph..." he said through coughs.
"Shh. It's okay. We're going to take you to the hospital now, relax." I moved the mask back and turned to the medics. "There's an elevator right there." I pointed behind me. "I'll be down in one second."
They rolled Dan away and I began to pick up our stuff from the floor with some help from Chris.
"Just call me if you need me to come and get you when Dan's better," Cat said and handed me back my key card.
"Thank you." I smiled to her.
I swung both our bags on my shoulders and started running down the stairs. Of course I was met by a lot of fans who wanted to know what was going on.
"I'm sorry, guys! I have to go with him. No, not now. Please move." As gently as I could, I pushed people out of the way to get out to the ambulance. Dan was already inside.
"Jesus." I muttered to myself when I was inside too. I loved our fans, but sometimes…
"You are familiar with this I understand? So we don't have to explain what is going on?" the medic asked me as he stuck a water gun in Dan's hand.
"Yeah, I know the drill. His asthma is really bad and he forgot to take his medication all day. I'm usually after him all the time, but we've been so busy today. We were about to get something to eat when it started." I knew what they would do to him when we got to the hospital. The doctors would measure his peak flow again to see how affected his lungs were and then they would inject some stronger medication, making all his muscles relax.
"This isn't the first time it's been this bad?"
"No. It's happened a few times before. I think the heat changes and the fact that he's been working hard all day caused it."
The man nodded. Dan took the deepest breath he could do, making a loud hissing sound. Then he started coughing again. The medic did as I'd done, moving the mask and holding up the shirt because we didn't have anything else.
My heart stopped when I spotted some red. He was coughing up blood. I looked at the medic, panicking. I knew that when we reached the point where blood was involved we had to work fast.
"Can you go faster?" the man asked his colleague who was driving. We were already going pretty fast.
Dan's chest rose and fell with great difficulty and he had one hand pressing against it. I was used to dealing with his asthma, but I didn't like the way this was turning out.
"Daniel?" The man gently shook his shoulder to get his attention. Dan opened his eyes, but only for a second before they were being pinched back together. We couldn't arrive at that hospital soon enough.
After what felt like the longest minutes of my life, we finally pulled over. They rushed Dan inside and I followed. When we got in, the medics handed Dan and all the information I'd been giving them over to the doctors.
"Ph-Phi..."
"I'm right here, Dan. Don't worry."
They rolled him into another room and moved him to a new bed. I placed myself on a chair in the corner. Nothing I could do anyway and the doctors knew what was best.
"What's his normal peak flow?" a nurse asked.
"Eeh, around 500-600. But that's only when it's really, really good. I think it was 480 this morning. Which was fine," I responded. "My guess is that it's less than half that now."
They pulled his shirt off of him so he was naked from the waist up. Then they attached him to another, bigger machine to follow his heartbeat, blood pressure and all the other stuff. It just looked like Dan was sleeping; he didn't react to anything. I could just hear how he tried to breathe.
"Phil?" the nurse asked.
"Yeah?"
"Can you help?"
"Of course!" I moved from my chair. The nurse handled me a bottle with a mask that Dan needed to breath in. It was like a big inhaler and it worked like a normal oxygen mask. I knew what to do and placed it on his mouth, making him breathe in the medication.
"Take deep breaths, Daniel," a nurse told him while she injected some other medication into his veins.
I stood beside the bed, holding the mask so it covered his mouth and nose. After 5 minutes, his pulse rose a bit and the hissing sound got lower. He didn't seem to struggle as much, but he was still pale.
After another 5 minutes it seemed like everything was normal. He still sounded a bit like he was drowning and he took some heavy breaths. The nurse told me to take a break with the medicine and I took a step back. The colour in Dan's cheeks was slowly coming back, but he still didn't have power to open his eyes. I put the oxygen mask back on.
"I'll be back in half an hour, then we can give him another round of the medication, okay? Everything looks normal, but if anything seems out of the ordinary, don't hesitate to call us."
"Okay. Thank you." I smiled to her and dragged my chair up to Dan's bedside.
I took Dan's free hand in mine and gently stroked it with my thumb. I watched him breathe for the next 30 minutes until the nurse came back with the medicine.
I just did as I did before, placing the mask over his mouth and nose. I smiled a bit when I saw it was becoming easier and easier for him to breathe.
"You've done this before…" she said, smiling a bit while she checked the machine Dan was hooked up to.
"Yeah. He has been my boyfriend for four years and I've lived with him for two. So this is not new. He's had it for a long time." I stroked my fingers through his hair.
"I can see it's really bad."
"Yeah. It goes up and down. But it is really bad. We go to the doctor's quite often." I kept my gaze focused on Dan, who seemed to relax some more now which was good.
"Okay. I think he's got enough for now. We should let him sleep for a bit. Everything still looks normal, so that's really good."
I could feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. It would either be Cat or Chris calling to ask how it was going. I picked it up—Cat.
"Hey," I said, placing myself back in the chair.
"Hey, Phil. How's it going? Is he okay?" She sounded stressed.
"Yeah. He's fine. He's sleeping right now. We'll just let him rest for some time. I don't know if we can go home today or if the doctors want him so stay. He's still not 100% okay."
"Okay. But I'm glad it's better. Your fans have been all over me since you left..."
"Oh, I'm so sorry. I'll send out a tweet, telling them what's happening, okay? I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry. It's not your fault. The important thing is that Dan is better."
"Yeah…" I looked back at Dan. The colour was fully back on his face and his chest rose and fell slowly and steadily.
"Should I come to the hospital?"
"No, you don't need to. I'll call you in a few hours, okay?"
"Yeah, that's fine. Take care, Phil."
"Bye." We hung up and I turned my attention back to Dan.
Our fans knew he had asthma, but I guessed they were just confused. I decided to quickly log onto twitter to see what was going on. People were arguing a lot. Rumours spread so fast.
'Hey guys! As some of you might know, Dan had a serious asthma attack earlier at vidcon. He's okay now, don't worry! Send him some love 3'
It was quickly responded to with a lot of 'Get well soon!', 'Aww, I feel sorry for Dan!', and 'How bad is it? Will he be able to show up tomorrow?' tweets, but I didn't reply to any. There was nothing more to tell.
I heard Dan cough a few time before he opened his eyes. I quickly got up and pulled the red string for emergencies.
"Hey," I said to him with a smile.
"Holy fuck," Dan mumbled in confusion, but it was hard to make out through the oxygen mask. He closed his eyes again and took a couple of deep breaths. He sounded almost normal now.
A nurse and a doctor entered the room.
"Hello, Daniel. How are you feeling?" The doctor asked and walked closer to him.
"Fine. Tired though."
"That's understandable. Do you feel pain when you breathe?" The doctor looked at the numbers on the machine.
"A little, but it's okay. It is not that bad."
"I'll just listen to your lungs, okay?"
Dan nodded and leaned back on the pillow. The doctor placed the stethoscope on Dan's chest. Dan flinched slightly due to the cold metal.
"Try and cough a few times."
Dan did as he was told, but squeezed his eyelids together tightly. It was obviously hurting him.
"That hurt," he whispered.
"Take deep breaths," the doctor said, and Dan did. "Can you sit up?"
He nodded again and slowly moved himself up. The doctor placed the stethoscope on his back. "Cough please." Dan gave me a look and sighed before he let out a few coughs, but I couldn't do anything about the pain.
"Okay. We'll give you some more medication and then I think you're fine enough to go home. How does that sound?" the doctor said with a half smile.
"Good. That's good." Dan nodded slowly and leaned back again.
The nurse handed me the inhaler with the strong medication. I smiled to her. I was a professional when it came to this now.
"I'm sorry, Phil," Dan said through the mask, which made it a little hard to understand him.
"For what? This? Don't be stupid. It's my fault."
"How can it be your fault? I should be old enough to handle my own medication."
"Yes. But you aren't." I smiled to him. "Don't be sorry. You can't help it." I moved his curly hair out of his face. "We'll just be more careful tomorrow, okay? If you feel okay enough. We aren't going if the peak flow is under 450, understand?"
"Yes mum," Dan joked and took some deep long breaths. "What time is it?" he asked.
I quickly looked at my phone. "Around 10 pm."
"I'm so hungry," Dan said, shutting his eyes again.
"Can't you shut up for a minute while we do this?" I switched hands to get a better grip on the inhaler and so I could call Cat and tell her to pick us up.
"I can hold it myself you know."
"Daniel. Concentrate on breathing for a second instead."
"Fine."
I kept holding the mask on him for another 5 minutes.
The doctor game back and listened to his lungs again one more time before we were allowed to leave.
"Get some rest, Mr. Howell. I suggest that you go visit your doctor when you get home, okay? Just to check if everything is fine. It's looks okay, but if anything happens don't hesitate to come again."
We shook hands with the doctor before we walked down the halls and left.
"Thank you," Dan whispered, leaning forward to place his lips on mine.
"Any time."
"Well, let's hope there isn't going to be a next time," Dan said, a little nervously.
"I'll try and make sure there won't be." I opened my arms to give him a big hug. I couldn't wait until we were back to the hotel so I could cuddle up with him and make him feel safe. I placed a long kiss on his forehead.
I woke up to the sound of coughing. I looked to the other side of the bed—no Dan. I slowly stumbled out of bed and followed the sound.
"Hey. You okay?" I found Dan sitting on the bathroom floor leaning against the toilet.
"Yeah. Yeah I'm fine. My throat is just so sore."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm sure. I just can't sleep because of the mucus. So I'm trying to cough it up," Dan said in a low voice. I could tell he was really tired. I walked closer and got down on the floor to sit behind him, making him sit between my legs. I gently wrapped my arms around his torso and rested my head on his shoulder, trying to make him comfortable. We stayed in silence for a moment. Dan kept resting his head on the toilet seat.
I loosened my grip around him when he started coughing again. I didn't like the sound of it.
Dan leaned a little closer to the bowl because he couldn't stop coughing. I moved up to stand on my knees behind him, giving him some space. I could tell it was hurting him.
He kept coughing to the point of gagging and I saw his muscles tighten up. I quickly grabbed his forehead to support him before he threw up into the toilet. Dan stayed leaning against my hand with closed eyes for a couple of minutes, trying to catch his breath like he couldn't support himself. I didn't want to let go in case he wasn't done yet. I slowly rubbed his back, trying to comfort him. I grabbed some toilet paper and wiped his mouth. He was too exhausted to react.
"Dan?" I could see he was close to falling asleep.
"Give me a second," he mumbled sleepily. "Listen." I listened to his breaths—sure enough the sound was better.
"I'm going to get you to bed now, okay?"
He just nodded slowly. I quickly flushed the toilet and helped Dan up from the floor. I grabbed his inhaler on the sink on our way out.
"Use it." I handed the objet to him and he stuck it in his mouth. I got into the bed beside him, holding him close.
"We aren't going tomorrow," I whispered into his neck.
"Phil. The fans. We can't just stay away."
"We can if I say we can. Your health is more important."
"But, Phil..."
"No buts, Dan. I'm not going to wake you up in the morning, okay? Maybe we can go and say hallo later, but you need some rest."
"Stupid asthma..." I heard him mumble. He knew I wouldn't let him go if I already had made up my mind.
"It's not your fault, Dan. You're sick and it's just something you can't control. You're my responsibility and I won't let anything happen to you. You just need to take it easy for a bit."
Dan let out a deep sigh, but gave in. I tightened my grip around him. "I love you too much."
"I love you too, Phil."
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