Dream on- Discontinued

9

*Time Skip*

Once we all were done, eating, Uncle Phil paid the bill. After of course my dad arguing that he should help pay for the bill. Which ended up with dad losing and Uncle Phil paying the bill with the help of Nick Fury. Of course, before the bill was paid, Luke of course begged and begged for a slice of applied pie. 

After a lot of no's and please's have been said, dad finally caved. Which means Luke got his slice of apple pie. Only, he ate half of it, making dad finish the rest of it so it wouldn't go to waste. 

Now, Luke and Grace are in their room. Getting ready for bed. I'm in my room, sitting in my bed. My legs crossed and a sketchbook in my lap. A pencil in my hand. The lead dancing on an open page. 

Like a ballerina gliding across a stage. Or a boat on a lake that doesn't have any waves or ripples. I was broken out of my artistic trance with a knock on the door. 

I looked up and it wasn't a knock on my door, it was a knock on my siblings door. I dhurgged it off as I started to draw again. My siblings have a habit of locking the door, they think that locking the door will make it so their bedtime is later than what our dad set it to be. 

I kept on drawing as my dad unlocked the door with a trick that he had to learn after a long time of them trying to do the same thing over and over again. I put the finishing touches on my drawing when I started to feel off. I started to feel sick. I put my steckbook on my bed and put the pencil down. I climbed off the bed and walked out of the room. 

When I got to the bathroom. I was about to closed the door when I felt even more sick. I raced over to the toilet before I was able to close the door. I threw up just as I got to the floor. 

With one hand, I plugged my nose. With the other, I held my hair back. I held my eyes closed tight. "Skylar." dad's voice said. I would've turned to face him, but I didn't since you know, I was still throwing up. Once I was done, puking my guts out, I sat up straight and unplugged my nose. 

"Are you okay?" Dad asked as I opened my eyes. Only to see that there was blood mixed in with all the food that was in my stomach. "Sky, sweetheart. Are you okay?" Dad asked. I started to feel dizzy.

 "I.....I don't think so." I said. My vision started to dot with black dots. My breathing started to fall uneven. I took one deep shallow breath before everything went black. The last thing that I heard was my dad yelling my name. 

*Henry's View*

"Grace, Luke. It's time to get ready for bed." I said as I heard Skylar walk past Grace and Luke's room to the bathroom. "You better be in bed by the time I get back." I said before I walked to the bathroom. I stopped as I heard Skylar throwing up. "Skylar." I said as I walked to the doorway. 

She didn't look at me or move. "Are you okay?" I asked once she sat up. She looked scared as she saw what was in the toilet. "I.....I don't think so." she said. I kept my eyes on her. That's when she fainted. "Skylar!" I yelled as I raced over to her. "Dad." Grace said. I picked up Skylar and looked at Grace. 

"Call 911." I said. She nodded and ran to the home phone. I picked Skylar up and held her close to me. That's when I saw what Skylar was scared about. She threw up blood. 

I closed the lid and flushed the toilet before I picked Skylar up. I got up from the floor with Skylar closed to my chest. I walked out of the bathroom and to the living room. "Dad, they want to know what is going on." Grace said. "Hand me the phone." I said. She nodded and handed me the phone. 

"Sir, can you tell me what happened?" The lady on the other side of the line asked. "I was trying to get my two youngest to bed when my oldest walked into the bathroom. I went to check on her to see her throwing up. Next thing I know she passing out and there was blood in the toilet." I said. 

"Okay, hole on sir. Help is on the way. Tell me, what does your oldest look like?" the lady asked. "What does that mean? Why do you want to know what she looks like?" I asked as I looked at Skylar. She looks normal. 

"Meaning, is anything happening that seems out of the orindarey? Is she shaking, sweating, running a fever?"the lady asked. I looked over at Skylar and put my hand on her forehead. "She has a fever and I think she's starting to sweat." I said as I pulled my hand away from her forehead. 

"Okay, sir. I need you to stay by your daughter's side. Do you have anyone that can stay with your little kids when you leave with your oldest?" the lady asked. That's when one name popped into my head. "I can try to call him." I said. "Okay, go do that, but don't hang up." the lady said. I nodded to myself and put the home phone on the coffee table. 

I raced into my room and grabbed my phone. I unplugged it before I walked back to Skylar. I took a breath before I called the person that I trust to care for Luke and Grace. 

"Agent Coulson." Phil said. "Phil, it's me. I need your help." I said. "Henry, what is it? Is everyone okay?" Phil questioned. "I need you to come to the apartment. Skylar passed out and an ambulance is on it's way. I need someone to stay and watch over Grace and Luke." I said. "Yeah, I'll be right over." Phil said before I hung up.