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Dino Cavallone jerked awake when he heard a knock on his bedroom door. He sat up in bed and looked around tiredly. Dino rubbed his eyes when he heard a voice but couldn't understand it.
"Huh?" he called out, rubbing his temples afterwords, feeling a headache coming on.
"I said that breakfast is ready," one of Dino's subordinates called back.
Dino began to feel sick at the thought of food but he knew he couldn't tell his subordinates that he wasn't hungry. That would raise suspicion.
"I'll be out in a minute," he called.
Dino groaned quietly in pain before getting up and heading to his connected bathroom.
'What is wrong with me?' he thought. 'I hope I'm not getting sick.'
Once in the bathroom, Dino's stomach lurched. He raced over to the toilet and got there in the nick of time.
'Yep,' he thought. 'I'm sick.'
After Dino finished throwing up, he flushed the toilet and washed out his mouth. He sighed and sat down on the bathroom floor.
"I really don't want breakfast now," he told himself.
Then, Dino heard another knock at the door.
"Boss, are you alright?" Romario called.
'Great,' he thought. 'Just great.'
"Yes, I'm fine," Dino called back, his voice a little hoarse.
"You sure?" Romario asked, sounding concerned. "You sound like you're sick."
Dino cursed the fact that his voice was hoarse.
"I'm sure."
"Ok."
Dino sighed with relief. Then, he got himself dressed and headed down to the dining room. He nodded in greeting to his Family and then sat down. Dino didn't really want to eat but he didn't want everyone to worry so he picked up a piece of toast and nibbled on it. Unfortunately, his lack of appetite was noticed among the Family.
"You don't seem to have much of an appetite this morning Boss," one spoke up.
"Yeah, are you not well?" another asked.
"I can assure you all that I'm well," said Dino, his hoarse voice contradicting everything he said.
Romario got up, went over to Dino and gently placed the back of his hand to Dino's forehead. He frowned.
"You're running a fever," he stated. "You need to go back to bed and get some rest."
"I'm not sick," Dino protested. "I'm perfectly fine."
Then, he started to cough.
"That cough doesn't help your case, Boss," said Romario, rubbing Dino's back.
Once he finished coughing, Dino stood up.
"I feel fine," he said. "I don't need to rest."
Romario sighed, knowing that his boss is going to be stubborn, and went over to him and picked him up, bridal style.
"Hey!" Dino exclaimed angrily, trying to get out of Romario's grasp. "Put me down!"
Romario ignored him and turned to the others.
"Ivan, go and get a bowl of cold water and a cloth," said Romario before turning to someone else. "Jack, go get the thermometer, the bottle of medicine and a glass of water."
Then, he went upstairs to his boss' room and placed Dino on his bed.
"Change back into your pajamas," Romario ordered before turning around.
"No," said Dino. "I'm fine."
"Boss, you are unwell," said Romario. "You'll feel better if you change back into your pajamas."
Dino sighed, seeing no point in arguing, and changed back into his pajamas. He was buttoning up the pajama shirt when Jack and Ivan entered his room with the items that Romario had requested.
"Just place them on the bedside table," ordered Romario.
"Anything else?" Ivan asked after they did that.
"No, that'll be all."
After they left, Romario picked up the thermometer and turned it on.
"Open up," said Romario, turning to his boss.
Dino, who was sitting on his bed, shook his head.
"Boss, I need to see how high your fever is so I can give you the correct amount of medicine," said Romario.
Dino shook his head again and turned away from his right hand man. Romario sighed.
"Dino Armondo Enrico Cavallone," he warned.
Dino whipped his head around at the sound of his full name. He glared and huffed but turned back around and opened his mouth, letting Romario stick the thermometer under his tongue.
"Don't try to talk around the thermometer," he ordered, "or the reading won't be accurate."
Dino wanted to answer Romario just to annoy him but decided against it. Soon, however, Dino began to get impatient with the thermometer.
"When will it beep?" Dino asked around the thermometer.
Romario sighed and took the thermometer out of Dino's mouth.
"I told you not to talk around the thermometer," said Romario, turning the thermometer off and back on again.
He placed the thermometer under Dino's tongue again but this time, held it in place. They waited for 2 minutes before the thermometer finally started to beep.
"Finally," Dino said with relief once the thermometer was taken out of his mouth, "that thing was getting on my nerves."
"You're running a temperature of 38.61°C," said Romario, setting the thermometer back on the table and picking up the bottle of medicine.
He poured the correct dosage into the cup before handing it to Dino, who took it with grimace.
"That medicine is disgusting," said Dino, giving the empty medicine cup back to him.
"Drink some water," said Romario, handing the glass of water to him.
After he drank some water, Dino tried to go over to the desk in his room but Romario held him back.
"Why are you going to your desk?" Romario asked.
"Since I'm stuck in my room, I might as well get some work done," Dino answered, trying to get out of Romario's grasp.
"You need to rest Boss," said Romario. "If you don't, your fever might get worse."
Dino huffed again but went over to his bed and got under the covers.
"I hate being sick," Dino muttered as he laid down.
"Everyone gets sick," said Romario, placing a wrung out cold cloth on top of Dino's forehead.
"Gah!" Dino exclaimed, jumping up, making the cloth fall off. "It's freezing!"
"But it'll help bring your fever down," said Romario as he picked the cloth up.
Dino laid back down and let Romario put the cold cloth back on his forehead.
"Now, try to rest Boss," said Romario, pulling the covers up to Dino's chin.
"I'm not tired," said Dino before he let out a yawn.
"Yes, you are," said Romario, smiling a bit. "Now, rest."
Dino huffed once again but closed his eyes. Within in minutes, he was asleep. Romario smiled again and quietly made his way to the door.
"Sleep well Boss," he said turning off the lights and closing the door.