A/N: Sorry fellow woodspersons for not updating in a timely manner. Apparently life seems to be getting the way of this. I shall try to be more diligent. Thanks for the reviews, alerts etc. Means LOTS. Seriously. It does. So anyway, I don't own the characters. Just the story. Enjoy!
Chapter Two- I feel awesome Or I think I've lost weight with all this vomit.
Owen stared up at the ceiling in their bedroom. He was currently trying to muster up enough energy to get up and open the window as it was too hot in the house. At least that's what he kept telling Cristina that morning before she had left for work. She reminded him the house was at 20C. He reminded her the house was actually at 35C. At least. He would then asked her why she turned the temperature down to 0C. Cristina would calmly tell him she hadn't changed the temperature and to shut up. Owen told her not to bully a sick person. Cristina had rolled her eyes at him and told him to get better and she had left.
Finally Owen got up and opened the window. The breeze hit Owen and he smiled. Sweet sweet bliss. He brushed back his sweat soaked hair with his clammy hand and continued to grin. Owen, being a doctor, knew he needed lots of fluids and medication but the bathroom was really far away as was the kitchen. He got tired just thinking of it and frowned.
He pushed himself off the window ledge and went into the kitchen. Owen filled up a glass with water and trudged into the bathroom to get some medication for his nausea. He leaned against the sink as a wave of nausea came over him. Owen leaned over and emptied his stomach into the toilet. He slowly sat next to the bowl and leaned against the wall.
Cristina came home several hours later to find Owen missing from their bed. She sighed loudly and walked into the bathroom.
"What is your fascination with the bathroom?" She asked him, not caring he had been sleeping.
"It's cold in here." Owen said looking at her. "And the toilet is two feet away."
"Come on. Get up and get to bed." She felt like she was caring for a child.
Owen shook his head.
Which wasn't a good idea.
He groaned and leaned on the toilet. Owen waited for the feeling to pass.
It didn't.
He promptly emptied his stomach again.
Cristina made a face.
"Hey. I bet I'm losing weight with all this."
"And your point is?"
"Just thinking."
Great. Just great. Cristina thought.
Owen got up and feebly leaned against the sink.
"Okay. Ii'mm mmuch beettter now."
"Have you had any fluids yet today?"
"Wwhat?"
"..-day?"
"hhhey...I'm nnot an 8 year ooold."
"Well have you?"
"noo..."
Cristina rolled her eyes and left. A moment later she returned with a glass of water.
"Drink it." She commanded.
Owen grumbled inaudibly, took it and drank some of it.
He eventually left the bathroom and went into the bedroom. Owen crawled under the covers until all Cristina could see was one of his feet.
She sighed heavily once again and left the room.
Owen slept for 2 hours.
Cristina realized he was awake when he heard him dry heaving in the bathroom.
"Cristina?" He croaked.
She walked into the bathroom. "What?"
"Kill me..."
"No honey. I love you."
"Dddaamn..." Owen rested his head on the side of the toilet and sighed.
"You know you've been naked for two days right?"
He grumbled.
Cristina needed to get out of the house. She called Meredith and the pair met up at Joes.
"Hey how's Owen?"
"Dying on our bathroom floor."
Meredith giggled.
"Oh shut up." Cristina replied, sipping her drink.
"He's never sick." Meredith commented.
"I know. I assumed we would never have to deal with this and then BAM! It's a nightmare. Can I stay with you and Derek?" Cristina pleaded.
"Don't you want to like take care of him?"
"Do I look like someone that brings people chicken soup?"
"No." Meredith replied.
"Damn it."
"What?"
"I feel bad. I never used to be like this. And then I met him and suddenly I'm all caring and considerate."
"I'm sure you'll get over it." Meredith reassured.
"This is why we are friends. Even if you said that a little condescendingly."
"Welcome. You realize as a whole we are emotionally stunted."
"Yes. Which is why we get along so well."
"Also I need to sterilize the bathroom."
Meredith nodded in agreement.
Owen laid in bed. As he had been doing for the past several days. Being a doctor, he made a mental note of every symptom he had and made a diagnosis.
Owen didn't like it.
He crawled out of bed and went over to the book shelf. He grabbed one of his diagnostic textbooks and looked it up.
God damn it.
He wasn't impressed.
