Prologue: Phil

Phil's YouNow, 08-8-15

Crash.

Immediately, the chat began filling with questions.

What was that?

Was that Dan?

Did he die?

"I hope not." I answered the last one with a chuckle. "This happens a lot. He's probably having another existential crisis. I'll go check on him when this is over."

"Phil!"

At first, I ignored him. He was notorious for interrupting my YouNow's. Not that I was complaining; it was usually quite funny and nobody watching ever seemed to mind. A few more messages appeared, mostly speculating on what Dan was about to do to me. There were a few minutes left, so I began wrapping things up with the viewers.

"Phil."

This time, I found myself looking over my shoulder, towards the doorway. Suddenly, I felt a terrible sense of doom, and I had a very strong urge to go out into the hallway. "Hang on, guys," I announced, standing up. I walked over to the door slowly. I knew there was a problem when I saw Dan's phone lying halfway down the steps. And then I saw Dan, lying face-down on the landing at the bottom of the stairs, right next to the front door.

"Oh my God!" The words left my mouth on their own as I practically threw myself down to him. I could hear him groaning and swearing under his breath once I got down on my knees next to him. "Dan, what happened?"

"I tripped, I think," he mumbled wearily. "I don't know."

"Where are you hurt?" As I said this, I looked him up and down. He seemed fine, except for- "Oh no!"

"What, what is it?" He was trying to sit up now, and I threw an arm out to stop him. He opened his mouth to say something, and then snapped it shut again when he saw what I'd seen. "Jesus Christ."

His right ankle was swelling like a balloon, and his shoe suddenly looked very tight around the skin. His eyes went wide then, and he let out another string of swear words as he reached down to wrap his hands around his ankle. As he did this, he gasped. "Nope, can't do that," he whispered, and then looked up at me helplessly.

"Let's get you to the hospital."

A/N: I don't own Dan or Phil (But wouldn't that be nice?) I hope you enjoy the story.

Ps: I am trying very hard to not become a committer of cultural appropriation, so if you see something that's not right, please tell me. BUT BE NICE ABOUT IT. Thank you. :)