C.L.P Sweetest: Yes. It's in a different POV.

The house was quiet, the four Clark kids asleep in bed. Their mother and Father, Karen and Cal, walked quietly across the hallway floor. They were on the way to check on the children. Cal was too sleepy to care and went off to bed. On the other hand Karen was always concerned about her children, opened the door to 13-year-old Lee's bedroom. The room was painted red and was messed up quite like a 13-year-old boy's room should be. Lee was sleeping deeply, one of his arms dangling off the edge of his bed. Karen took his arm and tucked it back into his bed and walked out of the room.

Creeping a few steps forward, Karen opened Megan's door. The room was purple, purple walls, purple bed sheets, purple everything. Megan was sleeping soundly mumbling something about "Woohp". None the less, she was fine.

Now feeling very sleepy Karen made her way to Tony and Marc's room. "Please be okay…" She mumbled "I want to sleep." The room was quiet, half the room was messy, multiple items scattered on the floor. The other half of the room was robotically clean, if there was dust even it would be in place. Karen walked slowly to Tony's side of the room; he was sleeping with his mouth half open. He was snoring softly, perfectly normal.

As he slept he said "Marc…. I was supposed to have the last cookie….." Rolling her eyes Karen walked to Marc's bed. He looked fine, sleeping in a careful position with his right hand beside his head. As Karen turned toward the door, Marc coughed. A dry cough, like rubbing sand paper together. Spinning on her heels she went to re-examine Marc. She now noticed he was red in the face, his breathing was short and his hand was squeezed into a fist. She placed a hand on his forehead, and, it was warm. Very much too warm. Suddenly Marc's eyes slid open.

"Mom?" The 12-year-0ld said, "What's going on?" He hacked another sickly cough.

"Marc, I think you're sick." Karen said to her son, grabbing Vicks Vapor Rub from a shelf. Marc coughed once again, pain showing in his eyes. Quietly Karen started rubbing the Vicks on his chest. Marc breathed deliciously and closed his eyes. His chest rose and fell and soon Marc Clark was asleep once again. He was still a bit red and was breathing slightly uneven. Karen got up from Marc's bed when she heard another voice from across the room.

"Mom?" It was Tony, "why are you here?" Karen looked at Tony and put her finger to her lips as Marc stirred in his bed.

"Shhh. Marc just fell asleep."

"He was asleep a while ago."

"He woke up again, Marc's feeling unwell. I don't want you to catch it, go sleep in Lee's room." Tony got out of bed slowly. He shuffled down the hallway into Lee's room. Lee woke to gentle shaking. Opening his eyes he saw Tony.

"Tony? What is it; did you have a bad dream?" Before he could reply Lee rolled onto his side, "If you did, go bother Marc about it."

"Mom told me to come here."

"Why?"

"Marc isn't feeling too well." Lee's eyes went alert.

"Is he okay?"

"Yeah, mom's with him. I think he's asleep." Just then they heard a raspy cough from the next room. "I guess not."