Buckingham Nicks-Part II of Fritz Series

Tit for Tat

***A/N NSFW smut, and some violence***

The crowd leaving the arena clogs up traffic and I've never been more frustrated in my life. Sara is wailing her little face streaked with angry tears. Both of us try to comfort her in the back seat of the hired car, but nothing helps. My anger starts to get the best of me as we slowly crawl down the street "Can't you drive any faster?!" the chauffer looks at us apologetically "Sorry sir, we have to wait for the jam to clear" I slam my hand against the window "Fuck!". Stevie rubs my shoulder "Honey, calm down, you'll scare her" Stevie's right I need to be strong. But I'm honestly petrified, Sara never gets sick not even when every other baby in the doctor's office is hacking like they have the plague.

An agonizing thirty-five minutes later and we rush into the E.R. Stevie still in her flowing black costume. People look at us funny, a few do a double take. I hear one person whisper "Isn't that Stevie Nicks?" the triage nurse is taken aback by our haggard appearance but recovers handing us paperwork to fill out. Fucking paper work, my baby is screaming bloody murder and they want me to fill in a fucking questionnaire?

I scribble answers to the questions I know, while Stevie tries to console Sara she's apparently run out of tears because now she's just screaming "Addy!!!! Adddy!!! Mommma!!!" I don't know whether I wrote something signaling a need for immediate care, or the other patients just got sick of hearing Sara cry, either way we're shown to the exam room and a minute later the Doctor walks in. She tuts at Sara removing her stethoscope from around her neck "What seems to be the trouble, hon?" Stevie holds Sara as the doctor examines her heart rate "We had a performance and she started screaming when we left, and she hasn't stopped for hours. She has a fever. Is she okay?" the doctor places a hand on Sara's forehead nodding.

"Hmmm well I'll have to take her temperature to be sure, but yes she does have quite a fever going. Has she been ill recently, any ear aches or infections?" we both shake our head "How about the flu or a cough?" we shake our heads again "She's never sick, the last time was about six months ago" nodding the doctor continues to take vitals. She takes Sara's temperature and whistles "Wow one-hundred and three. That's not good" understatement of the fucking century.

"I'm going to give her some Tylenol and a little codeine it'll help with her fever. She's also go some inflammation in her throat which I would wager is causing her quite a bit of discomfort." Whatever, at this point I'm ready to climb Mount Everest for a snowball if that's what it takes to calm her down and stop her pain. The nurse walks in with a needless syringe and shoots the syrup into Sara's mouth. It must not taste very good because she starts crying louder, digging her little fist into her cheek.

"Hey, baby girl. Mommy and me are right here okay, you're going to be alright. I promise sweetheart" the syrup kicks in and finally she stops screaming, whimpering instead as she clings to Stevie's chest. We hold hands as the doctor takes cultures for the lab, after about forty-five minutes she returns "She's got a bad virus. I've seen a few cases like this in children her age. She needs rest and lots of fluids, I've prescribed an antiviral as well as more cough syrup for her throat. Don't worry this should all set her right soon enough. I don't imagine she'll be down for more than a week or so".

We have two shows in the next week and three coming up in the week after that. The car ride back to the hotel is spent analyzing every move Sara makes, every noise, every whimper. Neither of us sleeps that night, too busy watching her for any signs of distress. At eleven thirty I scrub my hand over my face realizing for the first time in hours that I'd made plans for Stevie's birthday. Well, this was certainly not how I wanted to end the evening. Looking over at her sadly I point to the clock "Happy birthday Steph" she smiles kissing me "Thanks honey, we'll just have to celebrate another time."