Hey! Ch.4 Is here..sorry it's crappy :(

I look at Dan, he was curled up in bed, coughing his heart out. I sit on the edge of his bed, sighing.

"Dan, do you need anything?" I ask him. Dan has a 101.7 fever, and can't stop coughing and sneezing. He shakes his head a little bit

"I'm fine right now," He sniffs.

"Dan, you wouldn't be sick if you actually slept. You hang out with Josie all day, and then spend all night editing and only get about 2 hours of sleep each night. It's awful for your body Dan! it's okay to do that, like, once a month….maybe, but you have been doing this for two weeks straight!" I look at him. I don't want my best friend to end up dead because he isn't getting enough sleep.

"I know Phil, I mean," He sneezes. "I just have a packed life. I can't give up Josie, or my youtube channel, I just can't," He sneezes again. I hand him a tissue.

"I'm not saying you have to give up anything, I'm just saying, MAYBE you should spend a little less time with Josie, so you can edit earlier in the night, and go to bed earlier, and get more than 2 hours of sleep. Dan, this could kill you!" I say to him, why won't he just go to sleep like a normal person.

Dan nods his head. "I know. From now on I'm going to go get some more sleep! Can you hand me my phone I need to call Josie and ask her if she wants to hang out," Dan says. My mouth drops open.

"Are you serious Dan?! You are sick! You need to rest, Josie will survive. I'll call her," I grab Dan's phone and call Josie.

Josie's POV:

I see Dan is calling me so I pick up the phone smiling.

"Hey babe," I smile, even though he can't see.

"Hi Josie, it's Phil," He laughs a bit awkwardly.

"Oh, hi Phil! What's up?" Why was he calling on Dan's Phone? I hear Dan coughing in the background.

"Well, Dan has a 101.7 fever, so he can't see you today. I am calling for him, because, he can't get a sentence out because he is coughing too much," Phil says to me. I pout a bit, but I totally understand.

"Okay, thanks for letting me know. Tell him to feel better?" I say to Phil. I feel like this is my fault Dan is sick.

"I will, I'll talk to you later. Bye," Phil hangs up the phone, and I plop down onto the couch. Well, now I have nothing to do today.

Phil's POV:

I was in the kitchen cooking Dan some soup. I don't think he'll be able to do the radio show tomorrow, he is to sick. I'll have to do the show by myself, oh boy.

I finish making the soup and bring it into Dan's room. I go in and set it on is nightstand, sitting on the edge of his bed.

"Thanks Phil," He mumbles and sits up, grabbing the soup. I nod.

"Do you need anything else?" I ask him. I wish he would feel better, I hate seeing my best friend like this.

"No, I'm okay for right now. Thanks for everything Phil," He smiles at me. I smile back and leave his room, so he can finish his soup and get some more rest.

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