Isolated
A/N: this takes place after season 3...
Nicky, 4:15 AM
I wake up to the sound of coughing and sniffling. I look across the room to see Dicky sitting upright in his bed creating the awful sounds. I quietly walk across the room to Dicky, careful not to wake Ricky. When I get to Dicky, I sit on the edge of his bed.
"Hey, Dicky!" I whisper shout,
"Are you okay?"
He coughs and shakes his head.
"What's up?"
He pulls his covers off and replies with,
" I'm sick..."
I feel his forehead and sigh,
"Yeah, you weren't kidding."
Dicky starts into a coughing fit. Ricky starts to wake up from the noise.
"Hey Dicky, lets go downstairs!"
Dicky and I walk downstairs as quietly as possible and sit on the couch. I get a thermometer out of the bathroom and shove it into Dicky's mouth. After a minute it beeps and lights up. The screen reads, 104.7... that's really bad!
I try to lighten the mood,
"Well, you're definitely missing school today!"
He frowns and then whimpers.
"It's okay Dicky! You hate school anyways and you'll be better soon!"
He sighs,
"Ok Nicky, I guess your right..."
I pat him on the shoulder,
"Well you should get some rest now if you ever wanna fight off... whatever it is you have..."
I walk back upstairs and hop into my bed. I fall back to sleep almost instantly.
Dicky, 5:34 AM
It's been about an hour since Nicky left and I still haven't fallen asleep, I just keep coughing and keeping myself up. It's kinda weird for me to be sleeping in the living room without my brothers but I can't risk waking them up. I pull the blanket off of my body, which is now burning up, and head to the kitchen. I open the refrigerator and look for a snack. I dig through the magical frozen box for a minute and eventually, I find a leftover sandwich from yesterday. I scarf down the sandwich and return to my place on the couch. I sigh and look at the ceiling, imaging all the stuff I'm gonna miss at school today. No, not the academics! The important stuff, like food fights and other fun things... after a few minutes of getting lost in my own thoughts, I start feeling really sick. My stomach starts churning and hurting really bad...
Dawn 5:56 AM
Today is picture day so I woke up early to take a shower and blowout my hair. I left my blow dryer in the downstairs bathroom so I sneak past the boys room as quietly as I can and down to the living room. When I get to the bathroom I find the door closed. There's light coming out from under the door. I hear the sound of retching coming from inside the bathroom. I quietly knock on the door. I don't know who's in there but I speak anyway.
"Hey... you okay?"
Whoever's in there coughs and then replies,
"No, I'm...not..."
I recognize that voice...
"Dicky? Are you in there?"
"Yeah..."
A second after that, the lock on the door clicks open. I walk inside, preparing to see the worst, and I was right. Dicky's kneeling on the floor, puking his guts out.
"Dicky! Oh my god!"
I run over to my suffering quadruplet and completely forget about my blow dryer situation.
"Dicky what's going on!?!"
He releases another stream of puke into the toilet and then looks at me,
"I'm sick..."
I giggle slightly,
"I can see that."
Dicky goes back to puking for a couple more minutes until his stomach is completely empty. He rests his head on his arm and sighs. I put my hand on his burning forehead and frown.
"Come on Dicky, let's get you to the couch."
Dicky whimpers and then follows me to the couch. He collapses onto the tan cushions and lets out a long painful groan. I glance at the clock on the table, 6:15. I need to keep getting ready.
"Hey, Dicky... I actually need to get ready for school... are you okay with me leaving you here?"
He frowns but nods. After that, I decide to go upstairs to tell mom what's going on. When I get to her and Dad's room, I find her awake. She's sitting at her desk making an inventory list for Get Sporty. I walk up to her and whisper,
"Hey mom! I need to tell you something really important!"
She raises an eyebrow,
"Sure? What is it honey?"
"Dicky is really sick! He has a fever and he's been throwing up!"
"What?!? Where is he?"
"Downstairs on the couch..."
After I tell my mom where he is, she rushes downstairs to find him...
A/N: more soon, tell me what you thought... I love Nicky Ricky Dicky and Dawn SO MUCH!!! We need more NRDD fan-fictions!!!
