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“Phiiil, now that we’re done with the editing, can we plan for dinner? What do you feel like having?” Dan called from the gaming room.
Phil looked around the kitchen as he put their glasses in the dishwasher and tried to think of a food that seemed appetizing.
“I’m not sure, I don’t really want anything right now, we can have whatever you want.” He called back.
There was silence for a minute, then some shuffling, and then Dan appeared at the kitchen door. He stared at Phil with a raised eyebrow.
“You. Don’t want anything.” He spoke slowly, emphasizing every word.
Phil nodded.
“You do realise we’re talking about food?” Dan asked, eyebrows raised to the roof. It was no secret that Phil loved food, it was a rare occurrence for him to not want anything.
Phil nodded again.
Dan narrowed his eyes and kept staring at Phil. He walked closer, put a hand on his forehead. “You don’t feel warm, I don’t think you have a fever.” He put his hands on each side of Phil’s face, slowly turning his head to the side and then the other as he spoke. “Are you feeling poorly or something? I knew those wet sheets would get one of us sick.” He pulled a chair from the table nearby and tried to get him to sit down as he kept talking.
“I’m not sick or feeling bad, Dan. No need to worry. I’m just really not hungry.” Phil said as he swatted Dan’s hand away and put the chair back.
“You had coffee for breakfast too, didn’t you? When was the last time you ate anything?” Dan said as he looked Phil up and down, with a worried look on his face.
“I’m not sure, yesterday lunch, maybe?” Phil looked down.
“Phil! It’s been over 24 hours since you last ate anything! How are you not starting right now, you normally eat like a snack every hour!” Dan looked even more worried, if possible.
“Not like it’s on purpose or anything! I just genuinely haven't gotten hungry… I didn’t even realize it until you pointed it out.” Phil furrowed his brows, looking down. He felt stupid for not even realising that earlier.
“Alright, you go pull up Buffy on the TV and I will order us some food. No getting up before eating everything that was ordered, deal?” Dan narrowed his eyes and shook a finger at Phil, the look on his eyes almost daring Phil to disagree. Phil knew better than to do that.
“Deal.” He smiled at Dan and went to the home cinema to put on Buffy as Dan ordered. Now that he was aware he hadn’t eaten in a long time, he was starting to feel the dull pricks of a migraine slowly make it’s way into his brain. He rubbed his eyes and got comfortable on the couch.
Dan came into the room a couple minutes later. “Okay, l ordered your favourite from the pizza place we like. Should be here in about half an hour. Here, you can sip this while we wait, should help with your blood sugar.” Dan said as he put a glass of Ribena in Phil’s hand.
“Would’ve helped more if it weren’t for the stupid sugar regulation.” Phil murmured before he took a sip, lifting the glass back to Dan after he did.
“You and that stupid sugar regulation law... “ Dan said, shaking his head. “Is there anything else I can do for you?” He laid the fluffy blanket they keep on the couch over Phil after taking the Ribena glass from his hand and placing it on the coffee table.
Phil snuggled more into the blanket and looked up at Dan. “Yeah, actually, could you get me my wad cap from the closet, my glasses from the nightstand and my contacts case from the bathroom? Also, could you turn the lights down on your way out?”
“Of course, princess.” Dan’s voice was teasing, and he shook his head at Phil as he talked but the fond look on his face and the slight smile on his lips were visible as ever.
He turned the lights down on his way out as promised and brought Phil the things he asked for, as well as his pillow. He watched as Phil took his contacts out and put his glasses on, then he took the contacts back to the bathroom as he knew Phil would never be able to find them if they left it in the room.
As Dan went back into the kitchen to fill Phil's water bottle,his mind started to wonder. Why would Phil not feel hungry if he wasn’t sick? He didn’t have a fever or anything and he seemed fine but they did sleep in wet sheets for almost a whole night and Phil did have a tendency to get cold easily. It was possible that Phil was in the process of getting sick and the loss of appetite was just step one. Dan realised he had to take very good care of Phil to stop the cold before they went on holiday and thanked their luck Phil’s parents had already gone back.
By the time he went back to Phil, he was practically dozing off on their couch, nestled underneath the blanket, his head on the pillow he’s hugging. He looked up at Dan with a sheepish smile and tired eyes as Dan put the now full water bottle on the coffee table, next to the already empty Ribena glass.
“Thank you, prince”
“My pleasure, princess.”
They looked at each other for a second, just basting in the love that was radiating off the other.
After a second, Phil snuffled and spoke up slowly. “Dan… I think I might be getting a cold.” He buried his face in the pillow.
Dan chuckled quietly, shaking his head.
“Don’t laugh, I don’t want to be sick when we’re on holiday! It’s that stupid dryer’s fault, why couldn’t it just do its job and dry the sheets?!”
“It’s alright Philly, we’ve still got a couple days before we leave. I’ll make sure you’re feeling better by then.”