Hey Guys. I have started watching this show and I fell in love after twenty minutes. I decided to write this after watching the second episode. I hope you enjoy.
Callie and Jude had been in the Foster house for about a month. They were both settling in and getting used to their new school. They had been enjoying their home and been really happy, getting more and more comfortable every day.
However, one morning, Callie woke up and immediately wished she hadn't. Her stomach hurt, she was achy and feverish, and she just felt awful. She got up, determined not to give her new foster parents any reason to send her away. However, the minute she stood up, she was forced to sit back down as her head spun and her stomach clenched. Mariana woke up just as this happened.
"What's wrong?" she asked the older girl, rubbing her eyes as she started to get up.
"I'm fine," Callie said, getting up slower, "Just a little dizzy that's all."
Callie got up and dressed slowly, her stomach protesting her every move. Suddenly, her stomach clenched and she felt the bile rising in her throat. She knew she would never make it to the bathroom so she grabbed a trashcan just as she lost her stomach contents.
"Gross," Mariana murmured under her breath before calling, "Mom. Get in here quick."
Lena came running into the room as Callie continued being sick. She quickly grabbed the girl's hair out of her face, rubbing her back gently and sighing, knowing what was coming with a stomach bug in the house. Callie soon finished, and Lena handed her a Kleenex to wipe off her face before helping her sit down on her bed.
"Are you alright?" Lena asked the younger girl, stroking her hair gently.
"I'm fine," Callie said, trying to get up, "I need to get ready for school."
"No way," Lena said, grabbing her wrist and sitting her back on the bed, "You're staying home today. You're sick."
Callie nodded, not wanting to fight and knowing deep down Lena was right.
"Let's get you cleaned up," Lena said, helping Callie up from the bed, "Then we can get you settled."
Lena helped Callie into the bathroom. "Why don't you take a shower," Lena said, "It might help you feel better."
"Alright," Callie said quietly, "But don't let Jude leave without me saying goodbye."
Lena nodded, not wanting to expose the younger boy to this bug, but knowing Callie needed to make sure he was safe. Lena went to call the school to let them know she and Callie wouldn't be in to school as Callie started the shower.
She felt like utter crap, wanting to curl up in a ball and sleep. She had been sick like this before, but had always forced herself to go to school, knowing her foster parents wouldn't care about her. She would also tend to Jude while she was sick, trying her best to prevent him from getting sick. In this home, however, she felt safer. She knew Stef and Lena would keep Jude safe and so she allowed herself to admit sickness. Besides, she had never felt this bad before.
As she got into the shower, she felt her stomach curdle again and she took several deep breaths, calming it for the time being so she could shower. As soon as she was out and dressed, her stomach cramped and she had the sudden and necessary urge to use the bathroom. As she sat down, she also felt her previous meal making its way up her throat. Grabbing the trash can quickly, she sat on the toilet, feeling awful as her organs seemed to be making desperate attempts to escape from both ends.
Lena knocked on the door just as her stomach settled a bit. "Are you alright in there?" she called through the door.
"One second," Callie said, flushing the toilet after dumping the trashcan contents into it and rinsing it. She washed her hands quickly before opening the door.
"Oh, sweetheart," Lena said, seeing the paleness in her foster daughter's face, "Let's get you into bed." Lena helped Callie into bed, stroking her hair gently for a minute.
"Where's Jude?" Callie asked tiredly through her fevered mind.
"He will be up soon," Lena said, "I'm gonna go call the doctor and see if there's anything to help you, alright."
Callie nodded as Lena kissed her forehead before leaving the room. Callie felt tears form in her eyes as she remembered how her mom used to do the same thing. She dried her tears as she heard footsteps approaching the bedroom.
"Callie?" she heard Jude call from the hall, "Are you alright?"
"Hey buddy," Callie said, pushing herself up into a seated position, "Don't some too close alright? I'm not feeling great."
"What's wrong?" Jude asked, sitting down at the foot of her bed.
"My stomach is a little upset," she said, smiling at his concern.
"Feel better," he said, getting up.
"Thanks buddy," she said as he went to leave, "Have fun at school."
He nodded, blowing her a kiss. She was just about to close her eyes when Lena walked back in.
"Hey Callie," she said, holding the mouthpiece of the phone, "I have some questions for you. Hang on one second."
Lena listened to the person on the other end for a second before asking, "When did you first start feeling sick?"
"When I woke up this morning," Callie said, snuggling\ into her blankets, suddenly feeling cold.
Lena relayed the information before asking, "Have you had any vomiting or diarrhea?"
"Yes, both," Callie said, feeling her cheeks burning as Lena listened again.
"Are you achy or cold?" She then asked.
"Both," Callie answered again, hoping the questions were almost over. Her stomach was starting to feel crampy again and she felt awful.
"Do you have a fever?" Lena asked, putting a hand on Callie's burning forehead, answering this question for her. "Alright," she said, kissing Callie's forehead again, "get some rest sweetheart."
Callie nodded, curling into a ball in her bed as Lena left. She was in a state between sleep and awake when Mariana came in.
"Hey," Mariana said, grabbing her backpack, "Don't get sick on my stuff alright."
Callie just nodded, fighting tears she felt welling in her eyes. She and Mariana had never gotten along and this only made it worse. Mariana left the room quickly and Callie allowed herself a few tears before scolding herself for feeling bad.
She tried to sleep, but her stomach hurt too much. She decided maybe using the bathroom would help so she got up and dragged her tired body back to the bathroom. As soon as she was there, she knew it was good she had gotten up. As she sat on the toilet, her stomach twisted and gurgled. Suddenly, without warning, Callie let out a burp, followed by a stream of projectile vomit. Tears burned her eyes as she grabbed the trashcan and threw up again.
When she was done, she cleaned herself up as best as she could before going to find a mop or something to clean the bathroom with. She went slowly down the stairs, making her way to the laundry room where she knew there was a mop. As she got to the bottom of the stairs, Lena caught her.
"What are you doing up?" Lena asked, looking at Callie.
"I need the mop," Callie said, "I got sick all over the bathroom and I need to clean it up."
"No way," Lena said, turning Callie around and helping her back up the stairs, "I will clean the bathroom. You need sleep."
"But…" Callie started before Lena cut her off.
"But nothing," she said in a stern tone, "I guarantee you that whatever happened in the bathroom is better than the time everyone had food poisoning and Jesus and Mariana threw up all over the entire living room. After that, anything is easy to clean."
Callie nodded as Lena tucked her back into bed, brushing a stray piece of hair from her face.
"I want to take care of you," Lena said, looking into the teen's glossy, fevered eyes, "You are important to me and I want you to get better."
Callie nodded. "Thank you," she rasped out, tears threatening to overflow from her eyes.
Lena stayed with her for a few minutes, just rubbing her sweaty back and gently humming. As Callie drifted off to sleep, Lena went to clean the bathroom, knowing the teen needed a lot of love now more than ever.
I know I don't usually write for shows like this, but I love it so much. I hope you like this story. Let me know what should happen next.