"Judge, did you give Addison a key to the gatehouse?" Mark asked.
"Yes. You're her dad. I'd rather not have her annoying me because she wants you, so I gave her a key," Hardcastle said.
"I didn't get much sleep last night because of that. She had a stomach ache all night."
"That's not my fault."
"It is too your fault. You didn't buy any ibuprofen."
"Oh, she can take aspirin."
"She's allergic."
"Fine, I'll buy ibuprofen. And get that girl out of bed. She doesn't need to be in bed all day just because it's Saturday."
"I know I'm the one who wanted her here, but you can't just hand her a key so that she can keep me awake all night. How would you like it if I did that to you?"
"Go wake her up."
Addison groaned. "I don't feel good," she said.
"I know, but the judge is insisting that you get up," Mark told her. "If it were up to me, you'd stay in bed."
After much complaining, Addison finally got up. She followed Mark out to the pool, where Hardcastle was sitting. Addison kicked the former judge slightly.
He looked at her, ready to yell at her, then changed his mind. "You look like you got hit by a semi. Go back to bed."
"Now, we'll find out if I can get back inside without passing out…" Addison murmured.
"Whoa! No passing out allowed, young lady! If you think you're going to pass out, sit down."
The girl didn't have time, as she passed out before Hardcastle had finished speaking.
"That girl is sick," the judge said.
Addison came around when Hardcastle nudged her foot. "Hey, you alive?"
Addison moaned. "Am I back in bed yet?" she murmured after her hand went to one side of her abdomen.
Hardcastle shot out of his chair. "I think she's having appendicitis!"
"At first I was afraid you were going to say you thought she was having a baby," Mark said as Addison passed out again.