Attack of the Flu chapter 7
As if things weren't bad enough; now Cera and both Grandma and Grandpa Longneck have the flu. Bron looked at his parents-in-law; they looked terrible; both of them have very high fevers and have been vomiting all night. He walked over to where Topsy is and noticed he's lost a lot of weight. The threehorn woke up in a daze. He looked up at the worried expression on Bron's face.
"Are you feeling better?" Bron asked.
"Sort of; Amy was by here earlier and checked my temperature; she told me it has gone down to 101," Topsy stated.
Bron sighed.
"That's good; at least you're on the mend; Kenneth and Miriam on the other hand; their fevers are over 104; Amy and Cream have done a marvelous job of looking after the sick and they have been lucky to not fall victim of this flu bug," Bron explained.
Topsy nodded. He noticed how worried Bron is and noticed that he tried to hide the fact that he is about to cry. Bron began to shed a few tears. Before Topsy knew it; he felt Bron's head leaning on his side. The threehorn wasn't expecting this; but, he didn't push him away. Moments later, Cream walked into the workshop and found Bron sobbing into Topsy's side.
"You poor thing; this flu bug is affecting all of our moods; I have some great news," Cream replied.
"What is the great news?" Topsy asked.
"Littlefoot and Amber just had a 24 hour flu bug; they're all better; in fact; I could get them if you want to see them," Cream explained.
"It would be nice to see them," Bron said through his tears.
Cream smiled; she went to get Littlefoot and Amber.
Bron finally stopped sobbing and looked at Topsy.
"Sorry about that," Bron admitted, drying the remaning tears from his eyes.
Topsy shrugged.
"It was only a matter of time; plus, I could tell you were holding it in," Topsy said.
Bron nodded.
"Do you want something to eat? I could get you some leaves," Bron replied.
"No thanks; I'm not hungry," Topsy claimed.
Bron nodded and knew that Topsy's appetite hasn't come back yet.
Moments later, Littlefoot and Amber came into the workshop.
"Dad! Grandpa!" Littlefoot and Amber exclaimed in unison.
Bron smiled down at his son and granddaughter. He was so happy to see that they are all better.
"Hi Mr. Threehorn; are you feeling better?" Amber wondered.
Topsy looked over at the child.
"I'm recovering slowly, Amber; I'm glad that you and Littlefoot are better; how are Cera and Tails doing?" Topsy asked.
"Not so good; well, Tails is fairing better than Cera; she had to have a couple of cold packs on her body; her temperature shot up to 104 this morning," Littlefoot explained.
The shock of Cera being so sick made Topsy very worried.
"Cera will be fine; Amy and Cream have been taking care of her; Sonic and Knuckles have been helpful by looking after those of us who haven't caught this flu bug," Littlefoot said.
Bron looked over at Littlefoot.
"There is one other thing I'm happy about," Bron claimed.
"What is it Grandpa?" Amber asked.
"Mr. Thicknose and I are still healthy," Bron said.
Amber smiled.
Meanwhile, Xavier seemed to be getting sick. He had come from the bathroom where he was vomiting. Sonic and Knuckles saw him and wondered if there is anything they could do for him.
"Is there anything we can do for you, buddy?" Sonic asked.
Xavier nodded.
"I want Uncle Littlefoot; could one of you go get him for me?" Xavier pleaded.
Sonic whispered to Knuckles.
"Go find Littlefoot and tell him that Xavier needs him," Sonic commanded.
Knuckles nodded. Moments later, Knuckles found Littlefoot in the workshop with Amber, Bron and Topsy. Littlefoot saw Knuckles at the entrance; he wondered what he wanted.
"What is it Knuckles?" Littlefoot asked.
"It's your nephew; he's asking for you," Knuckles stated.
Littlefoot nodded and went to tend to Xavier.
Meanwhile, Littlefoot saw that Xavier was in bed all covered up.
"Hey; Knuckles told me that you needed me; I'm here now," Littlefoot said.
Littlefoot climbed onto the bed and laid next to Xavier. The young child laid his head on Littlefoot's foreleg and sobbed quietly. Littlefoot wrapped a foreleg around Xavier's body and nuzzled him gently.
"Shhh-shhh-shhh; it's okay; you'll get better," Littlefoot said, trying to soothe the crying child.
"No I won't; I feel so awful," Xavier sobbed.
Littlefoot gave Xavier a gentle lick on the cheek. He hated seeing him in pain.
"I know you do; but, we'll get you better," Littlefoot claimed.
Xavier smiled through his tears and tried to sleep.
