Dan and Phil went back to the doctor's office where he gave Phil more pills to take with every meal, or just at meal times.

Phil hated it. He didn't want to have to take drugs to just be himself. He wanted to just be him. Not Phil who needed pills so he wasn't in pain.

He was going to get better. He needed to go back to the doctors again in a month so they could measure his iron levels, hopefully, they would be normal.

On the way home, Phil fell asleep in the car and Dan struggled to get him out. With great difficulty he managed to carry him into the house and up the stairs only to wake him up as he opened the bedroom door.

"Dan? Why did you carry me up here?" He asked sleepily.

"I didn't wanna wake you. You're sick,"

"Don't say that Dan, I'm not sick. Don't treat me differently because I need pills, they make no difference to my life," Phil asked.

"Alright." Dan nodded, "are you going to bed?"

Phil nodded before pulling off his shirt and getting into bed with his jeans still on.

"I love you,"

"I love you too,"

Dan planted a light kiss in Phil's forehead before leaving him to sleep.

[A/N this is just a shitty filler but idc. I don't even know how to finish this tbh, I have an idea though.]