Dan sighed as he made the final cut in his new video. It was gone 3am and his head was killing him. He quickly saved the video, ready to be posted tomorrow. He shut his laptop lid and collasped on his bed. Nothing was heard throughout the apartment as Phil was staying at PJs overnight.

Sighing once again Dan got off his bed and went to the bathroom. He grabbed some Advil and swallowed it dry. He then decided to go to bed, hoping that all he had was a small headache from being on the computer all day and not anything more.

~The Next Morning~

Dan woke up the next morning, his head was still feeling like someone was hitting it with a sledgehammer. He also felt super cold, which was strange as there were no windows open and he was pretty sure he switched the radiators on the previous night.

His stomache rumbled in a uncomfortable way and he was starting to feel sick. Quickly he scrambled out of bed and half ran to the bathroom. He crashed to his knees infront of the toilet.

Breathing heavily he began to dry gag. Bile rose up in his throat and he started throwing up. It seemed like hours had passed before he finally stopped. He fell backwards, using the bath as a support. After about 5 minutes he got up and flushed the toilet. He washed his mouth out and left the bathroom. He walked to the living room, grabbed the big fluffy blanket off the side and curled up underneath. He switched the TV onto a random program and turned the volume to low. As he watched he became sleepy and eventually fell asleep

It was 2pm by the time Phil got home. He unlocked the door and dragged his bag in.

"Dan? I'm home!" Phil called. He got no response. At first Phil thought he might have gone out, but the younger boy always texted Phil to warn him that he was out. Phil quickly checked his phone to see if he had received any messages, which he hadn't.

Frowning, Phil walked up the stairs. As he passed the bathroom, he was attacked by the smell of vomit. It almost made him puke. He grabbed air freshener out of the cupboard, sprayed the toilet and then shut the door.

He walked up the stairs again and checked Dan's bedroom, which was empty. He then checked his room, the kitchen and finally the lounge.

There he saw Dan asleep on the sofa, the TV on standby. Dan was curled underneath Phils Favourite blanket. Smiling softly Phil walked over to Dan and went to brush his hair out of his face. As his hand brushed Dans skin, he almost yelped in surprised. Dan felt like an oven.

"Dan. Wake up" Phil said softly, shaking Dan's arm. Dan groaned and slowly opened his eyes. He gave a half smile to Phil.

"Hey Phil. How was PJ's?" Dan asked.

"I know youre sick Dan. You feel like a volcano and the bathroom reeks" Phil said pointedly, scrunching up his nose. Dan sighed and tried to hide beneath the blanket, but Phil pulled it away.

"Philllllll why'd you do that. Im cold" Dan whined. Phil gave him an apologetic smile.

" Youre too hot Dan. I promise once you've cooled down you can have it back." Phil promised. Dan pouted but nodded anyway, because he knew Phil was right.

"Have you taken anything today?" Phil asked. Dan shook his head. Phil stood up and walked back to the bathroom. He grabbed some Advil and fever reduces. He then walked to the kitchen and poured Dan a glass of water

He brought all of these things back to the lounge and gave them to Dan. Reluctantly, Dan took the medication, after Phil promised to give him cuddles afterwards. Phil lied on the sofa behind Dan and pulled him close to his chest. Dan smiled at Phil and closed his eyes, falling asleep.

668 words

Sorry this is Trash. I wrote it in an hour. Please forgive me. A better one will be coming next week. I promise! Remember to leave me prompts because I ain't smart. I can't make up stuff on my own.

Oke

Baizz

-Author L?