Protective Love

Ch. 39 -- Sick (Part 2)

        William had an emergency to deal with involving his company, I guess some idiot messed up a shipment meant to go to Australia but instead is heading to Japan, I mean what kind of idiot messes something up that big?! Anyways, William has to call a few people, including the captain of the ship and rewrite all the correct paperwork as well as find out if he has to recheck all the items being shipped out through the United States of America's emigration system. I don't even understand how to even start on that process, but I guess that is why he is the owner of the company and not me. Damon is back to teaching his classes at the University and Cody is going to be in football camp all day, that means I am stuck with Dean and Sam. The crappy part is that their boss, the head of the FBI, is currently giving them a 'over-the-phone' meeting about their next big case. I have just woken up not too long ago, sitting at the island in our kitchen trying to finish my eggs and cereal. Dean practically yelled at me to finish my breakfast before he comes back from his meeting, which will still take another hour and it has already been twenty minutes. I finish my last bite of egg and go to wash my plate when I start to feel light-headed, almost dropping my plate I grab a hold of the counter to steady myself and close my eyes. After a minute, I open my eyes and realize that I have gained back my eyesight, but I still feel queasy. I wash my plate and fork then head into the family room where I decide to lay down and watch some television. I lay down on the sofa with a blanket covering me since I feel colder then I did before eating breakfast, the television is on Expedition Unknown and Zeus is laying down on the floor right underneath me. An hour later, as I have suspected, Dean and Sam come out of the library where they have their office. Dean see's the tv on and walks into the family room, surprised to see me laying down almost falling asleep watching tv instead of doing my chores of the day as I am supposed to be doing.
"Wow, what a sight. What are you doing Viviana?" Dean says sarcastically with one eyebrow raised.
"I felt light-headed in the kitchen, so I decided to lay down for a little bit until the feeling went away."
"And do you feel better?" Dean questions, now worried about my condition.
"Not really." I reply, what the hell, why not tell them I feel like shit? Maybe I can get out of doing my chores today? 
        Dean comes closer to me and puts the palm of his hand against my forehead. When he seems satisfied, he takes it away and leaves the family room only to come back a few minutes later with a thermometer in his hand. He places it in my mouth and we wait for the longest time until we hear the beeping sound of the thermometer indicating it is ready to take out. Dean looks at it for a minute and says so softly I almost missed it,
"102, you have a fever. SAM!"
        I flinch, not expecting him to yell out Sammy's name. Sam comes running into the room, looks around to figure out why Dean yelled his name when he notices the thermometer. He then grabs the thermometer out of Deans hand as he tries to show him my high fever. Sam then shakes his head and goes out to make a call. We can hear Sammy on the phone,
"Sir, I'm glad you could pick up... yes, unfortunately we cannot leave the house today or for a few days... well, you see sir, our little sister has a high fever and with her condition..... I am so glad you understand... yes we can work from home.... thank you, sir. Goodbye."
        Sam then grabs his car keys, I know this since I hear him jingle something from behind me since the family room leads to the front door, and Sam leaves. Probably to grab some medicine for me and a few other necessities from the store. Dean turns back to me and pulls another blanket on me, telling me to go to sleep and not to worry about my chores until I get better. My coughing is getting worse and I feel like I cannot breath with all the damn buggers in my nose! Around noon time, Sammy comes home with bags full of things from the store and Dean has made chicken noodle soup out of the can. Sam walks over to me with a small plastic medicine cup filled with 20 oz of red medicine. When I am done drinking the medicine, Dean comes in and gives me a bowl of soup, which I finish within twenty minutes. All day I stay on the sofa, if not in the bathroom to blow my nose or use the loo and eat bowls of chicken noodle soup and tea. Every four hours I take that disgusting medicine with my steam inhaler to help me breath. With my disease it is hard to breath when I am under pressure or about to have an attack, so to have excess liquid gathering in my lungs while being sick is really affecting me badly. I am pale and sweating, shivering with cold yet I have on a sweater, two blankets and have drunken more then five cups of hot tea. Dean comes back into the family room, looking more worried then I have seen him before, on the phone with who I assume is my doctor who is specialized in my type of disease, P.O.T.S. 
"Yes doctor, she is pale and sweating yet she is shivering from cold.... already did plus the medicine that Sammy bought her every four hours.....Okay I will do that. See you at 6:30 pm." 
        With that, Dean hangs up his cell phone and picks me up, carrying me into my bedroom and to my bathroom. He starts to fill up the bathtub with hot water and bubbles, while I decide to try to take off my clothes, yet I feel so weak and exhausted that once I have my arms out of my shirt sleeve, I cannot conjure enough energy to completely take off my shirt. Instead, I slump down onto the floor and start to whine. Dean turns to me and sees my actions, laughing as he finishes the job I started. Once I am completely nude, he lifts me into the bathtub where I relax into the water, Dean watching me for a good fifteen minutes relaxing and falling asleep in the hot water and steam. Then he grabs my sponge and body wash and starts to wash my body, slowly lifting me as I am way to relaxed and weak to even move. My eyes are closed as I feel Dean lift me out of the bathtub, but the bathroom is filled with hot steam so its not cold enough for me to complain. Dean dries me off and puts me into my pajama's, then carries me back downstairs wrapped in a thick blanket he took off my bed. I am placed back on the sofa where I continue to watch Ghost Adventures until William comes home. He comes in through the garage, spotting me on the sofa and after inspecting my condition he whispers in my ear,
"You look relaxed baby. Sleep my princess." William kisses my head and walks over to Dean who is laying against the kitchen island watching me. "How is she?"
"She's not good. Her fever was 102 this morning and it looks as if it's getting worse. She is shivering more now then before and she just starting sweating too. I called Dr. Smith and he told me to give her a hot steamy bath before he gets here at 6:30. I'm glad you could make it home before he got here, how is it going with the shipment?"
"Yeah, well, me too. Hopefully Dr. Smith can help her. The shipment is a complete mess, dude. Good thing that the emigration isn't forcing me to recheck everything. All I had to do was the documents and the captain wasn't too upset, only a change of routes but he still has to stop off the edge of Asia to refuel, which will delay the travel a day or two. Stressful, but I got it done and just in time too." William comments the last part after we all hear the doorbell go off.
        Sam lets Dr. Smith into our home, he shows him where I am laying down so he could start on my damn check-up. Dr. Smith comes over to me, Sam, Dean, and William standing in front of the tv, in front of me and Dr. Smith yet on the opposite side of the coffee table to give Dr. Smith enough room to inspect me. Dr. Smith puts a thermometer in my mouth and looks in my ears, eyes, and down my throat after he takes out the thermometer. He takes out his gadgets and listens to my breathing on my back side, my heart thumping, and my lungs in my front side. He starts to put pressure on my tummy and my bladder, asking me if it hurts at all, I say no and he continues his inspection on my knees, to see if my balance is good by hitting my knee's with a tiny hammer-looking gadget. Dr. Smith then pulls out a small machine where he attaches some sort of bag that wraps around your arm and it starts to squeeze my arm to read my blood pressure level and then he takes it off. During his inspection, Dr. Smith is writing down all of the results in his binder he keeps of my records then turns to my three older brothers to tell them what he has found out.
"Viviana's temperature is 101.7, it has gone down a little bit but not enough. Her lungs are filled with fluid and if not treated, with her condition, it can eventually become fatal. Her blood pressure is normal and her balance and muscle reactions are normal as well, the only concern I have for her is the fluid gathering in her lungs and her breathing which is shallow and slow. Use the inhaler, do not take it off of her for the next twenty-four hours and give her these medications..."  Dr. Smith hands William a bottle of some sort of liquid, "....every four hours along side with day and night quill and her normal medications for P.O.T.S. every morning and night. I will come back tomorrow night at 6:30 pm and check if she has gotten any better, if I see that she is either not improving or getting worse, we will have to discuss about the next steps to take with her."
"Thank you Dr. Smith for coming out here and looking at Viviana, we will be giving her the medicine. See you tomorrow then." William says as he leads Dr. Smith out of the house.
        After the check-up, I passed out. Not even half way though Dr. Smith's review of my health and I was fast asleep. I woke up around eight o'clock, Damon and Cody already home eating dinner with William, Dean, and Sam and talking about what had happened today. I feel like throwing up, I try to get up, but the sensation of my body moving made me weak and my stomach to turn even harder. The feeling of throwing up even stronger then a second ago.
"DEAN!!!! Deaaann." I start to cry as my stomach ache is getting worse.
        Dean comes running into the family room, one look at me and he knew I needed to vomit. I am bent over the sofa, my head almost on the floor with my hands clutching my stomach, my face is a green-white color and I am sweating badly. Dean picks me up and carries me to the closest bathroom where he places me on the floor. I quickly throw up all the food I had eaten today into the toilet and after five minutes, I finally feel better. Dean picks me up once more and pats my head with a wet towel, carrying me back to my bedroom and laying me down in my bed. The wet towel is placed on my forehead, a trash can is placed on the floor next to my bed as well as a tissue box on my nightstand. Dean covers my body with my bed covers and tucks me in tight, my thick comforter giving me so much warmth that I close my eyes instantly. Dean lifts up my head and forces down medicine, the medicine that Dr. Smith prescribed me, night quill, and three pills for my disease.
"Yell if you need anything, sweetie." Dean whispers in my ear as he gives me a kiss on my head.
        After turning on the monitor which has a camera where my brothers can watch and hear me, he pats Zeus on the head as the dog lays by my side, and closes the door shut. I fall asleep, the night quill medicine quickly taking effect.