#sick dan

[dr-danny-cain]

I get so emotional when I'm sick :<

Herbert put his weighted blanket on me, and I started crying and telling him how much I love him and how I'm never leaving him, that hes mine and I'm his, and if anything happened to him and the reagent didn't work, I'd keep him alive out of sheer will until I found a way, and if that meant we'd both me mindless zombies who only long for the touch of one another, then so be it...

I think I finally managed to creep him out.

[boofphil]

blanket cocoon

2013!dan

summary: dan is grumpy. but phil always knows how to cheer him up

genre: iscccckckckckckckckckckkfic fluff 

warnings: NUDITY jk

word count: ~800

a/n: eeee e  e e e  e e e e  e e  e e e  e e e e 

Phil almost cooed at the sight of Dan. He was sniffling every ten seconds or so, his cheeks were tinted pink, his voice was scratchy, and he had taken to burying himself in piles of blankets while he watched anime. Phil had dropped by Dan’s room to see how he was doing, but now he was wandering in to coddle him. He was just so cute and Phil found himself wanting to care and cuddle him better. He wasn’t supposed to be visiting Dan as Dan didn’t want to get Phil sick as well, but Phil couldn’t help but want to check up on his boyfriend.

“What do you want?” Dan grumbled, voice croaky. He knew what Phil was planning on doing and he wasn’t looking forward to it.

Phil pouted, sitting on the bed. “Poor Danny,” he cooed, placing a hand on Dan’s forehead to check his temperature. He wasn’t too warm, but it was enough for Phil to worry about him. “Do you want some tea and medicine?”

Dan rolled his eyes. The sickness had made him grouchy and cynical. “I already took medicine and drank three cups of tea. I don’t need you to coddle me.” He let out a few dry coughs into his elbow that made Phil wince with the force of it. “And don’t call me Danny, you know I hate that.”

Phil merely laughed. “Grumpy boy,” he teased, kissing Dan’s forehead. “Let me take care of you.”

Dan tried whining, but Phil merely put a finger to his lips, making Dan pout instead.

Phil tugged Dan out of his blanket cocoon, ignoring the protests and profanity that came from him. He lead Dan downstairs to the bathroom, smiling as he turned to Dan.

“Why are you smiling like that, it’s creepy.”

Phil merely shrugged, then opened up the door. Inside, Dan’s favorite scented candles were lit, giving the room a heavenly smell. A bath had been made and had vanilla scented bubbles piled up in it. The lights were off and there was soft piano music playing.

“Wha- Did you make all this?” Dan croaked out.

Phil nodded, escorting Dan in. The room was humid, Phil having let steam from hot water fill the room. He’d heard that steam helped with a stuffy nose and sore throat. “You’ve been feeling so ill lately and it’s made you all crabby and stressed. I figured a bath would do you good.”

Dan smiled softly. “Thank you.”

He let Phil undress him, melting under the gentle touches. His sweaty clothes were discarded to be cleaned later on by Phil. Dan climbed into the bathtub and sunk into the warm water. He let out a content sigh, his eyes fluttering shut with bliss.

A few moments later, Phil climbed in as well. He reorganized their long limbs so that Dan was pressed up against Phil’s chest. Phil began running a hand through Dan’s sweaty hair.

The two stayed in silence, Phil playing with Dan’s hair as Dan rested his heavy head on Phil’s chest. Dan could feel a slight fever burning under his skin, but the bliss he felt helped keep his mind off of it.

“Are you happy I took care of you?”

Dan couldn’t complain. “Very. It was worth being dragged from my warm cocoon.”

Phil giggled, the sound rumbling in his chest underneath Dan. “Don’t worry, I’ll make you into a blanket cocoon when we get out. Complete with my thermal blanket and everything.”

Dan smiled at the thought, pressing a kiss on Phil’s chest. “Spoil me.”

Phil rolled his eyes. “As if I don’t already.”

It was a long time before they did end up getting out, Phil wrapping Dan in the fluffiest towel before helping him into the fluffiest (and non-sweaty) pajamas he could find. He took extra care in slipping on fuzzy socks, making Dan sarcastically comment that he was Cinderella.

“Well, you are my princess,” Phil had whispered in response. Dan merely blushed and quickly headed back to his room.

There, Phil covered him in his thermal blanket and duvet, keeping to his promise of making him a blanket cocoon.

“Is my princess all nice and comfy?” Phil teased.

Dan pouted. “S-shut up.”

Phil laughed and kissed Dan’s forehead. He noted the lack of heat radiating from it and smiled softly to himself.

“Cuddles?” Dan whispered timidly, giving Phil his best puppy eyes.

Phil didn’t need anymore convincing. He slipped under the blankets, joining Dan in his cocoon of blankets.

The two cuddled and talked softly, discussing things that weren’t meant for others to hear. There words were soon replaced with kisses and the unspoken “I love you’s” that filled the room. Phil always knew how to make Dan feel better.

[studiousbees]

Hi again, everyone! Surprise Monday post! I’m a bit sick today… and that turned into inspiration for another post! What is it like visiting a Korean hospital? That’s the topic for today!

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[winstonlives]

Stay Hydrated

Word Count: 450

Pairing: M/M

Dan is sick, Phil takes care of him. Just a day in the Dan and Phil household when Daniel is sick.

“Here, drink this. My mum said you won’t get better if you don’t stay hydrated.” Phil said, handing Dan a mug of tea with honey and lemon. “Drink it, then you can go back to sleep.”

“Fine.” Dan said, sitting up in order to drink without dribbling it down his front. He took a sip and closed his eyes. “It hurts to swallow.”

“Well guess I’m out of luck for a late night blow job.” Phil smirked.

“Hilarious Phil. I’m sick and you just make fun of me.”

“You’re sick?” Phil said, in mock surprise. “Was wondering why it was so quiet.”

“Be nice to me!” Dan whined.

“Okay, okay…” Phil smiled, and sat down next to Dan. “Drink that tea, and I’ll cuddle you while we watch a movie of your choice. Is that nice enough?”

“Maybe.”

“What ‘you want to watch?”

“Hedwig?”

“Sure.” Phil smiled, and found the movie, as Dan finished the tea and set the mug on the coffee table. He leaned over, tucking his feet under him and rested his cheek in the crook of Phil’s neck. “You want to lay down with your head in my lap?” Phil asked. Dan nodded, and adjusted to do as Phil said.

Phil reached down and tucked the blanket around Dan, then hit play on the movie. They watched the movie in peace, Phil’s fingers combing gently through Dan’s hair. Half way through he looked down to see Dan had once again fallen asleep. Once the movie ended, he turned off the tv. “Dan, let’s go to bed.”

“Movie…” Dan’s voice cracked, his eyes still closed.

“Movie’s over. Come on. S’late.” Phil nudged him to sit.

“M’kay” Dan said, sitting up, still keeping his eyes closed. He swayed a little.

“Come on,” Phil pulled Dan to his feet, and ushered him to the bedroom. He pulled back the duvet letting Dan flop in. “Be right back.” He kissed Dan’s forehead. “Yeah you’re still warm.” He walked into the bathroom. A few minutes later he came back with his glasses on, and a glass of water.  He set the glass on the table near Dan, who was already asleep again. Phil crossed to his side of the bed and lay down. As soon as he was settled Dan instinctively snuggled in closer. “Night sicky.” Phil said, smiling into Dan’s hair. “Hope you feel better tomorrow.”

“M’night…” Dan sighed, his head resting on Phil’s shoulder. “Love you.”

“Love you too, now go to sleep.” Phil whispered, pulling Dan tighter against him. A few moments later Dan’s breathing evened out, letting Phil know he had fallen asleep again. He kissed Dan’s  forehead again, then a few minutes later fell asleep too.

[dangelics]

aaaaaa i love your fics !! could u do one where dan has a tummy ache and phil cares for him :3

Thank you so much for sending in a request, I love cutesy sick fics so yes I am here for this, 100%. (I also love the word tummy?? I’m not sure why) I’m so glad you like my works so far!

Title: Tummy Ache

*Note - I like to use the Read More feature so people can easily scroll past if they are not interested. Oftentimes the Read More feature hates mobile users, so that is why I also put my fics on AO3, the link is right below this!

AO3 link here.

Summary: Dan has a tummy ache and Phil is the best boyfriend alive.

Genre: Fluff!

What annoys Dan more than the fact that he is sick is that he has no idea why he is sick.

He didn’t eat anything wonky, he wasn’t around anyone who was sick, heck he didn’t even go anywhere in the past day or so. As far as he knows, he is only sick because his body hates him and wants him to suffer.

“Phil.” He calls out, wrapped up in the blue and green blanket within Phil’s bedroom. Beside the bed sits a navy blue bucket, just in case, and even looking at it makes a pout appear on the sickly brunette’s face. “Phil.”

“I’m coming, I’m coming.” Phil laughs softly as he enters the bedroom, holding a thermometer in one hand and a rice-filled cold pack in the other. “Are you feeling any better?”

“No. That over-the-counter shit you gave me may as well have been sinus medicine, it did nothing. I’m dying, Philly. This is no longer your bed, it is my death bed.”

“Hush, sit up so I can take your temperature without worrying that I’ll drop it and you’ll choke on it.” Phil breathes out another laugh, watching as the bundle of blankets moves, groaning all the while. The back of his hand makes contact with Dan’s forehead, and he sighs quietly, holding up the thermometer to Dan’s lips. The pouty brunette reluctantly takes the thermometer into his mouth, cheeks rosy and his eyes closing. “You know, you’re still rather pretty, even when you’re sick and sweating all over my bedsheets.”

“Shuddup.” Dan murmurs around the thin thermometer, creaking his eyes open to peer up at Phil through his thick lashes. He looks miserable, and it makes Phil’s heart ache to see his beloved feeling so miserable.

The thermometer beeps and Phil pulls it back, looking down at the numbers. 100.3 degrees Fahrenheit, 38.5 degrees Celsius. His poor darling really is sick.

“What does it say?”

“That you need to lie back down. Go on.” Phil drums his fingers atop Dan’s head, snorting when the male cranes his neck to try to bite his fingers before lying back down. “It also says to open up your blanket so I can lay down with you and make you feel better with my soothing boyfriend secretions.”

“There is no way in hell that I am going to let you in so you can secrete anything on me, Phil.” Despite his words, Dan shifts so he can hold up one side of the blanket up for Phil.

Phil slides in beside Dan, immediately sensing the heat the other male’s body is giving off. He sets the thermometer on the nightstand before lying his arm down, breathing out a pleased sigh as Dan snuggles up to his side, lying his head on Phil’s chest. Shifting so he is comfortable, Phil gently lays the cool rice pack over the back of Dan’s neck, smiling at the quiet “thank you” Dan murmurs against him.

“Has the nausea gone away at all?”

“No. I feel like a thousand tiny lego men are running around and punching my insides into submission until I cough them all up into a damn bucket.”

“My poor baby.” Phil coos, pressing a kiss to the top of Dan’s head. In response, Dan grunts, though he doesn’t try to move away or elbow Phil in the ribs. That really shows how much Dan doesn’t feel well, considering he typically would sass back if Phil teases him. “Do you want to Skype your mum later? After you take a nap?”

“Yeah.” Dan’s voice is small, and Phil feels the male shiver against him, curling in on himself more. “I want my mum.”

Whenever Dan gets sick, he wants to be held by Phil, he wants his mum, and he wants to sleep. Phil has learned all of this, so he is trying to get all of those things done for the ill male. 

“It’s a plan then, bear. Just go to sleep, yeah? I’ll be here when you wake up. Just don’t puke on me, make sure you aim for the bucket.”

“You say that like I can control when and where my insides decide to turn over and make my gag reflex spew all of the contents of my stomach all over the place.”

“Okay, that was gross. I was just teasing, don’t worry.” Phil’s fingers gently stroke Dan’s bangs from his face, and he smiles at the sight of the male with his eyes closed. He looks exhausted, sounds exhausted. Hopefully some sleep will help him to feel better. “Sleep well, honeybee.”

“I love you.” Dan’s voice is a whisper as he drifts out of consciousness, nothing but a quiet murmur, but Phil hears it.

“I love you so much. Get better soon so we can go out and maybe get some Chinese takeout.” Phil watches as Dan’s shoulders relax and sighs happily, relaxing himself. Yeah, the threat that he may get sick as well looms, but to have Dan cuddled up to him like this, he supposes getting a stomach bug might be worth it.

[freetheknee]

little drawing/fake tweet i made loosely based on THIS fic i wrote! this was my first time drawing them and it was so fun, hope to do it again soon! ❤ full view of the drawing itself HERE   ❤

[1heartfanfics]

If you’re still taking prompts, How about one where Dan is suffering from Stomach cramps during one of their stage shows and Phil doesn’t notice until the end and takes care of him? You can choose which one. Thank you!

Okay, so I really don’t think I know enough about either of their live shows to write this well so I’m going to tweak it a little, hopefully it’s still okay!!

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“So you boys just finished your second live show. How was this one different than the first?” The interiviewer, Mara, Dan thought maybe her name was.

“Well, it was definitely easier I think. Just cause we’d done it before. I mean, like anything, the first time there’s a lot of uncertainty and nerves but the second time it’s like oh yeah we’ve done this once already,” Phil explained.

“Yeah, less nerves for sure,” Dan echoed. 

“I think we also just had more fun with it. We did a lot more of the designing and the writing ourselves, so like we were just more involved,” Phil continued, excitement plastered on his face. 

“What was your favorite part of the preparation?” Mara asked.

“I really liked designing the stage, we had a really cool set this time,” Phil said, grinning from ear to ear. He’d been so proud of our set for this show. 

“And you Dan?” she asked, singling him out. He’d been too quiet and he knew it. She probably thought he was being rude, like he thought he was too cool to be there or something. That wasn’t the case at all though. 

“Oh, um, I enjoyed doing the lights and cues,” he answered. 

Truth be told, Dan just couldn’t hardly focus on anything except the cramping in his stomach. It felt like his insides were being rearranged or just smushed by an invisible hand. 

“Right uh, that sounds fun,” she responded, giving him a small smile. He tried to smile back, feeling guilty for ruining her interview. Hopefully Phil’s zeal was enough to make up for his lack thereof. 

“We did this thing where we had to map out the show wearing these funny suits with dots all over them to track our movement, which was pretty hilarious. That actually might have been my favorite part,” Phil said quickly, chuckling at the memory. That had been pretty funny. 

“What about the actual show, what was your favorite part?” she asked next, smiling at Phil with those eyes that girls always looked at him with. He was the charming one. 

“Ooh, definitely the...” Dan didn’t hear Phil’s answer because an other cramp gripped his stomach. He bit back tears, leaning forwards under the guise of adjusting his pant leg. It took all he had not to grip his stomach as it squeezed within him. What the hell was wrong with that sandwich he had for lunch?

“Dan?”

Both Phil and Mara were looking at him expectantly. Dan struggled to remember what the question had been, but it had already been too long and he knew it. 

“Sorry-” he choked out, coughing to cover up his strained his voice was. He used that as an excuse to wipe the tears out of his eyes then cleared his throat. 

“Well, I know it’s hard to pick a favorite part cause we like our whole show, but I would guess that Dan’s least favorite part was the song. I really had to fight him to get us to do that,” Phil said, looking at Dan warily. 

“That’s funny,” Mara said, although she didn’t look amused. “Well, that is all the time we have boys, thank you,” she said, standing up to shake our hands. Phil stood up as well. Shit. 

Dan forced himself to stand over and straighten up as much as he could. He mustered up a smile and shook her hand, then dashed off to the dressing room they’d been in before the interview. Dan was hunched forwards, one arm cradling his stomach as it clenched beneath the skin. 

“Mate what’s wrong with you?” Phil asked as he walked in a moment later. 

Dan groaned from where he was laying on the couch. Phil turned to look at him, curled up and clutching his stomach, face scrunched in pain.

“Jesus Dan what’s wrong?” he asked, crouching down in front of him. 

“My stomach hurts so fucking bad,” Dan said through clenched teeth, eyes remaining shut.

“Aw Dan, I can’t believe you didn’t say anything,” Phil sighed, standing up to grab Dan’s water bottle off of the table, uncapping it and handing it to Dan. 

He struggled into a sitting position and took a few sips of the water, cradling his stomach protectively. The water did help calm him down a little, although his stomach was still cramping and clenching uncomfortably. 

“What happened?” Phil asked, watching him with worry.

“I don’t know. I think there was something in the sandwich I had earlier that my stomach didn’t like. It happens sometimes,” Dan shrugged.

“You mean like with the cereal bars?”

“Yeah,” Dan cringed at the memory. He’d eaten this cereal bar one time and had been in like the worst pain of his life. Worse than this even, which hardly seemed possible right now. 

“So, I guess lets just head back to the bus and wait it out with some tv and naps huh?” Phil said, starting to collect their stuff up. 

“Yeah,” Dan said, breathing through another cramp.

“Is there anything I can do?” Phil asked. 

When Dan opened his eyes again Phil was sitting on the table in front of him, just watching. His face was pinched with worry, he was always such an anxious person about stuff like this. 

“I’m okay Phil. Just help me out of here,” Dan sighed, smiling at his friend to reassure him that he was really okay. 

Phil nodded, picking up both of their bags on one arm, then holding his other hand out to Dan. He helped him stand up from the couch, slowly and carefully, then wrapped an arm around his waist, leading him out of the venue to their tour bus. 

“I’ve got you,” Phil said quietly when Dan stopped, leaning over and panting as another cramp seized him. “I’ll take care of you.”

[1heartfanfics]

I saw on your fandom list that you write Dan and Phil. I was thinking you could write one where they doing the radio show (maybe 2013) and Dan is sick and tries to hide it from Phil. Their relationship can be up to you.

Okay so first of all, another disclaimer: this is an rpf, I’ve stated my position on this before but please no hate, just don’t read it if it bothers you. 

Second, I decided to write them as just friends and I’m not doing any emeto since you didn’t specify and I wanted to mix it up a little bit. 

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“Okay, okay wait, so you’re telling me that you’ve never rewatched your old videos?” Phil asked.

“No, they’re terrible!” Dan replied. 

“So? My old ones are terrible too but I like to watch them every once in a while,” Phil explained.

“Well yeah, but-” Dan trailed off, his eyes going unfocused for a second. Phil frowned, giving him a look. “It’s too much cringe,” Dan finished quickly, shrugging at Phil. He was grateful that they were on radio and not on tv so no one could see him.  

“How about we watch them right here and do a reaction. We can even do mine first as a warm up,” Phil said, sounding excited. 

Phil waited for a response, looking at Dan, who seemed lost in his own thought again. Something was seriously going on with him. “Dan,” he said. 

“What? Oh, I mean yeah sure,” Dan said, feeling the sweat beading on his forehead. He felt flushed. Dan wondered if he looked flushed.

“Alright, that’s what you’ve got to look forward to after this next song. Here’s a throwback for you, some beatles!” Phil introduced the song before turning the microphone off. 

“Okay, Dan what’s going on?” Phil asked. 

“What?”

“Are you okay?” Phil asked again.

“I’m fine,” Dan said, “Just tired,” he added, knowing he must look like hell. He sure felt it.

“Shut up, you’re not fine. Talk to me mate,” Phil said sternly, scooting his chair closer to press the back of his hand to Dan’s forehead. 

“Feel like poop,” Dan mumbled, leaning into Phil’s hand. 

“Well obviously you idiot you’re running a fever,” Phil said, rolling his eyes. “Let’s go home, I’ll get someone to cover for us.”

“But we just promised them cringey reactions,” Dan protested, although he felt like he was about ready to collapse.

“We’ll do it tomorrow, or whenever you’re better,” Phil said, standing up and holding a hand out. Dan grabbed it and let himself be led out of the studio. 

“You feel up to taking the subway or do I need to call a taxi?” Phil asked once he’d wrapped Dan up in his coat and ushered them to the door. 

“Taxi,” Dan mumbled. Public transit is stressful under normal circumstances, let alone while he felt like crawling out of his skin. Phil nodded in understanding, and went outside to call a taxi. 

The drive home went quick. It’s possible that Dan fell asleep on Phil’s shoulder for most of it, but he’d never admit to that if asked. He wouldn’t admit to holding Phil’s arm all the way up the stairs to their apartment either, but he really felt like he was 2 seconds away from falling over. 

When he was finally laying down in his bed, he felt so relieved, although still pretty much like poop. He looked around for Phil, but realized he was no longer in the room. After a couple of minutes though, Phil came back in.

“Alright, open up Danny,” Phil said, holding out a glass of water and 2 fever reducers. Dan took them obediently before flopping back down on the bed. He felt absolutely miserable. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt this sick.

“Thanks,” he mumbled. “Can I sleep now?”

“Yeah, for a while. I’ll wake you up in a few hours to take some more medicine,” Phil said.

“I hate you,” Dan groaned, pressing his face into the coolness of his pillow.

“No you don’t,” Phil chuckled, patting him on the shoulder. “Now get some rest. Holler if you need anything,”