It's never a pleasant feeling to be under the weather.
Having to do nothing but stay in bed and rest.
Not being able to go to school or work.
And that was the case for Dr. Raymond 'Ray' Stantz of the ghostbusters.
About a day or two go, he had came down with what he though was just a simple cold.
Unfortuntly, it turned out to be a terrible case of the flu.
Ray was feeling very weak from his illness, unable to move his head from the pillow,(with the exception of a run or two, possible more to the bathroom to vomit.)
Not to mention he wouldn't accept any type of food or beverages.
In fact, Ray's fellow ghostbuster Winston Zeddmore was trying to coax him into having some soup.
"Come on Ray, just take a few sips.
You need to eat to get your strength back," Winston told his co-worker and friend.
"I don't think I can," Ray groaned.
"Just take one small sip at a time."
"OK, I'll try."
Ray carefully lifted his head off the pillow and was able to have to spoonfuls of soup, that Winston gave him.
"That's all I can have," said Ray, before Winston gave him a third spoonful.
Winston placed the spoon back in the bowl and said,"Alright then Ray.
Let me know if you want anymore or need anything else."
"Thanks Winston, but all I want to do is sleep."
"Get your rest then."
Winston then walked quietly out of the bedroom, carrying the bowl of soup in his hands.
Shortly after putting the leftover soup in the fridge and washing his hands, Winston headed down to the main level of the firehouse, where he found his other two ghostbuster team members.
Dr. Peter Venkman was just hanging up the phone, after talking to his girlfriend Dana Barrett, who was the group's first client, and Dr. Egon Spengler, who was tuning a PKE meter.
"How's Ray?" Peter asked.
"He was able to have two spoonfuls of soup," Winston answered.
"That's two more than he had yesterday and the day before that."
Egon placed the meter down on his desk and said,"I'd like to check Ray's vital signs to see if he's improving."
Just then, the front door opened and Jeanie Melmitz the receptionist to the ghostbusters entered carrying a few bags.
"I'm back from the store, she said, Any change in Ray's condition?"
"He was able to have some soup," said Winston.
"I was actually I'm my way up to check on him," Egon added.
"I got Ray a few more boxes of tissues along with more gloves, asprin, hot water bottles," said Jeanie.
"I'll take then, since I'm going up anyway."
Egon took the items from Jeanie and made his way up to the bedroom.
Once he got upstairs, Egon went into his lab, placed on a surgical mask,covering his mouth and nose, along with putting gloves on his hands, to avoid getting Ray's sickness, grabbed a syringe, and flashlight, and made his way to the bedroom, but not before making a quick stop to the bathroom to get the themomator, cotton balls, a bottle of alcahol, and a band-aid.
Egon entered the bedroom, and made his way to Ray's bed.
Despite feeling quite ill, Ray was startled a bit.
"It's only me Raymond, said Egon, trying to keep Ray at least, which worked,I'm just going to run a few small test on you if you don't mind."
Ray didn't answer, but slightly shook his head.
Egon tilted Ray's chin up a bit, a placed the themomator in his mouth, before removing it a minute or two later.
"101 degrees, a slight improvement from earlier this morning,"said Egon reading the themomator.
He then knelt beside Ray, carefully opened one eyelid at a time and check his eyes.
"Pupils still look glassy," said Egon.
He got himself up, removed the blanket from Ray's upper body, causing him to start shivering.
"I'll put the blanket back on you in a few moments," said Egon, as he gingerly took hold of Ray's arm.
He then opened the alcahol, doused a cotton ball with it, rubbed the now wet cotton ball onto Ray's forearm, removed the covering from the syringe, wiped the needle down with another alcahol soaked cotton ball, and warned Ray,"This may sting for a bit."
Egon lightly jabbed the needle into Ray's arm, squeezed the syringe a bit, took a sample of blood, placed the syringe down on the nightstand, pressed a few cotton balls on the arm to stop the bleeding, which worked, and covered up the area with a band-aid.
Egon covered Ray back up with the blanket and said,"Thank you Raymond.
I'll let you go back to your resting.
If you need anything let us.
I'm only a few doors down from you."
"Thanks Egon," Ray muddered.
Egon left the bedroom and headed to his lab to study the blood work, but not before removing the mask, washing his hands and placing a fresh change of gloves was in the middle of looking at Ray's blood work on a test slider, through a microscope when Peter, Winston and Jeanie entered.
"How's Ray?" Jeanie asked.
"His temperature went down a bit from earlier, but still has a fever.
I'm checking his blood work now," said Egon, increasing the magnifications on the microscope.
"You know, I think this is the sickest I've ever seen Ray," said Winston.
"Maybe in the longest time.
But I'm sure he's had worst," said Peter.
"What do you mean?" asked Jeanie.
"Ray has told us that he was quite ill as a child due to a bout of broncial asthma at a young age," Egon answered.
"When he was a kid, he would get sick in an instant,Peter added. Since Ray's folks were always taking care of him, his older brothers resented that.
Hence why they want nothing to do with him, along with calling him the family werido for believing in ghosts."
"I just hope whatever it is that Ray has, he's able to shake it off so," said Winston.
"Me to," Jeanie added.
Meanwhile in the bedroom, though sound asleep, Ray began to talk in his slumber.
"Kimmie, Kimmie," he said.