Izzy's Sick Week

High Fever

Izzy's POV
I woke up to Jake feeling my forehead, probably to check my temperature again.

"Hey Jake...what are you doing?" I asked him, weakly.

"Sorry Izz, I didn't mean to wake you up but I need to check your temperature." Jake exclaimed as he took his hand off my forehead.

"How am I Jake?" I asked him.

"You're still feeling really warm." Jake exclaimed as he put the thermometer into my mouth.

"Okay your temperature is 98.5. It's still high but not as high as earlier on. It must mean that you're getting better but you still got a high fever. Here's some medicine." Jake exclaimed as he put the mixture into my mouth.

"Oh Jake, it tastes disgusting!" I exclaimed as he gave me some water.

"I know it does Izz but it's the only way to help make you feel better." Jake exclaimed.

Jake's POV
The next morning, I woke up on the floor because Izzy's using my bed until all her sheets are cleaned.

"Jake, are you okay while sleeping on the floor?" Peter asked me as I got off the floor.

"Yes I'm fine, as long as Izzy's okay then I'm okay while sleeping on the floor." I exclaimed.

"Let me take her temperature." Peter exclaimed as he got out the thermometer and he put it in her mouth.

"What is it Peter?" I asked him.

"It's 97.6. At least, her temperature is going down." Peter exclaimed while I smiled.

"Hopefully, she'll be better in two days." I exclaimed as Izzy cuddled up to her teddy bear.

"Hey is she getting any better?" Cubby asked us.

"Her temperature is coming down." Peter exclaimed.

"That's a relief." Cubby exclaimed while he sighed in relief.

"But don't worry, she's going to be okay." I exclaimed as we heard a groan then we heard Izzy throwing up.

"Izz! Are you okay?" I asked her as I held her hair back.

"Guessing by her throwing up, nope she is not okay." Cubby exclaimed as Izzy kept throwing up. She stopped throwing up after ten minutes. Peter took the bucket off her, so he can clean it.

"I really don't feel well, I feel like I can't move. I'm too weak." Izzy exclaimed as she just layed in my bed.

"How weak are you feeling?" Cubby asked her.

"Like my body is really aching and I can't move at all." Izzy exclaimed as she coughed.

"Do you want me to make you chicken noodle soup?" Cubby asked her.

"No thanks. I've lost my appetite." Izzy exclaimed as she kept coughing.

"Izz, I think eating will help you feel better faster." I exclaimed.

"Okay." Izzy said.

"I'll go and make it now." Cubby exclaimed as he and Skully went downstairs while I stayed with Izzy.

"I still feel weak." Izzy said as she fell asleep.

Cubby's POV
I was in the kitchen, with Skully, making soup for Izzy since she's still got the flu.

"I hope Izzy likes this soup I made for her." I exclaimed.

"She will love it." Skully exclaimed.

"Hey guys, are you almost done with the soup?" Jake asked us as he came into the kitchen.

"Almost done Jake. Why?" I asked him.