As it turned out, Phil didn't have paracetomol back at the hotel. Or any other painkillers in fact, as his bags were still on their return trip from India. 

'Sorry Danny-boy, it looks like you're gonna have to grin and bear it,' Phil said sympathetically as Dan lay on his bed. He supressed a groan in frustration and just lay still. The quiet didn't last long as suddenly, Phil jumped up and exclaimed,

'Oh my god, Dan, we're already half an hour late collecting our schedule! Come on quick!'

He ran frantically around the room gathering his possessions as Dan slowly sat up. He didn't feel good at all. But he stood up, put on his shoes, and walked unsteadily behind Phil.

                                                                                        .~*~.

'Dan, are you sure you're alright? You don't look to good,' Phil whispered at his best friend, who was slumped in a chair next to him, focused on the person speaking. He was visibly sweating and very pale.

'Phil, shush, I'm fine ok,' Dan hissed at him. The talk would surely be over soon anyway. He looked at the clock. Forty-five minutes remaining.

                                                                                        .~*~.

Phil looked over at Dan again. He was sitting with his head back in the seat and his eyes closed. He was shaking slightly. This was enough.

'Okay, Dan? We're going to stand up in a minute and go back to the room where you can have a little lie down. Sound good?' Phil murmured, rubbing Dan's arm comfortingly. Dan gave a feeble nod, and went to stand up. This was a dangerous task and he almost fell over- then Phil quickly grabbed him by the waist.

'Bit dizzy, are we?' He muttered to himself as he slowly walked Dan out of the room, giving an apologetic wave to the speaker.

When they got to the room, Phil sent a text to Louise.

To: Louise

'Dan rly not well, come asap plz, bring meds? thx'

He went to pour Dan a glass of water and when he got back, Dan was rolled on his side in bed. He had a pained expression on his face.

'Right, lets get some things straight. What are we dealing with here Bear?' Phil used the pet name affectionately as he kneeled on the floor beside Dan's head. However Dan made no attempt to answer. 'Bear, I need to know where it hurts so I can make it better...'

Dan just gave a tiny shake of his head and curled up into a ball. Phil stood up and looked at him properly.

'Dan, if you don't tell me, I'm going to have to try and guess. So lets go with headache and fever, yes? Okay.'

He got his laptop and sat beside Dan, scrolling through tumblr and running his hands gently through Dan's sweaty fringe.