"Mom, are you okay?" Cheyenne asks as she walks through the doorway and sees her mother lying on the couch.
"I'm fine; I just have a stomach ache."
"Can I get you anything?" She asks in a worried tone.
"Maybe some water?"
Cheyenne quickly walks into the kitchen to retrieve some water. "Here you go mom."
"Thanks darling." Reba proceeds to sit up and slowly sips on her water.
"Mom, you look really pale. Maybe you should go see the…"
"I'm fine." Reba interrupts. "I've just got a little bug, that's all, no need to get all panicked about it."
"Have you checked your temperature?"
"No, but I feel like 120 degrees."
Cheyenne quickly gets a thermometer and checks her mother's temperature. "It's 101.5; you need to see the doctor!"
Reba shakes her head, "No."
"And why not?"
"I don't want to take any unnecessary medicine."
"What if you have the flu? Then you'll be wishing later that you did go see the doctor."
Reba thinks about it for a second, and then eventually agrees. The next day she goes to see the doctor, feeling worse than she did earlier.
"Hello Ms. Hart, good to see you again," he shakes Reba's hand, "I hear that you've been sick, what seems to be the problem?"
"I've been feeling nauseous with vomiting, diarrhea; the works."
"That sounds like the stomach flu."
"Really…"
"Yes. It's been going around lately, so anyone you've seen lately could have been infected."
"How long will it take for the virus to go away?"
"Probably about a week. Make sure to drink plenty of fluids, eat foods that are high in fiber, and get plenty of rest."
"Thank you doctor." Reba walks back out into the waiting room, and notices a certain person sitting in one of the chairs. "You're sick too?"
"Yeah, it's the stomach flu." Brian responds.
"When were you diagnosed?"
"I was diagnosed right after our date. I thought maybe it was something I ate, but I guess not."
"I must have caught it from you then."
"I'm sorry…"
"It's fine, forget it. I'll probably have to send the kids over to Brock and Barbara Jean's so they don't catch it."
"Brian?" The nurse called.
"I better get going," Brian started to walk off, but turned back around. "Could I spend a few days at your place? You said you're going to send your kids to Brock and Barbara Jean's place, and I don't feel like being alone when I'm sick."
"I don't know Brian."
"I swear I won't start any funny business."
"Well…"
"I promise to keep my word."
Reba gives him a soft smile, "Alright, I guess it'll be okay."
"Great! Well, I better get going. See you later,"
"See you," Reba softly replies, with a sudden rush of adrenaline and a hint of nausea.
After Reba pulls into the driveway, she runs straight through the door and runs upstairs to the bathroom, ignoring Cheyenne along the way.
Cheyenne knocks on the bathroom door, "Mom, are you all right?"
Reba walks out of the bathroom after she gets done vomiting. "I'm alright."
"What did the doctor say?"
"It's the stomach flu," Reba says hoarsely.
Cheyenne helps her to the couch, "Is there anything I can do for you?"
"Can you tell the kids that they'll be staying with Brock and Barbara Jean until I get better?"
"I'll be sure to tell them."
"Oh, and another thing, Brian will be staying here with me until we get better."
"Brian's sick too?"
Reba gently nods her head. "I ran into him at the doctor's office. We can take care of each other, that way you kids won't have to bother and you won't get sick."
"Are you sure you'll be okay alone here with Brian?"
"I'll be fine, don't worry."
"Well if you're sure."
"I'm positive."
