Error Code: Dan Howell (Phan)

Fifteen

"I think."

"What am I going to do with you?" Phil chuckles lightly.

"That seems to be the question of the day doesn't it?" The same voice rings in Dan's head.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Dan mumbles.

"You'll see."

"What did you say Dan?" Phil's voice takes the place of the voice in his head.

"Nothing much, I'm just tired. And in pain." He grunts.

"I know, I'll go get the medicine. You can swallow pills right?" Dan nods his head slightly so he doesn't rock his head back and forth to much. "Good, are you allergic to anything?"

"No."

"Alright, I'll be back, make yourself comfortable in my duvet, when I get back we can cuddle." Phil presses his lips briefly to Dan's head before pulling away and leaving Dan alone in his room.

Immediately Dan starts talking to himself. "Who are you?"

"No one special. Just a regular man is all."

"Do I know you?" Dan stacks a few pillows to rest his head on and brings the duvet up over his cold body.

"I would hope not. But I know you Dan, and you're beautiful." Says the voice, it was obviously a man. Dan scoffs at his answer and turns onto his side.

"I'm not but thanks anyway. How did you get in my head?"

"I'm not just in your head."

"What is that's supposed to mean-" the door opens and Phil is holding a plastic cooking bowl and a glass of water.

"Miss me?" Phil asks with a small smile as he sits down next to Dan on his bed.

"No, I missed not being hungover though." Phil helps Dan sit up and wraps his arm around Dan's waist to support him. "What's the bucket for?" Dan asks.

"In case you need to throw up." Phil informs him while he reaches into the bucket and grabs a pill. "Here you go, you know how this works right?"

"Yeah." Dan graciously takes the pill from Phil and puts it on the back of his tongue. Then Phil hands him the water and he downs a good portion of it. The pill goes down with the water and he starts to feel slight relief. A sigh escapes his mouth and he leans into Phil. "Thanks."

"No problem." Phil takes the water away from him and puts it beside his bed. Then he wraps both his arms around Dan and holds him close to his own body. "Is it helping?"

"You mean the pill or your embrace? The answer for both is yes." Dan leans his head on Phil's shoulder and clutches the plastic bucket in his arms, he knows that throwing up is unavoidable so he wants to keep the bucket close to him at all times.

Phil lets out a soft chuckles and presses his lips into Dan's hair. Dan closes his eyes and relaxes in Phil's arms. If he wasn't feeling so horrible, his heart would be beeping up a storm because of Phil's cold touch against his skin. But it wasn't, and he could enjoy being with Phil. Maybe he should get drunk more often.