So I decided no whumpage in this story, but I plan whumpage in the next story(: Hope that's okay. Anyways, onwards we go.

Neal woke up, sweat on his brow. He had a nightmare, he sat up slowly, getting dizzy, but then panted, sweat drowning his face still.

Neal looked around him. He was in the guest bedroom of the Burke's house, he wiped his forehead and necked and kicked the covers off of him so he could get cooled off. He looked next to him and seeing something to get sick in, he stumbled out of the bed, and threw up. Then he heard footsteps, and he wiped his mouth and sat on the edge of the bed. He looked at the door as it opened.

"Are you okay?" he asked, looking at the younger man with deep concern engraved on his face and he sighed, going next to the sick man. He looked at the sick in the bowl and took the wet rag that was once on Neal's face and got a new one.

"You don't have to do that…it's my sick, my responsibility." Said Neal, reaching for the rag and bowl, but Peter shook his head.

"You're sick; you stay in bed until you are well. I need to check your temperature after I'm done with this." He held the rag up and walked away when Elizabeth came in with a thermometer.

She smiled at Neal and then looked at Peter, the smile still on her beautiful face, but there was worry in the creases of her forehead. "I'm already on his fever." she noted and sat by Neal at the edge of the bed. "I do not know how to use these electronic thermometers." she complained and held it close to his face and then ran it across his forehead. She smiled at Neal as he chuckled at her lack of knowledge on thermometers.

"Your fever is high." She complained to Peter. She waved the thermometer in the air, waiting for Peter to come over.

Peter trotted over to her side, lying the bowl and rag down next to the sick young man. "Yup, 103.4 is not good. I'm taking you to a doctor." He looked at Neal. You could see fear build up in his eyes.

Elizabeth glanced over at Neal and brushed some of his hair back from his forehead, "What's wrong?" she asked.

Neal swallowed, "I don't want you to lose me again." He blinked and then his face went blank as it had in the car.

Peter and Elizabeth's heart broke, "What are you talking about?" asked Elizabeth, grabbing for one of Peter's hand and then took Neal's hand in the other. She felt her heart drop when she looked at him again, a shiny tear in his eye.

"You thought I was dead once, what if I die for real this time?" he asked, looking at there worried and hurt faces.

Peter looked at Neal, "Neal, what happened was an accident and you aren't going to die from a fever. I've had much higher and look where I am today. I'm still here and you'll be back to annoying me with that stupid hat trick in no time." He smiled the friendliest smile he could put on his face and then Elizabeth squeezed his hand.

Neal nodded, "Okay, I guess you're right. I guess my paranoia is just getting to me. I really need not to listen to what Mozzie says about diseases." He said and got up, weakly. He coughed a few times and stood straight. He grabbed the bowl and turned around heading for the door, Elizabeth and Peter right behind him, "Thanks." He whispered, not turning around.

In the car, Elizabeth was driving and Neal was in the backseat, outstretched. Peter was in the front passenger seat, keeping a close eye on Neal.

Peter turned on the radio and a song came on and Neal jumped in the backseat.

"Everything okay?" asked Elizabeth, almost ready to pull the car over. Peter turned around quickly, looking at Neal. "Neal?" he asked. Neal had an alarmed look on his face, but not a sick look, an excited look almost.

"Turn the radio up." He demanded, pointing at the volume button anxiously. Peter nodded and did as Neal said, not sure what was going on, and exchanged confused glanced with Elizabeth. Peter turned around again, "What is this about?" he asked, cautiously.

Neal sighed and lied back down, "Nothing really, it's just…Kate used to love this song." He shifted his weight, obviously uncomfortable with saying that, and closed his eyes, humming very quietly.

Elizabeth looked at Peter and then kept her eyes on the road once again, "Oh." She simply said and turned it up a little more.

Peter looked at Elizabeth and smiled and then mouthed, "I think that is sweet." He smiled and Elizabeth smiled back, nodding. She turned her focus to the road and occasionally looked back at Neal, who was humming again.

Peter escorted Neal and Elizabeth out of the car and then walked with Neal and Elizabeth at his

side. He was concerned for the younger man, but he was wondering if he had just had a round

of the flu. It was possible.

Neal walked with Peter, quietly. He sat down in the waiting room in the doctor's office, wondering what could be wrong with him. He watched Elizabeth and Peter check him in and he tapped his foot anxiously. He watched them come back.

"You're checked in. A doctor will be out any moment." said Elizabeth, smiling and patting his hand. Neal nodded silently.

They all waited for minutes for the doctor to come out and then he finally heard the peep of a voice say, "Caffrey." and it was the nurse instead. Neal got up slowly so he could avoid getting dizzy and walked over slowly. He was sure people were staring at him, but he didn't care. He looked around to see no one was. He sighed.

"Hello Mr. Caffrey." the nurse smiled. She had a friendly smile, dark hair, and she was short. She reminded him of Kate, but he shrugged it off and they got his basic information before a doctor would come in.

The doctor marched in maybe five minutes later, smiling. "Okay, what seems to be your problem today?" he asked, watching Neal.

Neal started off by saying all of the things that had caused him to be sick, the vomiting, fever, chills, etc. The doctor nodded, taking his temperature, and then clucked his tongue. "Yup, fever." he nodded and then looked at Peter, talking to him. "I think it's a regular flu, some of it's going around, he should be better if you keep him hydrated, in bed, and relaxed. He'll be off to work in no time." he smiled and shook there hands.

Neal was quiet, but he nodded at the doctor, mumbled "Thanks" and went off with the others. At least it's nothing to serious..he thought to himself. He got in the car, settled in the back, and slept peacefully.

One more chapter peoples. I plan on my next story having to deal with the death of Kate. I'm sorry, I couldn't resist.