Adopted by . . . Jeffrey Dean Morgan?

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Shooting up in a sitting position, I quickly covered my mouth with my hand as I made my way out of my bed and into the bathroom, living the lid of the toilet and puking up nearly everything in my stomach. My hands grasped the seat tightly as I spit the smaller things out, letting out a small groan and a cough, hearing Nala let out a whine, knowing something wasn't right with her master.

"Whoever's closer" I said, looking at her "go get whoever's closer"

I watched as she booked it out of the bathroom, my head turning back to the toilet as more puke came up, even feeling some come out of my nose, my body beginning to shake. Fingers moved my hair out of the way, gathering it and putting in a loose braid, softly rubbing my back as I let out another hurl,

"Let it out" the voice of Nik said softly "let it all out, Kit"

This caused me to puke one more time, my breathing slightly heavy as my hand searched for the small handle to flush the toilet, finding it and letting the weight of my arm flush it. Another groan emitted from me, Nik grasping my biceps and gently pulling me to my feet, leading me over to the sink so I could rinse out my mouth, remembering to blow my nose.

"Remember when I told you that I only get sick once and a while?" I asked

"Yeah" he replied softly

"This is only the beginning" I said "you're gonna have to call Dr. White. He'll tell you what you need to know"

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Nik's POV

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"Let's get you back to bed" I said softly 

With my hands still on her biceps, I led her out of the bathroom, making sire to turn off the light and walked her across the room, over to the bed, another groan emitting from her as I laid her down. Her eyes were closed, though I knew she wasn't asleep, a small sigh emitting from me,

This is just what she needed. Get sick right after Thanksgiving. Please note my sarcasm

Shaking my head slightly, I walked out of my room and headed to mine, grabbing my phone and turning it on, luckily it wasn't too early in the morning to make the call, going to my contacts and seeing her doctors personal number, clicking on it, holding the phone to my ear. Ringing three times before it was picked up,

'This is Dr. White' he greeted

"Hi, Dr. White" I replied "this is Nikolai Massi. I'm calling on behalf of Kita Morgan"

'Is everything alright?' He asked, concern in his voice 'is it her knee?'

"No, actually" I answered "she seems to be sick and told me to give you a call" softly placing my hand on her forehead

'I'm heading out now, there's a few things I need to get at the hospital' he replied, hearing shuffling in the background 'what's happened so far?'

"To put it bluntly, she puked up whatever was left in her stomach from Thanksgiving" I said, moving my hand to her cheek "her temperature seems to be rising as well"

'I'll be there as soon as I can' he said 'for now, keep her covered with a light blanket, cool towel on her forehead'

With that, he hung up, which caused me to look at the screen on my phone before rolling my eyes slightly, looking back at Kita and letting out a small sigh, walking out of the room. Making my way to the kitchen, I grabbed a few small washcloths from one of the cabinets, I turned the tap on and ran them under until they were soaked, ringing them out and putting the other one in the freezer. I walked back upstairs to her room, folding the cloth and gently placing it over her forehead, making sure the thick comforter was nowhere near her before placing a light blanket over her legs and waist. Standing straight just as I heard her door creak slightly, seeing Jeffrey removing the sleep from his eyes