I DON'T OWN AMAZINGPHIL OR DANISNOTONFIRE AND AS USUALLY THESE EVENTS ARE MADE UP!

Muddled Thoughts

"Dan."

"Nooooo." I moan. "Let me stay here."

"We have a video to film."

I ignore him. I will not get up. I will not get up.

"You know that it's time for Phil is not on fire 8."

I will not get up. I will resist…

I'm up in seconds. "Let's do-ACHOO-this!"

Phil frowns. "Wait, are you-"

"I'm fine! Now you said something about filming?" I ask changing the topic.

"Dan if you're sick maybe we shouldn't. I mean, you should rest and take a sick day." Phil tries but I shake my head. I will not put off filming my favorite video series.

"We are doing this Phil. You got me up, you mentioned filming, I am not getting back in bed until we have filmed and started-ACHOO-editing."

"Daaaaan." He whines. "You're sick."

I scowl at him in protest. "I'll be fine. I don't think I have a temperature."

Phil's eyes narrow a bit. He frowns at me. "Your eyes are red."

"I'm sure it's just allergies."

"Your voice is hoarse."

"Coughing can happen when you have allergies."

"You keep sneezing."

"ALLERGIES!" I cry. "It's just allergies! I'm perfectly fine!"

"Dan, I know you aren't allergic to anything." Phil says. "You have never had allergies, and you never will. So get back in bed."

I ignore him and slide past him into the bathroom where I find the thermometer.

"If I have a fever, we won't film. If I do, I'll go lie back down." I promise him. "Deal?"

He sighs but agrees. "Yeah, yeah, fine."

"Great." I wait a few seconds and then take it back out of my mouth. "37 degrees. We can still film."

Phil checks. "Are you sure?"

I nod.

"Fine. But the second you don't feel good we stop okay?"

"Okay."

I follow Phil back to his room with my duvet draped around my shoulders and head like a hood because it's cold in our flat.

"Dan, one last time. Please take your temperature." Phil pleads.

I do as he says. "38 degrees."

"Dan, that's a bit warm don't you think?" He implies.

"No."

Luckily for me, Phil gives in and we start filming.

Halfway through the room kinda tilts. I ignore it. I'm fine.

"Dan, are you okay?" Phil asks as I pull my duvet tighter around me.

"Y-yes." I shiver.

Phil raises both eyebrows. "Let's take your temperature again."

"We are almost done. I can hold on a bit longer."

"If you're really sick, and I think you are, then we have to take care of you."

I like that he says "we have to take care of you" like he'll help me get over it. It's kind of nice. Sounding. Like a promise or something.

I obey his pleading and finally retake my temperature. His eyebrows knit together as he reads.

He keeps talking to me but I don't hear him. The world has kinda… melted together in a blur of colors and it sounds like I'm underwater. I can't think either. My thoughts are foggy and frustratingly inconsistent.

I jilt forward and Phil catches me in alarm. His tri-colored eyes big and searching my face. I think maybe I can hear him saying my name but I can't focus on that.

My vision turns into a back tunnel and my eyes close without any thought on my part. No consent, no fighting. It just happens and the last thing I remember is Phil repeatedly calling out five words.

If only I could focus on those five words. Those five words that would mean so much to me if I wasn't being pulled away from him. Curse my muddled thoughts.

I had something to tell you…. Hmm… OH YES! If you can guess the five words Phil said to Dan then you can request a word and I'll do a nice long one-shot on it! Just leave a review and I can do whatever you want!

~gum wrapper.