Disclaimer: I don not own Everwood or any of the characters except for Thachory, please don't sue. Even if you do all you will get is this computer and trust me you'll give it back. This story will get a little slashy in later chapters so if you don't like that stuff turn back now.
Ephram Brown woke up with a headache. It wasn't even a really bad headache, just enough to be bothersome in his day. He walked out of his room in his pajama pants and T-shirt and down the stairs. He immediately regretted this action because the smell from what was to be breakfast hit his nose and he became very nauseous. Thoughts of running back up the stairs before his dad knew he was awake appeared in his mind, maybe if his dad thought he was asleep long enough, Delia would convince him that food isn't supposed to smell like that and he could sneak out of the house without having to eat whatever it was. Ephram didn't feel vary much like eating anyway, he didn't feel vary well.
Just about the time his brain convinced him that hiding from his dad and the culinary disaster that was smoking on the stove was the best bet, his dad, Andy spotted him.
" Good morning, Ephram."
"hmmpf", was all Ephram managed in response.
" Well someone sounds chipper this morning."
Ephram was staring daggers into his father. He always found his dad annoying, but particularly so when he didn't feel well. His headache was beginning to get worse and so was the nausea. The last thing he wanted to see was his father's always-cheerful smile.
" I made pancakes." Andy Brown sat a vary large stack of pancakes on the table in front of his son. The site and the smell of the "food" were too much for Ephram and he immediately ran from the room.
"What's wrong?" , called Dr. Brown as Ephram ran past him. His answer came in the form, of the sound, of Ephram retching in the bathroom. Andy quickly turned to his Delia.
"Honey why don't you go outside and what for Irv to come for you. I highly doubt if your brother will be going to school today."
"Okay Daddy. I love you."
"I love you to baby and have a good day."
"I will."
Andy sighed deeply and went to check on his son who was still vomiting in the other room.
In the bathroom, Ephram was hunched over the toilet gripping the seat with both hands. He had long since threw up the contents of his stomach, but was still dry heaving. He was incredibly dizzy and his vision was somewhat blurry. Andy reached the bathroom and knelt down next to his son.
" Hey what's wrong Ephr… Oh my god, Ephram"
It was at that moment he took a really good look at his son and Andy didn't like what he saw, as a parent or as a doctor.
Ephram's face was slick with sweat and he was visibly shivering. His eyes were glossy and didn't appear to be focusing on anything. The thing that bothered Andy the most was that Ephram didn't seem to hear him when he tried to talk to him. In a sheer panic Andy ran for his medical bag and the cordless telephone.
Things were no less frightening on Ephram's end of things. The pain in his head was all he could concentrate on, it felt like it was going to explode. He could hear his dad talk to him but the words sounded all jumbled, and the world seemed to be spinning, making everything worse.