"But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet-" Dan was cut off by a wave of nausea and the room spinning around him.
"..is the sun!" Dan best friend and co-star Carrie Fletcher reminded in a whisper before assuming her previous position in the balcony.
Dan covered his mouth with his hand and sprinted back stage to empty the contents of his stomach into the large trash bin. He retched into the bin and panted as the nausea passed, at least for now.
"Oh God Dan! What happened to you?!" Carrie asked anxiously while running her hand up and down his back.
"I just.. T-the room.. Spinning.. Nauseous.." He managed in between deep breaths. He could really use some water.. Or a mint.. Or Phil..
"Poor thing.." Carrie said. "I'm taking you home! You're in no position to be on your feet for hours under these lights. Do you think you can stand?"
Dan nodded a bit before standing up on his feet and immediately regretting it. "I feel sick Carrie.. I'm going to throw up.." He whined.
Carrie quickly helped him sit and handed him a paper bag. "Just relax.. I'll call Phil okay? Oh gosh you're burning up.." She muttered as she dialed the number.
'Hello?' A familiar voice answered.
"Phil! It's Carrie! Please come get Dan.. He's running a fever and has gotten sick twice.. He really doesn't look good."
'Shit..' He muttered. 'I'll be right there. Keep Dan calm. Oh! And get him some water please, thanks. I'll be there in 10 minutes.'
Carrie hung up and held Dan and he continued to whine and cry softly. He curled up holding his stomach tightly, repeatedly asking 'why me?'
Phil sighed and sat down on the cold seat of the underground. He was extremely worried about Dan. Dan had vomited 3 times already that morning, and yet insisted on going to rehearsal. Oh Dan.. Why couldn't Phil just say 'no' to those sparking eyes and adorable dimples?
The ride was a long one, almost enough to make Phil sleepy. When his stop came, he almost missed it but quickly jumped up when remembering why he was going in the first place. Dan. His Dan.
He ran towards the theater and his heart broke when he saw the state his lover was in. Dan was curled up in Carrie's arms sobbing loudly. His entire body was shaking and it was evident he has just gotten sick all over himself.
"Oh Dan.." Phil whispered before running over to him. "Darling.. I'm here. I've got you.."
"Phil.. It's hurts.. It hurts so bad.." Dan sobbed into Phil's hoodie once he has scooped him up in his arms.
"Dan, we are going to the hospital. Now. I don't care what you say." Phil kept Dan in his arms, holding him tightly. Dan protested softly but his voice was drowned out when Phil whispered comforting words to him and cooed sweet nothings in his ear. Phil smiled gratefully. This always made Dan relax.
Phil hailed a cab and got in carefully, still cradling Dan to his chest. He hummed softly and played with Dan's soft hair. Dan would be okay. It was just the flu right? Dan was the toughest, loudest, and sassiest boy Phil had ever met. And that's why the fell in love with the younger boy.
Dan's eyes fluttered open and he looked to Phil who never put him down one. "Phil.. It hurts.. It still hurts.."
"I know Bear.. The doctor will help. It's just the flu love. The medicine the doctor prescribes will help." Phil said calmly.
It felt like he was being ripped apart.. Burning. Searing pain. Was this what Hell felt like?
'Idiot..' Dan thought to himself. He is just overreacting. The flu is nothing to worry about at all. And this was just the flu.. Wasn't it?