Barry woke up shaking and slick with sweat. He sat up and immediately felt his stomach churn. He groaned loudly. "Barry what's wrong?" Iris asks from the chair next to him. "Stomach." He says hoarsely. She frowned. "One minute let me take your temperature." Iris says standing up. "Iris..." She looks at him. "I'm gonna be sick!" He says holding his stomach. Joe was in the kitchen so she yelled," Dad get the trash can Barry's gonna pu-" Barry felt so nauseous and felt the bile rising in his throat. He threw up all over. "-ke" Iris finished her sentence. Barry was about to throw up all over his lap and the floor but this time a bin was placed under his chin as he gagged before he started puking. He threw up one more time and then leaned back in the couch. Iris came over with a wash cloth and wiped his mouth. She handed him a fresh pair of clothes. "Here, let's get you to the bathroom so you can clean up and change."
Once Barry was all cleaned up he flopped back onto the couch looking very pale. "So much for feeling great eh?" Joe says referring to this morning. Barry just groans and snuggles further into his blankets. He was about to fall asleep when he feels something cold on his forehead. "No I'm freezing." He rasps which turns into a coughing fit. "Barry you have a fever and I need to cool you down." "No thas cold." He says. "Barry I'm sorry but your fever is high." "Nooo." He whined. "Bar please. Just go to sleep." He was hugging his blanket. "Can I have nother blanket." "Fine, but go to sleep." After a few minutes he out cold.
Barry sat up a little. He was looking pale. "Hey Bar how you feeling?" Iris asks sweetly. "Mmmm." He groan clutching his stomach. He was shaking. "Are you going to be sick?" He nods and Iris quickly stands up and quickly gets the bin beside him and hands it to him. He sits there for a minute struggling to keep the contents of his stomach down. He swallows hard and Iris is kneeling beside him. All the sudden his head jerks forward as he throws up in the bin. Iris rubs his back as he gets sick a few more times.
Joe comes down the stairs to see Barry dry heaving. "Barry I don't think there's anything left." Iris says to him rubbing his back. Barry stops and Joe can see that he was crying from the pain of dry heaves. He diggs his head into Iris's shoulder and sobbs. "Do you think you're done?" She asks. He nods but doesn't move. She glances up at Joe. "I got it." He takes the bin and washes it out. Barry is crying softly into her shoulder. "It's okay now, it's okay." She hated seeing him so sick. She pulls him into a warm hug. "I'm sorry." He says. "It's okay you can't help being sick." She says and let's go of their embrace. Joe walks over with a glass of water, soup, and a piece of toast. "Take slow sips of water, and eat the toast in small bites. Same goes for the soup. I want you to at least eat the toast and drink the water." He says. "Okay." Barry says back.
His stomach protested at the thought of eating. He just stared at the toast. "Barry you have to eat, you don't want to be dry heaving again do you?" Iris says sympathetically. "I don't want to puke again." He says stubbornly. "That's better then dry heaves." Iris says pointing at him. "I guess." He says and takes another sip of water. "Slower." She says. He takes a small bite of toast. He does this until it's gone. "Thank you. Are you still hungry?" He nods and she passes him the bowl of soup. He slowly eats it all. "Are you okay?" He nods. "Okay I'm going to let you get some sleep, I will be right here, with a bucket." He smiles at the last part. He then closes his eyes and drifts into a deep sleep.
Barry was figiting and mumbling something in his sleep. She recognized what he was saying. "No pleaseee. Don hurt me. M sorry." He mumbled his words slurred. He must be having a nightmare. "Barry, Barry wake up, you're safe it's okay." She assures him. "Mom?" Oh God. "No it's me Iris. I'm here." She says worried. "Iris." He whispers and smiles softly. Then he drifts back into a dreamless sleep.
A while later she was watching him, she noticed he was shifting his position and groaning. "Barry" she whispers. "Are you awake." No answer. His hands moved to his stomach and he groaned louder. She went over and tried to wake him, bringing the bucket with her. "Barry wake up, wake up." She says. He slowly opens his eyes. "Why did you wake me up?" He asks annoyed. "You were holding your stomach and groaning I didn't want you to throw up all over yourself in your sleep." He nodded and laid back. A few minutes later he said, "Iris..." And looked up at her, his face green. She shoved the bucket under his chin as he started gagging. He grabbed it from her as he got sick again. After ten minutes she said. "How about I help you to the bathroom." He nodded which set off more nausea and started puking again. After that Iris helped him up as he gripped the bucket tightly. They had to stop as he used it twice as she helped him to the bathroom. When they got there he sat in front of the toilet and leaned his head against the wall for about twenty seconds until a wave of nausea hit him again and threw up in the toilet. After he puked a few more times she felt his forehead, his fever seemed pretty high. "I will be right back, stay here." She said. "Wasn't planin on goin anywhere" he said and started retching into the toilet. She went to get Joe.
