(Dan's POV)

Dan went back to the living room to get their discarded mugs of soup.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" Dan called to Phil from the living room.
"We could've tried to stop it before it became this bad. Are there..."

Dan froze in his tracks.

The first thing he saw when he returned to the kitchen was the huge puddle of water on the floor. Then he looked up into Phil's eyes.

Phil's eyes.

They were fogged over. They had this ghostly hue and it brought chills to his spine. Phil's usually beautiful, bright blue eyes were now white.

And then he saw it.

Phil had the kettle in his hand, but his hand was tilted and he was pouring the water that had just finished boiling, over his right arm. Dan dropped the mugs, which broke into thousands of little splinters from the sudden impact and yanked the kettle from his best friend's hands.

(Phil's POV)

Dan had just left the kitchen when the kettle had finished cooking. He picked it up, ready to pour, when he felt it happening.
He first heard the ringing. The first earsplitting ring. Then the headache came full-on, ten times worse than it was before. He tried putting the kettle down, but surprise, nothing wanted to cooperate with him. He wanted nothing more than to hold his head and sit in a corner and scream, but nothing wanted to work. He could hear Dan say something about something becoming worse, but he couldn't respond to him. He couldn't call out. He was helpless.

All of a sudden, he felt his body move. It wasn't normal movement. It felt more like a jolt, like a lightning bolt.
Phil's body was now standing, still with kettle in hand, in the middle of the kitchen. He could see Dan gaping at Phil. He tried calling for help again, but to no avail. And then, Phil's body started pouring the boiling water onto his left lower arm and hand.

He was screaming. Every inch of his soul was screaming.
The pain was excruciating. It was like nothing he'd ever felt before. It felt like he had thrust his arm into an open fire and let it roast. He could see his skin start changing, he could smell it. And it was only when Dan grabbed the kettle out of his hands when he realized - there is no way to stop this.

And whatever is happening to him, is going to kill him.