I felt like writing some more, so here's another oneshot! I'm not trying to write it like a story… it just bothers me when oneshots have 4 year-old Percy, then 10-year-old Percy, and then 4-year old Percy again… never mind. Review and Enjoy!
Sick
I was woken up by a soft tap on her arm that slowly became more urgent. "Mommy!" A voice whispered. "What's wrong Percy." "I don't feel well." I looked over at Percy, who was standing there shivering, his black hair stuck to his face with sweat. Slowly, I reached out and lightly felt his forehead. He was burning up. "Yeah, you have a fever. Come on, let's get some medicine." I lead him into the kitchen and grabbed some fever-reducing medicine. "Drink up!" I told him, trying to sound cheerful. He looked at it cautiously, his green eyes dulled over.
"What flavor is it?" He asked slowly. "Cherry." I told him, biting my lip. Percy HATES cherry-flavored medicine. "No! I don't want it!" He complains, shoving the medicine cup back towards me. "You have to drink it or you won't get better." I give it back to him. He quickly drinks. A couple seconds later his face goes green and he whispers "Mommy-" I rush him to the bathroom where he throws up in the toilet. I rub his back gently. Then, I pick him up and carry him back to bed. "Go to sleep Percy." He falls asleep, and I get an ice pack and place it on his head to cool him off. I spend the rest of the night refilling the ice pack and trying other ways to cool Percy off.
Percy woke up at 7 A.M. to puke, and he didn't go back to sleep after that. I lead him out to the living room and set him up on the couch. I turn on Finding Nemo in hopes it will make him happier. He loves Finding Nemo, which is obviously a Poseidon thing. I walk into the kitchen and get some Sprite to help calm his stomach. If he keeps it down I'll make him some chicken noodle soup. Unfortunately, he throws up the second he drinks the Sprite.
His fever hasn't gotten any better, so I thought "Maybe I should try a cool, wet washcloth." I go and get a washcloth and place it on his head. A couple stray drops of water run down his face. His cheeks suddenly don't look as flushed. Water! Of course, Sally sometimes you need to think. I give him a glass of water. Immediately his eyes light up some, his cheeks return to almost normal, and he doesn't feel as warm to the touch. "Can I have another glass of water mommy!" he begs. I give him another glass before giving him a bowl of soup. He keeps it down.
His fever goes down the rest of the day and by the time the sun has gone down his temperature is back to normal, and he starts to laugh and play around like he normally does. Thank goodness for water!
Ta-da! Another oneshot finished!
