"But I want to go!" Christine whined up at her mother, pouting pitifully.
"I'm not sure it's a good idea, Christine, you know there has been a stomach bug going around. The one that Michael Vincent had earlier in the week." Brennan crossed her arms at her daughter.
"I'll be careful, Mommy, I promise! I wanna go to the playground."
"Christine..."
"I'll take her." Sweets offered from his position on the couch.
"Sweets, you don't have to do that."
"I want to. I'll keep an eye on her, make sure no one is breathing in her face." Sweets shrugged a shoulder and Christine gave her mother a hopeful look.
"Fine... but if she gets sick-"
"I'll pay for the doctor visit." Sweets laughed and watched as Christine did a little dance and cheer. She ran off to get her things.
"Are you sure you want to do this? This strain of the stomach flu has been particularly volient. Angela says that Michael's stomach is still queasy." Brennan gave Sweets a look. "And with a pregnant woman at home..."
"It'll be fine, Dr. Brennan. Don't worry about it." Sweets smiled at her in a reasurring way. "We'll be fine."
He was wrong.
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"Uck! Gross!" Daisy heard her Lance groan from the little laundry room in their apartment. She peeked into the room to see her boyfriend in his underwear, stuffing clothes in the washer.
"Baby?" She asked, a laugh in her tone at his nakeness.
"Daisy! Oh, uh, stay back!" Sweets flailed an arm at her.
"Why? What's wrong, Lance?"
"Nothing, just stay back. I brought Christine to the park for Dr. Brennan. A kid puked all over me, so just- just stay back." Sweets waved her away again.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, just-" Sweets grunted and waved her a 'go away' motion.
"Don't you think you're over reacting, baby?" She asked, backing away from the door anyway.
"This strain of the stomach flu is highly contagious. You are pregnant. I'm not taking any chances." Sweets said, dumping some heavy duty detergent into the washer.
"You can't just stand there in you're underwear and tell me to go away, Lance." Daisy smirked, leaning again the doorway. "Maybe when you're done here we can go to bed and-"
"No."
"No?" She asked, her nose crinkling like the word offended her.
"No. No bed. I'm sleeping on the couch intill we know I'm not going to get sick." Sweets grunted, slamming the lid of the washer shut.
"What? But, Lance-"
"No. No buts. I'm not putting the baby at risk." Sweets said, straitening his posture as he went into the clean clothes and slipped on a pair of sweats.
"You're no fair." Daisy pouted at him.
"It's only for a few days, Miss Daisy." He gave her his best 'please don't agrue with me because we both know I'm right' smile and she nodded at him.
"Fine." She continued to pout, walking away.
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It was only a few days later that she was awoken by the sounds of vomiting into a toliet. She stretched her soar limbs and yawned, walking over to the bathroom. She already knew what she was going to see. She put her shirt over her mouth and nose and peeked into the bathroom and low and behold, there was her Lance, puking his guts out into a toliet.
"Lance?" She whispered, tiptoeing over to him and squatting down by him before rubbing his back softly with her left hand. He moved away from her touch.
"Daisy, go-" Sweets wheezed out hoarsely before coughing up more of his lunch.
"Shut up." She said. "I'm going to be fine."
"Daisy, please..." He whined, pressing his hot face against the cool surface of the toliet seat.
"No." She whispered, rubbing his back in soothing circles. "Do you want me to call in sick to take care of you?"
"I'll be fine alone." Sweets murmured, voice still hoarse from the puking. "You go to work today. I'm fine."
"Come on, lets get you to bed." She whispered softly, helping him up.
"Couch..."
"No, it's my turn on the couch. You are sick, you need a bed." She said, gently leading him up to the bed and helping him lay down.
"But the baby-"
"Will not be hurt by a few days on the couch. I hardly ever sleep anyway." She laughed. "Go to sleep."
"No." Sweets grumbled, but he curled up in the bed and closed his eyes regardless.
"Silly Lance." She smiled under her shirt mask and kissed his forehead before leaving the room silently.
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Daisy walked into the apartment, whipping out the box of disposable face masks Dr. Saroyian had given her. She slipped on one of the masks and walked over to the bed room, pressing her ear against the door. She could hear Lance shuffling around in bed and grunting. She opened the door and her nose was immediately assualted by the smell of bile and rotten eggs. She gagged slightly, her pregnant stomach turning slightly.
"Baby, are you okay? It stinks in here!" Daisy said, stepping into the room.
"I feel like a bomb went off in my stomach." Sweets croaked, rolling over to look at her. "Sorry about the smell."
"You look aweful, Lance-a-lot." Daisy said, tilting her head symatheticly at his sweaty, flushed form.
"I think I feel a little better, actually. I wouldn't go in a bathroom for awhile, though." Sweets said but then his body betrayed him and a strange gurling noise erupted from his gut. He groaned and rapped an arm around his stomach. "Oh, run. Run for your life."
"I can handle a little vomit, Lance." Daisy rolled her eyes at him.
"Not vomit." Sweets groaned, curling up slightly. "Go."
"Lance, it's no big deal-" Daisy started before a strong smell invaded her nose and her pregnant stomach turned on her and she ran into the bathroom and vomited in the sink.
"Sorry, Daisy, I tried to warn you!" Her Lance's voice rang from the bedroom. "It's not just my stomach, my intestines are pretty distressed to! Angela said it was like this with Michael Vincent."
"It's okay, Lance, but... God, baby, that's... that's an evil smell." Daisy gasped, coming out of the bathroom and snapping the mask back on her face.
"I'm sorry." Sweets whimpered, rolling over again.
"That's worst then pregnancy gas." Daisy chuckled, sitting next to her sickly boyfriend.
"Here I thought that was impossible." Sweets smiled weakly at her and she swatted him on the shoulder.
"Mean. Your mean when you're sick."
"Sorry." He apologized again before groaning when his stomach gurgled again. "Okay, bathroom. Bathroom." He grunted, getting up and rushing into the bathroom and locking himself inside. Daisy sighed and shook her head as she left the bedroom and closed the door behind her. It was best that she leave him alone right now, she decided, to avoid embarrassment for him later.
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"Are you sure you're ready to go back to work, Lance-a-lot?" Daisy asked as she watched her boyfriend straighten his tie.
"Yeah, I mean I'm going to be practicing a little caution intill my... bowel movements are completely under control. I'll be fine. And you are sure you don't feel sick?" Sweets asked, pecking her on the cheek softly.
"Yes, baby, I'm fine. If was going to be sick, I would be sick by now. The baby is still pressing against my bladder and kicking me in the spleen. I'm fine, you're fine. Everybody is fine." Daisy smiled at her boyfriend.
"And I got a new picture for the fridge." Sweets smiled, looking over at the picture Christine had drawn for him during the four days he was sick. It was a picture of him, laying in bed, vomit coming out of his mouth and there were hearts all around. Brennan had written 'Get well soon' on the drawing for her.
"Yes." She smiled, she remembers bringing that picture to Lance for Brennan. He was so happy to receive it, he forgot he was sick for several minutes before his stomach started revolting against itself. She was glad the whole stomach flu ideal was over. She hated seeing him so miserable. Plus all the smells for the vomiting and the diarrhea made her vomit because she had pregnancy nose. It was a vomit filled four days. Not pleasant for anyone involved.
She supposed this was going to happen again, maybe not this disease in particular but still. Kids tended to be germ magnets, especially once they got in grade school so once the baby was born and grew up some, there were going to be some tough times when she or Lance would get sick to, along with the baby, but it would okay. They had eachother and thats all they really needed.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Next chapter yaaayyyyyy~
So, I realized that since Sweets was spending so much time with Christine, there might be some... things to come up because, yeah, kids can be little, adorable germbags sometimes. I drew inspiration for this chapter from the like three times my brother has given me the stomach flu. And the many times my sister and I passed along stomach bugs.
Stupid little chapter, I know, but reviews would be very much so appreciated. Please. With a cherry on top.
Also, I have a four day weekend. Yay?
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