Everyone on the team could hear the clearing of a throat, and a very nasally cough every couple minutes. The resident thief was sick. With what, they didn't know. Eliot was sitting beside her with a very cross look on her face, looking ready to kill something.
"OH FOR CHRISTS SAKE PARKER!" Eliot bellowed. He hopped up and went into the kitchen and returned with a bag filled with medicine.
"You're coming home with me; I'm tired of hearin' ya hack shit up. Come on," Eliot pointed at Parker who froze. She peered up at Eliot out of her little cocoon of blankets that she nestled herself inside of, with a guilty look on her face. The remaining three members of the team glanced at each other and left respectively.
"Whatever blows your horn Sparky," Parker mumbled dejectly. She snuggled into the blankets even more and listened to Eliot growl. He walked over to Parker, picked up the cocoon of blankets, with Parker still in them and left Nate's apartment. He walked down through the back door of McRory's and carried her out to his truck. He buckled her in and she began to doze off to sleep.
"Now she's quiet." Eliot mumbled as he walked to the driver's side.
"I heard that," Parker chirped, eyes still closed, in her little cocoon of blankets.
"Whatever Parker. I'm headin' to the supermarket to pick up some things. Stay in here when I get 'em a'right?" Eliot heard her mumbled her response and he took that as his go ahead. Eliot arrived at the supermarket by his house and he left the truck. He went and grabbed a cart, knowing that Parker would end up eating all of the sweets and other things that he kept in his kitchen. He grabbed a couple boxes of her favorite cereal, a bag of fortune cookies, a couple containers of mint chocolate chip ice cream, and most importantly ingredients to make soup and medicine. He walked to the register and watched as they ringed it up.
"Your total tonight will be $40.56 sir," Eliot nodded his head and handed the boy three twenties. Eliot grabbed the change and headed back to his truck, and glanced in the window to see if Parker listened to him. He put the groceries into the bed of the truck and slid into the front seat, trying not to disturb Parker. Eliot drove around the corner and arrived at his apartment building. He owned two of the floors of the building, so he grabbed all the groceries in one arm, and grabbed Parker in his other arm. He went to the door, and opened it, difficult, yes. Impossible, no, and set Parker onto the couch.
"Sparkyyyyyyyyy. I want some soup," Parker wheezed from the couch. Eliot rolled his eyes and began his task.
Well... I got bored... And this was inspired by myself because, ive been sick for two months now. Sucks ass. Going to the doctor again, hopin it's nothin bad, or gotten much worse then what i've had. Hope it's nothin serious. Onto another note, Read and review. Ill try to finish this up whenever i got time, I hope yall enjoyed this. :D