A/N: Yay, I'm back! Sorry for everyone who is currently reading 'Ghostly White' for the lack of updates, but, as you know I went on holiday to my best friend's house, and I came back on Thursday to find out my laptop had died. Just... died. Well, I fortunately had everything recorded on my iPod, so if everything goes well, I'll be able to update 'Ghostly White' in a few days.

Now, about this... Well, as it says in the summary, it's a prompt table. Loads of authors are doing it now, so I thought, why not? The one I'm doing has one hundred of them... Haha, I'm not sure of how exactly I'm going to finish it, but anyway. This was the first one, 'Disease', I hope you like it, and please review!

Disease

17th January, 2004

Danny woke up feeling like he was in a hot tub. Which would not be that bad if it was not his own sweat soaking his hair.

He then started to feel a strong headache and noticed his nose was clogged up and he had a sore throat, like someone had ran a flaming torch down his tonsils.

He stumbled out of his bed, moaning, his muscles sore from what he presumed to be a bad cold, and made his way to the kitchen.

'Aspirin, aspirin, aspirin...' He mumbled as he rummaged through the kitchen cabinets searching for the box of pills. A loud crash was heard when he accidentally pushed some spoons in the sink to the floor. Doubling himself to pick it up, Danny heard someone get in the kitchen.

'Danny?' Tom's voice sounded tired and surprised. 'What are you doing here?' Danny placed the three spoons back in the sink and sat down on a kitchen chair, sighing and resting his head between his hands. Sensing Tom walking right next to him, Danny let himself be comforted by Tom's hand running down his sore back, and leaned his head on the blonde's arm.

'I need an aspirin.' Danny mumbled, his voice nasal and hoarse. Immediately, Tom's hand touched his forehead.

'You're burning up, Danny.' Tom stated, finally turning the light on and successfully getting the pill Danny needed and a glass of water.

'Thanks.' Danny swallowed the pill and the fresh water felt good in his swollen tonsils. Tom stepped back with crossed arms and looked at him disapprovingly.

'You know why this is happening, don't you?' Danny rolled his eyes in annoyance.

'My head already feels like it had a time bomb inside of it; if you're just here to tell me 'I told you so', you can fuck off right now.' Danny rasped out angrily, his Northern accent more noticeable than ever.

Tom took a deep breath and tried to ignore Danny's words. He knew Danny got incredibly moody when he was not feeling very well, and he did not really want to start a fight at five in the morning with a sick Danny.

'Okay, we talk about this later. Now you are going to bed so you can get better.'

'My bed is all sweaty...' Danny moaned pitifully. Tom rolled his eyes and gave out Danny's hand to help him stand up, slowly leading him to his own room in the attic.

Danny climbed to Tom's bed and curled himself under the blankets, shivering from the cold. He felt the mattress sink a few seconds later with Tom's body weight beside him, and Tom's hand rubbed his shoulder comfortingly. They both stayed like that for about ten minutes, and Tom was almost falling asleep, when Danny's raspy voice brought him back to reality.

'Tom?'

'Yeah, Danny?' He replied in a soft whisper.

'Sorry about that a while ago. I didn't want to yell at you like that. And you were right. Sorry.' Tom smiled for himself and shifted in bed, wriggling closer to Danny.

'It's okay, mate. Just try to remember that next time you want to have a snowball fight with a damn snow storm outside, alright?' Tom felt Danny's head move a little, probably showing agreement.

'This is so unfair.' Danny sighed. 'How come Dougie came with me and he's not dying like I am?' The brunette groaned and Tom chuckled.

'Maybe because Doug has some sense in him and decided it would be the worst idea ever to go out to the snow in a light sweat shirt.' Even in the dark, Tom could tell Danny was rolling his eyes in annoyance. 'Come on Dan, go to sleep. You have at least a bad cold and you need to sleep.'

'Alright Mum, let's sleep.' Danny smirked.

'And please, Danny, turn to the other side, I don't want to catch your bitchy germs.'

An annoyed 'whatever' was heard by Tom before both boys fell asleep, Danny preparing himself for a sick day off the following day.

A/N: I've taken a look at the whole prompt table I'm doing, and the most of it has quite tragic themes, like 'Accident', 'Death', 'Funeral'... Anyway, if you have ideas or anything, leave a review or PM me, it's always good to have something else to work with!