She hated being sick. It wasn't just because she felt terrible either. She couldn't do her job or take care of her son, and there was nothing worse then that. She always tried to play it off of course, acting as if nothing was wrong even though her body protested. It usually wasn't until her husband caught on to her tricks did she finally get the rest she needed.

That is how she ended up in bed with a pounding headache and chills that had been growing for a few days now. It started off with the usual symptoms a sore throat and the general off feeling. She brushed it off of course telling herself it was just the changing weather. Even as she started feeling worse she wouldn't admit to being sick.

He caught her though rubbing her temples and fighting to stay awake. He had quickly put his hand to her forehead and declared that she had a fever. He practically had to carry her back to bed, both because she was too tired and protesting that she wasn't sick. After her pushed water and medication into her she promptly fell asleep.

She woke up a few hours later disoriented as to why she was still in bed. It took her a moment to remember the events of the morning. A part of her knew she should get up and try and get something done, but the other part was too tired and achy to move.

She heard whispered voices coming from the closed door. She tried to focus on what they were saying, but it only made her head hurt more.

She watched the door open slowly and her two boys walk into the bedroom.

"Oh you're awake how are you feeling?" her husband asked when he saw that her eyes were open.

"Better." she lied.

Of course he didn't believe her. He looked at her worriedly as he once again tested her temperature with the back of his hand.

"Mommy sick?" the toddler asked coming closer to the bed.

"Yeah buddy your Mommy's sick so we have to take really good care of her so she can get better."

Before he could catch his son he pushed himself onto the bed and kissed her.

"All better?" he asked.

She smiled, "Yeah kid all better."

He picked the toddler up and put him down on the floor, "Why don't you go play while I see how well your kiss worked."

The little boy nodded his head and ran off. She would never admit being sick to him, but at the same time she didn't want her son to catch whatever she had. There was nothing worse than seeing him suffer.

"I should get up." she said and tried to push herself into a seated position.

"No you are going to lay right here until you're all better."

"But what about my job?"

"Called them right after you fell asleep and told them you were sick."

"You have to go into work too and we can't leave Henry alone."

"I gave them a call as well. Told them I needed to take care of my sick wife and my son."

"But you can't do that."

"Sure I can. My family is my first priority and if any job doesn't agree with that then I don't want to work there."

"But we need the money."

"Don't worry about money now we're doing fine. All you need to focus on is getting better."

"But…"

"No more buts. You are going right back to sleep."

"But I'm not tired."

"You sound just like Henry."

She tried to give him an annoyed looked, which probably didn't work well on her pale and tired face.

He pulled the covers up more and tucked them around her shoulders, "Do you need anything."

"No." she mumbled as she started the fight against sleep again.

"Call me if you do okay." he leaned down as kissed her sweaty brow.

She nodded her head yes, or at least she thought she did. It was getting harder to keep her eyes opened, she wasn't ready to go back to sleep yet. He stayed with her through her fight, sitting on the edge of the bed and watching over her. His concerned and loving eyes were the last things she saw as she finally lost her battle against sleep.