Chapter 10, Caring for Sick Rosie

Tommy POV

So I walked down the dark hall, towards the terrible noise. It sounded like a mixture of throwing up, and Rosie crying. I was dreading the worstest thing, and I sadly, was right. When I entered Rosie and Mary's room, I saw Rosie in bed, throwing up, making a huge mess. I ran over to the bed and gotted Rosie out.

"Come on Rosie, we've gots to get you cleaned up." I said, of course, now we were both covered in throw up stuff.

"Oh no Tommy, I'm sick. I think I gotted it from you." Cried Rosie through her tears.

I sat on the floor, hoping it would swallow me whole at that moment, I did a really bad thing, I gotted Rosie sick. I'd never be able to live it down, but then, I saw poor Rosie, trying not to throw up.

"I'm sorry Rosie, I'm really sorry." I said, as I drug her into the bathroom, and stuck her head into the growed up potty, and I gotted it there, just in time, as Rosie started to throw up again.

I stayed there for several minutes, holding her pink hair, so it wouldn't get all messy, till suddenly, she had the firstest runny poop, and it went all over the bathroom floor.

"Oh no!" Rosie cried, now sitting on the bathroom floor.

"I've gots to go get us help, don't move." I said, as I ran off, about to go find Peter, when I ran into Rosie's big sister Mary in the hall.

"What's going on Tommy?" Mary asked.

"I gotted your sister sick, I'm really sorry." I said, the frown never leaving my face.

"You didn't mean to do it Tommy, but right now, we need to get this place cleaned up. I mean, look at this mess!" Mary screamed.

"Uh oh." I thought to myself, as I sawed what me and Rosie had done. We had lefted a trail of throw up stuff through the hall to the bathroom all right, and it tooked Rosie and Mary's mommy, daddy, and Peter, to help us clean up the mess.

Once Peter gotted me cleaned up, I founded the yellow bucket I had been using next to the bed. I ran into the bathroom with it where I founded Rosie in the bathtub, getting washed off.

"Thank you Tommy." Said Rosie's mommy, as she took the yellow bucket from me.

I couldn't talk to her, so I just nodded.

"You can go back to bed now Tommy, Rosie's going to be ok. We just need to get her all cleaned up, and she can use the bucket now if she needs to throw up." Said Rosie's mommy, but I wasn't going to leave Rosie's side.

I gotted her sick, so it was up to me to take care of her, even if I was awake all night. Once Rosie was in some clean PJ's, carrying her yellow bucket, I led her to the stairs.

"Come on Rosie, this way." I whispered.

"Where are we going Tommy?" Rosie asked.

"I'm gonna do for you what Peter did for me, come on." I said, as we went downstairs, and I gotted Rosie to lie down on the couch.

"You rest here, everything's gonna be ok." I said, as I went and founded the Dummi Bears DVD on top of the DVD player by the TV.

"I don't feel good Tommy." Rosie said, as I gotted open the DVD box, turndid on the TV with the clicker I found on the coffee table, and after pressing several buttons on the DVD player, I opened the drawer. I got the DVD out of the box, but now, the question remained.

"Uh Rosie, which way does this go in?" I asked.

"Hmmm, I think the shiny side goes up." Said Rosie.

"I think you're right." I said, as I put the DVD in, shiny side up, and pushed in the drawer, but nothing happened.

"Where's the movie?" Rosie asked.

"I don't know, but don't worry, I'll stay here with you, till you feel better." I said, forgetting about the broked DVD and curling up on the couch with Rosie.

She rested her head in my lap, and fell asleep. I couldn't get to sleep, as I sat there, one hand on Rosie's tummy, the other, stroking her soft pink hair, feeling just awful about what I did.

"I'm not sleeping again till Rosie's all better." I thought to myself, as I watched Rosie sleep in my lap, listening to the silence around me.

Sometime after she had been asleep for a while, she waked up, sitting up quickly, nearly causing us to bump heads.

"Uh oh." Cried Rosie.

"What? What is it Rosie?" I asked.

She reached for the yellow bucket, and started coughing, like she might throw up again.

"Come on Rosie, this way." I said, grabbing her hand and dragging her towards the bathroom.

"Quick, sit down." I said, pulling down her pants as I got her near her small potty.

"What are you doing?" Rosie cried.

"You need to sit down, now Rosie, before you make a mess." I said.

She sat down, and good thing too, as she gotted the runs.

"Thanks Tommy, you…" Rosie started to say, before she threw up again.

At least she had the bucket, but poor Rosie was stucked there for a while, as the double whammy of poop and throw up continued. All I could do was watch, thankful I didn't throw up at the sight of all of this yucky mess.

Sometime after Rosie had been sitting there for a while, nearly throwing up her insides, Peter came in to check on us, and the sun was rising outside the tiny window in the bathroom.

"Awe, you're sick, huh Rosie?" Peter asked.

Rosie nodded with a frown. I then turned to Peter.

"Yeah Peter, and it's all my falt. But I'm gonna take care of Rosie till she's all better." I said.

"That's great Tommy, but remember, we're going home this afternoon." Said Peter.

I gasp. I had been so worried about Rosie all night, I completely forgotted that me and Peter would be leaving that day. Well, not if I could help it.

"I can't go home Peter, not till Rosie is all better." I said.

"well hopefully Tommy, she'll be feeling better later. Now, let's get you two downstairs. Rosie needs to try to drink something so she doesn't get dehydrated, and you my friend, time for breakfast." Said Peter, as we all went downstairs, where we found Rosie's mommy making pancakes and this time, fixing a sippy cup of some ginger ale for Rosie.

"Here sweetie, try to drink this, and take small sips." Said Rosie's mommy, as she handed her the cup. Rosie sat down across from me at the table, and started sipping slowly on her drink.

While I wasn't very hungry, that all changed when I saw what Rosie's mommy set down in front of me. A pancake and a sippy cup of apple juice. I wanted some sirup too, but Peter said if I ate the plain pancake with no problems, I could have sirup on the nextest one. I didn't want poor Rosie to have to see me get to eat pancakes and hnot be able to have any, so I grabbed my plate, balanced my sippy cup on top, and tried to leave the table, only to drop everything on the floor, making a mess.

"Tommy! No!" Screamed Rosie's mommy, as she came to clean up the mess.

No sooner had I made a mess, when Rosie started to get sick again. I went to get her yellow bucket for her, slipping on the spilled apple juice, to fall and get a boo boo. Rosie threw up all over the kitchen table, ruining the stack of pancakes that her mommy had placed in the middle, and next thing I remember, we were both, me lying on the floor, and Rosie in the chair next to me now, crying.

This was not going well, as we made another mess and ruined breakfast for everyone. This time, we were both taken upstairs for a bath, which Peter gave to us.

"We're sorry, we're so very sorry." We cried, as Peter washed us off.

"It's ok you two, but Tommy, what were you thinking! You know you're not suppose to leave the table with your food, you're suppose to eat it right there." Peter said to me in a very stirn voice.

"I didn't wanna make Rosie feels bad. I gotted to have pancakes, and she didn't." I replied.

"It's ok with me, I'm not hungry anyway." Rosie muttered with a sigh, clamming up in the corner of the bathtub.

"Tommy, I'm sorry, but after this bath, I need you to come sit in our room while I get our stuff packed. Rosie's going down for a nap, you can tell her goodbye before we have to leave this afternoon." Said Peter.

"I already tolded you Peter, I'm not going home until Rosie's all better." I said.

"But yesterday, all you wanted to do was go home. Now, you dohn't?" Peter asked.

"Rosie wasn't sick yesterday, I was. Now, I gotted Rosie sick, and I can't leave her." I said.

"I'm sorry Tommy, but I have to get back to the Confederacy, and your mom, dad, and Dil will be returning from your uncle Ben and aunt Elane's tomorrow, and I know they're looking forward to seeing you. We have to leave this afternoon whether you want to or not." Said Peter.

"Read my lips Peter, I'm, not, going!" I shouted, splashing water into Peter's face.

"Hey! You got me all wet!" Cried Peter.

"I'm sorry Peter." I said.

I took the rest of that bath with Rosie in silence, as Peter gotted us cleaned up. Afterwards, Rosie was put down for a nap, and I snuck out of me and Peter's room, while his back was turned, as he was packing his suitcase, to find something to do, and go check on Rosie, who was napping on the couch. I got into the living room, to find Mary going to watch a movie. She opened up the DVD player to find the DVD I put in there.

"Uh Mary, I think that DVD is broked." I said.

"It's not broken Tommy, you put it in wrong." Said Mary, as she held up the DVD in her hand.

"Huh?" I said, confused.

"The shiny part of the disc must be facing down, and the picture of the Dummi Bears on the top of the DVD needs to be facing up." Said Mary, as she flipped the DVD over, and pushed the little drawer back in, this time, making the picture appear on the TV.

I curled up on the end of the couch, unoccupied by Rosie, who was curled up with the Dummi Bears blankie I had given her for her birthday. She opened her eyes a little when the DVD started, and we watched it together.

"Poor Rosie." I thought to myself, as she still looked pretty pail and miserable from being sick, but I just sat there quietly with her, hoping once Peter saw me taking care of Rosie, that maybe he'd let me stay to take care of her, and we could wait to go home until she gotted all better.

Then, I got an idea! Maybe I could be the onliest baby to fly home on an airplane all by myself! Now to convince Peter that I could do this, once he came downstairs, as I was going to stay with Rosie until she gotted all better, and if I could help it, even the king of the Confederacy, wasn't going to stop me.

End of Tommy POV

So, will Tommy get home? Will he stay with Rosie until she gets all better? What do you all think? Will he convince Peter he can get himself home? You'll have to wait until the next chapter, to find out!