Phan oneshots

Curse you, Leon

Warnings: Mentions of vomiting, and it's platonic Phan
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Phil closes the door behind him, leaning against as if trying to block out all the memories of what just happened. They're still there though, circling around his head in confusion.

Tires, treadmills, Indian food, Leon, vomit, dizziness.

He looks down at himself, his gray Pokémon shirt wet with sweat in some areas. He felt disgusting, both mentally and physically. He was sweaty and stinky, and his stomach was still churning slightly, even after throwing up in the bathroom at the gym. Mentally, he was horrified at the fact that he had swallowed his own vomit.

He shakily takes off his shoes, weak and sick. He goes to the kitchen and gets a glass of water. His hands shake as it fills with water, making it difficult to not drop. He chugs the glass, and quickly fills it up again. He drinks a couple more glasses before setting it in the sink.

He must've drank the water too quickly, for his already unsettled stomach gurgled in protest. He groans and lays on the floor, scared to move to the coach in case he throws up again. The cold floor is a welcome to his burning, sweaty body, making the solid ground a lot more comfortable.

That's when he heard Dan calling him. "Phil?" He didn't answer, scared to open his mouth. "Phil? Did I hear you come in?"

No response.

"Phil you spork, I see your shoes at the door. You can't trick me." His voice is getting closer, and Phil sighs softly, not wanting to have to talk and explain what happened. Or why he was laying in the middle of the kitchen.

Dan walks into the kitchen, stopping short when he sees Phil on the ground. "Phil?" He asks, chuckling a bit. "What in the world are you doing?" He walks further into the kitchen and towers over Phil. His eyes suddenly furrow, and he leans down further.

"Phil, you look.. pale. Like, paler than usual. You're basically translucent. Are you okay?" He kneels down next to Phil, peering anxiously into his face.

Phil groans and puts a hand over his stomach. It was still sloshing around, making Phil feel uneasy. Dan's eyes flicker down to Phil's stomach. "Do you feel sick?" He asks, brushing some of Phil's fringe away from his face to look at him better.

Phil nods, slowly starting to sit up. He sits against the wall of the counter. Dan watching his every move. "Phil you aren't giving me much go go off here, what's wrong?"

"Going to the gym was a mistake," he says, forcing a small grin.

"Well I could've told you that," Dan says, slightly less worried by Phil's humorous tone. "Did you run too much and make yourself feel ill?"

"Uhh not quite.." Phil says, looking sheepish, but he was looking forward to seeing Dan's reaction to the story.

"What do you mean not quite? What happened then?" Dan asks, moving so he's sitting next to Phil, looking ready to hear a good story.

"Well you know how I called the gym ahead of time to get a trainer?"

"Yeah," Dan says, motioning him to continue.

"I got there, and the most muscly and handsome man you had ever seen glides over to me. Leon. He was like The Rock and Zach Efron mixed together." Dan snorts at that. "Anyways, we go into the gym equipment area, and I'm expecting him to just show me how to use the treadmills. Instead, he gets this huge tractor tire from off the wall, drops it in front of me, and tells me to flip it."

Dans mouth drops open. "What did you do then?" He asks, obviously thinking Phil wasn't equipped for that kind of weight lifting.

"I flipped it, and on about the 14th flip I was-"