TW: Mentions of sickness?

"Phil.. I don't.. I don't.." Dan clasped a hand over his mouth as he suddenly had the urge to throw up. He stood up and raced into the bathroom, making it just in time to throw up in the toilet. Dan collapsed to his knees, completely knackered; he hated being sick.

"Dan, come here, we can cuddle if it makes you feel better?" Phil suggested and Dan sighed standing back up again and wiping his mouth.

"But I don't want to make you sick too.." Dan whispered once he saw Phil sitting on the sofa, a cup of water and a bowl in front of him. A frown appeared on Phil's face as he noticed how pale Dan was. He was practically white, almost so much that his skin resembled Phil's.

"I don't care, as long as you're okay." He lifted up his arm in a welcome gesture and Dan reluctantly sat down beside him. Phil wrapped his arm around his boyfriend and let him lean his head on his shoulder. "Dan, you're boiling. I think you have a temperature.. I should probably check-"

"No," Dan whined, pouting at Phil. "Stay with me.."

"Fine then but if you feel any worse-"

"Phil, I'll be okay. It's probably just a bug."

"Yeah.. Probably." Phil brought his finger tips through Dan's fringe, causing smiles to appear on both their faces.

Dan soon found himself drifting into a deep sleep, his sickness long forgotten.

-

"How are you feeling?" Phil whispered, placing the readymade bowl of soup on the table as he bent down to Dan's height.

"Mm.. not great.." Dan mumbled, sitting up and wincing as he rubbed his eyes with his fists.

"I made you some soup.." Phil picked the hot bowl back up and passed it to the sick man in front of him.

"Thanks, Phil. You're the best." Dan forced a smile as he tried some of the soup.

"Do you need anything else? A blanket? A pillow?"

"Would we be able to go upstairs once I finish my soup?" Dan whispered and Phil eagerly nodded, grinning widely.

"Sure! Whatever you want. Your wish is my command." Phil sat down beside Dan and watched as he slowly ate the soup.

Once he finished it, they both headed upstairs, Dan whining every once in a while because he felt exhausted, despite having napped for at least an hour. "Come on, love." Phil smiled, lifting up Dan's bedcovers as Dan slipped into bed.

"Lay with me?" Dan suggested and Phil nodded, laying beside the sick man and wrapping his arms around his waist.

"I hope you feel better soon.." Phil kissed Dan's forehead and they fell asleep in each other's arms, the sickness forgotten by both.

This is short but I felt like writing something<3

*whispers* Prologue 2 is out for Detention? read it, please? :P