Dan woke up in his bed with the feeling of death. His fever has high and he was soaked in sweat. The shirtless British boy moaned in pain and he knew that today he wouldn't be happy.
There was suddenly a slight knock on the door.
"Dan? Its almost 12 pm and your not out of bed yet. Are you alright? Can I come in?"
Daniel cleared his throat and weakly responded with "Yes, Phil."
Phil walked into the man's room to see an awful sight. Dan looked miserable. Phil walked over to Dan's side with a worried look.
"Dan?! Are you alright"
Dan rolled his eyes and sighed "Yes Phil I'm just a bit sick...."
Phil pressed his cold tender hand on Dan's fragile forehead and gasped.
"Dan! Your fever is high! We have to bring you in the ER this instant!" Phil ran out the room to grab him a shirt and sweater.
Dan looked in disgust, "Your sonic shirt and Jake sweater? These are to colorful for me, Phil."
Phil sighed, "They will have to do, Dan. Put them on so we can leave ASAP."
So Dan put on the garments. He tried to get pout of bed not fell in weakness and swore under his breath.
"Here Dan, let me help you. " Phil held Dan's arm and helped him up. Death was lingering on the boy and it made him feel awful. Dan leaned against Dan for support and they both walked down the stairs. Phil stopped them.
"I'm going to carry you on my back, Dan"
"Are you insane?! How come?!"
"Does Danny-Boy want to ride the bus to the hospital?"
".....no...''
" Alright then."
Dan claimed on to Phil's back. To Phil's surprise, Dan was light weighted.
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When they got to the ER, they placed Dan in a room. Luckily, just himself, no other patients to annoy him.
"Dan, I'll just wait in the waiting roo-"
"Wait, Phil."
"hmm?"
'Please stay here."
".....alright."
Phil grabbed a seat next to him. So after they put IVs in him, Dan feel asleep.
Phil ran his hand over Dan's messed up fringe. Smiling, he sang him calm solemn songs that made the mood seem at peace. Dan was hoping to get better, and it was because of Philip. And Dan was thankful that he had him.
