Chapter 2 – The Beginning of the End:

Phil's POV

It was around 10:30 am when I awoke. I listened carefully to hear if Dan was awake. He wasn't. I knew he wouldn't be, on a day like today where we can spend it doing whatever we want Dan would seize that chance and sleep to at least noon. Following my usual routine, I got up, made coffee and breakfast then sat on the sofa and took to twitter. Being as I missed out on my live show on Sunday, I decided to do one today, and in turn, sent out;

AmazingPhil: Live show today! 7pm GMT, see you guys later!

Immediately I got replies, thousands of them like every time, it was like a stampede of fangirls all wanted to get noticed by their idol. I replied to a few then just browsed, answered E-mails and scrolled. There was always new content on the internet, constantly, I could and would spend hours reading pointless news articles like; Patrick Stump spotted buying a sponge and scientists claim that Pewdiepie will soon take over the world. I loved my life.

It was 3pm and I still hadn't heard from Dan. Occasionally he would oversleep but never to this extent. I was worried, as in shitting myself worried. I knew something wasn't quite right when he retired early last night, I just didn't know what.

I went to his bedroom door and peered in. I nearly fainted. He was lying naked in a massive puddle of sweat, his cheeks were a shade of scarlet and he was whimpering. Cautiously, I went over to the side of his bed and gently laid my hand on his moist forehead. He was burning up. My hand shot up at one, I was half expecting to see 1st degree burns and smoke coming from my palm.

"Dan, what, how?" was all I managed to say before I choked up. I had never seen him in so much physical pain, and I couldn't help him.

"Phil, please. Make. It. Stop. I'm so cold Phil, so so cold, a, a, and I can't move, everything h, hurts." He looked at me desperately as tears stained his face, "please make the pain go away" Dan whimpered. How had this happened, and how so quickly? What is this illness? I could barely stand to look at him. Dan, my Dan was hurting so much, and he had to fight it by himself. If he died…. I couldn't bear to think about it. Instead, I wiped my own tears away and stood up, my back straight and my pose was one of authority.

"Dan, I need to get you out of that bed, and I need to shower you down, get you into some trackies and a T-shirt and change your sheets." It was hard to keep the authority in my tone when he just stared at me with a look on his face that said: Please just end my pain.

I lead him into the bathroom, like a father would do to his helpless son, and positioned him under the shower nozzle. A stream of cold water funnelled out of the nozzle. No sooner as the first droplet of water had hit his back, did Dan yelp.

"Please Phil, I'm so cold, please don't make me do this, please."

"You have to…my love" I had to ease him into it, but I kinda liked calling him that, "hot water will only make you feel worse, please, just do this for me." Lightly, my lips met his forehead, "please, for me" I pleaded into his hair.

"Okay, but not for long, promise not for long." He looked meekly at me with a small smile.

"I promise" I soothed, returning the smile. I eased the water on, making sure to add a little dose of heat; I didn't want him to freeze. I washed him down, then wrapped him in a towel and brought him some comfortable clothes.

"You're still very hot, I thi..."

"I'm glad you see me that way Philly" he interrupted with a smirk, I was glad that his sense of sarcasm hadn't deserted him yet. Not.

"L O L" I said in an equally sarcastic tone, "as I was saying, I think after you're changed, you should go lie on the sofa, and I'll get you some ice cream and medicine."

"Sounds good to me" He mumbled, and I left him to get on with it. I raced around the house, stripping his bed of his sheets, replacing them, making him food and medicine and satisfying his every need until around 5, when he finally went back to sleep. 'Is the live show still on?' I wondered, should I just leave Dan in bed while I entertain my fans for an hour? Well I couldn't disappoint them, and I was sure that Dan would be okay. There were roughly 10 minutes until my live show when I heard; "Phiiilllll" from Dan's room.

"Yes my love" I replied tenderly.

"Can you come here for a second?" I went and lay down beside him. He still looked as white as a sheet, and beaten down, but his temperature had decreased a tad, so it was okay. Gradually, he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me to his level. I didn't know what he was doing, though I'd wanted this moment to happen for a long time. Had he wanted it too? Or was he just delirious?

"Thank you so much, for helping me and taking care of me" he mumbled sheepishly, "you've helped me through so much in my life, even when I'm not like a helpless toddler" he chuckled "but I never really thanked you, and I should have done this ages ago but.." he stopped and kissed me, yes it was like kissing an oven, but he still kissed me. Fireworks exploded throughout my body, a smile lit up my face. I felt wonderful. When he pulled away, all too quickly might I add, his giddy smile was even bigger than mine. "Thank you" he whispered again, I was almost too dumbstruck to hear him. "Oh, and Phil?"

"Mmhmm" I muttered brightly.

"Its 7" he answered.

"Waaa" I took a moment to process this information while I was still drunk on happiness, then it came crashing down, "Oh shit" I scrambled out of the bed and ran into the living room, hearing the faint sound of Dan's choked laughter behind me. It sounded so forced and off, I thought as I logged onto YouNow, I hope he gets better. At that point my face appeared on the screen and I forced out a cheery "Hi guys!"

About halfway through the show, I noticed Dan standing in the doorframe, "Dan, what are you doing here, you should be in bed" I persisted, he wasn't fit enough to be wondering yet.

"I wanted to say hi" His voice sounded croaky, and he tried to smile, but I could see that he was still in pain. I closed the lid of my laptop slightly and walked over to him.

"You should be in bed darling, you're not well" Again, I kissed his forehead and again I could feel the heat radiating from his skin. Quickly, I went back to the laptop and began to talk; "I am afraid that I will have to end this broadcast early because Dan has caught the…flu" I stammer, I can see him struggling toward me, having to grab onto every object he passes so he doesn't lose balance, "but byeee guys" Suddenly it all happened. Just as the screen was going dark, Dan fell, fainted. He sunk to the ground so fast and his whole body just went limp. "Oh shit" was the last thing my viewers heard.

"Dan, DAN, wake up, please wake up, Dan…" I was shaking him and pleading with him as tears rolled down my cheeks. I was so scared. "Please Dan, please be okay." A little pool of blood was beginning to surround the right side of his head from where he collided from the floor "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit" I chanted as I ran to our storage cupboard to get the first aid kit. Grabbing the bandage I ran back and tended to him. It was as if I was spinning silk, I wound the bandage round and round his head, slowly but precisely, all the time wishing for him to wake up. He never did. I carried him to his bed, and then cleaned up the blood. I knew I couldn't leave him, so I got him into his boxers like with myself, and lay down next to him, listening to his shallow breathing until sleep finally came and took me away.