Prompt 11: Sick

Rated: PG

Words: 684

Notes: Thanks to my Beta Reader KDaisyH. Sorry for not updating earlier. I had to go camping for a while and I was craving internet. To make things worse, I became sick. How wonderful.

Dan had woken up only a few minutes ago. His head was still swimming with half-coherent, muddled thoughts that always seemed to occupy his mind whenever he first woke up. Really, the only reason Dan was up was that when he had turned over in his sleep to drape his arm on the chest of Phil, he had found that there was no one there. Much to Dan's discomfort and dislike, he shuffled out of the warm sheets with wobbling legs as he walked out of the bedroom and into the hallway.

Dan balled up his hand into a fist and rubbed his eye, opening his mouth wide as he let out a yawn. God, it was too early for this. He shouldn't even be up. Sickly people shouldn't have to move, he was pretty sure that was a rule. Dan cast his eyes down, having to use all his available willpower to keep himself from falling asleep while standing. He was so tired...

"Dan!" Phil's normally quiet whisper was a few levels louder, making his whisper sound more harsh than what Dan was used to.

Snapping your head up, Dan made eye contact with Phil, letting a weak smile curl his lips just enough for him to see. Phil stood at the other end of the hallway, his pajamas still hanging loosely off of his body, his dark hair still ruffled from the pillow. Dan cast his eyes downward to see that in Phil's hands was a wooden tray, complete with a small stack of pancakes and a glass of milk. Dan couldn't help but let a weak smile on his face as his dull, sleepy eyes continued to scan his boyfriend's body for a moment. "Phil... You made breakfast..." Dan felt his heart warm up at the thought of his boyfriend having gone through the trouble of making breakfast, putting it on a tray, and then carrying it back to him just because Dan was sick.

Seeming to ignore Dan's comment, Phil walked forward herding his boyfriend back into their shared room and back into bed. "You shouldn't be up, Dan," Phil gently scolded, his kind voice somehow not managing to make Dan feel guilty in the least. As he curled up under the lukewarm blankets, Phil set the tray down gently on the bed. "You are sick... I'm supposed to take care of you."

Looking up at Phil, Dan let his smile widen just barely. "Thank you, Phil..." Dan heard his own voice drop a level, the volume getting close to Phil's.

Dan felt the bed dip as Phil sat down next to him, however he wasn't looking at him, Dan's attention had been drawn down towards the plate of pancakes that sat on his lap. He could still see the small wisps of steam coming off the food that had been made specifically for him. And the smell, oh God the smell was wonderful.

Dan felt a pair of soft lips being gently placed on his cheek in a short, loving kiss before he heard Phil, getting up and smiled, "Go on and eat, Dan, I'll clean up the kitchen."

Dan took a moment to look up from his plate with wide eyes, a surprised look on his face, already set to protest the action. Phil had already made Dan breakfast... he shouldn't have to clean up afterwards. It was too much. "It only co-" Dan began, only to be interrupted by Phil.

"No, don't worry about it," Dan watched as Phil stood up, already heading for the door, his normal, sweet smile on his face. "Let me take care of you," and then he was gone, out the door, down the hall, he could hear the soft pattering of Phil's feet on the floor.

Dan couldn't keep the smile off his face. Phil is the best man on the face of the planet, he was sure, and as Dan looked down, cutting some of his breakfast into a bite-sized piece, and popping it into his mouth, Dan was sure that he was one of the best cooks as well.

Notes: Well that was fluffy. If you have any prompts for me to write, just pm me. I'll love to see the ideas you guys have. Thanks for reading :)