The rookie Groupchat

Ms And Mrs Babysitter Pt2

Angela Lopez:
How's it going?

Tim Bradford:
I'm losing my mind.

Wesley Evers:
What happened?

Tim Bradford:
Jack and Emmy won't stop throwing up. They're coughing non-stop, constantly crying, and their fever is creeping up. It's only a matter of time before it spikes.

Angela Lopez:
Oh no.

Tim Bradford:
Oh no is an understatement. Emmy won't let Lucy put her down. Not for a second. If Lucy even thinks about putting her down, Emmy starts screaming bloody murder.

Angela Lopez:
That's... rough.

Tim Bradford:
And Jack? He's no better. He's clingy as hell, won't drink anything unless Lucy hands him the cup, and if I try to help him with anything? He cries. Cries.

Wesley Evers:
Wow. This sounds like a nightmare.

Tim Bradford:
Nightmare? It's a full-on disaster. They've both thrown up... I can't even count how many times. Every time one of them throws up, it's on Lucy. I swear, I've seen her change her shirt three times in the last hour. She's running out of clean clothes to change into.

Angela Lopez:
Oh no...

Tim Bradford:
No kidding. It's like they're trying to break her. Every time she cleans them up, they puke again. It's on her, on the floor, on the bed, everywhere. And she keeps going. She doesn't even stop for a second. It's insane.

Wesley Evers:
She's a trooper.

Tim Bradford:
She's more than that. She hasn't eaten, hasn't had a break, hasn't even texted us back for a while. Just keeps handling them like some kind of superhero. She's juggling Emmy's screaming with Jack's whining while both of them are basically using her as a human towel for their vomit.

Angela Lopez:
Jesus.

Wesley Evers:
I'm honestly amazed she's still standing.

Tim Bradford:
You'd think I'm exaggerating, but I'm not. It's pure chaos. Emmy's got snot all over her face, Jack keeps throwing up, and Lucy is just wiping it all off like it's no big deal. She hasn't even complained once.

Angela Lopez:
I'm so sorry.

Tim Bradford:
You should be. I tried to help once—offered Jack a fresh blanket—and he just stared at me like I was his mortal enemy. But it's fine, because Emmy only wants Lucy.

Wesley Evers:
That's rough.

Tim Bradford:
Lucy did get Jack to drink some water. But guess what? He immediately threw up all over her. Not just a little bit—full-on projectile. She didn't even flinch. Just wiped it off, said "It's okay, Jack, we'll try again" like it was no big deal.

Angela Lopez:
She's a saint.

Tim Bradford:
I can't even keep up. I'm pacing around the hall, trying to be quiet so I don't mess up the delicate balance of peace, but it's like nothing I do is good enough. They just want her. Only her.

Wesley Evers:
God, I feel awful.

Tim Bradford:
Yeah, well, Lucy's the one getting vomited on repeatedly. I'm the one stuck in the hallway like a chump.

Angela Lopez:
We're on our way. Just a few more minutes.

Tim Bradford:
Not fast enough.

Angela Lopez:
We'll bring coffee.

Tim Bradford:
Coffee won't solve this.

Angela Lopez:
You'll feel better once we get there.

Tim Bradford:
I'm starting to feel like we need a whole new wardrobe of towels. Lucy's out of clean clothes, and I'm out of patience.

Wesley Evers:
I swear, when we get there, I'll take over and give you two a break.

Tim Bradford:
I'm going to need more than a break. I'm thinking a vacation.

Angela Lopez:
Hang in there, guys. We'll be there soon.

Tim Bradford:
The way these kids are puking everywhere, I might not make it that long.