𝐏𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒 | ✍︎︎

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟮𝟯

I'm extremely glad for it to be the weekend, my homework finished and in my pretty folder.

I lay in Usoks bed, having had a headache.

Usok has been shoving the thermometer down my ear every 5 seconds, waking me from my sleep every time.

I'm terrified, I don't want to go back to the hospital, so when Usok comes back with a cup of medicine I don't hesitate to swallow all of it in one gulp. The white medicine and actually tastes pretty good

Usoks fan is blasting, which makes me more cold but I don't care to complain, whatever helps my tiny fever.

I just want to sleep.

Usok crawls into the bed with me, running his fingers through my hair, like he's been doing to lull me to sleep. It's worked every time.

I hug Puddles and Socks closer to me, seeing as Usok refuses to. He says he doesn't to get my fever worse.

Which, I don't get because Im practically an icicle with this fan blasting.

I'm in and out of sleep, now cuddling Usok who tried to push me away from him, but ended up bringing me back just as quick.

I stay with Usok the rest of the day, but night is when it gets worse.

My stomach churns, and I immediately shoot up from the bed with my hand covering my mouth.

Usok, somehow sensing what's happening picks me up, now wide awake, and carries me to the bathroom.

Right when I'm placed on the floor I'm immediately puking into the toilet bowl.

My hair is tied in an instant, Usok having been wearing one around the house after I've asked for one countless times.

"Alright," Usok whispers, pulling me backwards and flushing the toilet.

"If you puke again we have to go to the hospital," My eyes widen, tears springing to them at the words Usok utters.

"I know you're scared, but you need to get better. You can't have another seizure." Usok says sternly and matter of factly, grabbing some of the toilet paper beside us and wiping my mouth.

Scared is an understatement, horrified, terrified, maybe even aghast would suffice.

But if it helps me to not have another seizure, I'll be brave.

I'll be brave for my Usok.

I need to be brave, for my Clailea.

I can't witness her having another seizure, the vision of her eyes rolling back into her head, her body shaking.

I can't shoulder the vision away, like I always do my unwanted thoughts.

This time, the image plagues my mind whenever I see her looking slightly pale.

So the fact she actually has a fever this time, I can't take this lightly, but I also can't be too overbearing as to not scare her.

Seeing as she threw up her medicine, I'll have to give her something small to eat to get more down, and hopefully that will keep the hospital away.

"I know you don't want to, but we need to get some crackers or something inside here," I lightly pat her stomach, which is much too flat for my liking. If Tia Catalina were here, she's practically be shoving food down her throat.

The thought of my Tia Catalina brings a smile to my face, I haven't seen her in a while. I'll invite her over once Puddles is better than she is now, both mentally and physically.

I'm eternally grateful that Monday is some sort of day for teachers and the student board, meaning Clailea doesn't have to go into school.

Using my hands already on her stomach, I push lightly for her to lean back on me, and once she does I turn her around gently and pull her up so she's resting on my hip.

I'm immediately brought back to when she was a toddler, crying anytime I tried putting her down, and...

Right on cue, my Puddles puts her head on my shoulder, wrapping her arms around my neck while sniffling into shirt.

"We'll brush your teeth in a second, sweetheart." I coo quietly, pressing a kiss to the back of her head.

I had her change into shorts and a tank top earlier, having been extremely hot without even realizing.

She shivers in my arms now, despite her skin burning, and I really hope she hasn't caught the flu again.

When I --we-- walk into the kitchen, I'm surprised to see Antonio chugging Pepto Bismol like his life depends on it.

Oh, shit.

The whole house will get sick.

Thankfully, I'm the one with the actual good immune system, Ezrah and Clailea were always sick when they were younger. Ezrah never grew out of it, and I'm not surprised to see Clailea hasn't either.

"If either of you throw up, we're all going to the hospital, understand?" I ask, more like demanding now that I listen to what I had said over in my head.

Ezrah nods, still drinking the Pepto Bismol.

"Okay, enough with that." I say, quickly walking over to Ezrah who looks about ready to overdose of Pepto Bismol.

Can that even happen?

I'll ask Rylie, who also shares my good immune system. He was very happy about the fact when entering medical school.

"Eat crackers, take medicine." I mutter to myself, repeating it while getting out the roll of crackers with one hand, this was much easier when I had a baby carrier.

Ding ding ding.

I smile at my thoughts, pouring the crackers on a plate before setting them on the island counter, not before handing Clailea one to munch on whilst I make my way to the living room.

I hoist her up when she begins slipping, causing her head to move from my shoulder. She quickly moves it back.

I grab a very very thin but large blanket, moving Clailea to my front and not very easily overing her with the blanket, only being able to use one hand.

When I finally get her in, the small sound of her munching on the cracker makes me smile.

I make sure the blanket will hold her, leading her arms to around my neck. She holds on, and I bring the corners of the blanket around my waist.

Thankfully, this blanket is ridiculously large, but not fluffy so it's easy to tie.

I tie the other corners around my neck, successfully forming a blanket cocoon, me serving as the branch she hangs on.

Taking the thermometer out of my pocket, I carefully place it in her ear, causing her to shiver.

"Shh," I gently shush her, pulling it away from her ear right as it starts beeping.

102. Shit.

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We've got some sickies!

Don't worry about the short chapter because I'm planning on making the next one longer.

I'm so tired guys LMFAO

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~N