Disclaimer: see chapter three. I don't own 'Flying High! (also known as Airplane!)' either. sighs wistfully
AN: as always, the medical stuff in this chapter has come from the internet and books. This might be the last chapter for a few days, because I have lots of assessments and exams coming up.
Chapter Twenty Nine- Head in the Toilet.
The first week of treatment went without a flaw. John helped Scott administer Fluorouracil, and Scott took Capecitabine after his main meals in the morning and evening.
It was very late in the night, or very early in the morning, depending on how you look at it, and John was feeling uneasy. He decided that he would just check on his brothers, and make sure they were fine.
John pulled himself out of bed and walked out of his door, and down the corridor.
He reached Alan's room first, and John peeked his head around the corner. Alan was fine; his bed covers were kicked off on the floor.
John then checked on Gordon. His covers surrounded him like a cocoon, and the only visible part of him was his shock of red hair.
John then went to Virgil's room. He was eagle spread across the bed, on top of the covers, and dead to the world, as usual.
This only left Scott. It was normal for Scott to go for a wander when everyone else was sleeping, so John wasn't surprised when he saw that Scott's room was empty.
John sighed. Where could Scott have gone? His question was answered as his eyes looked across the corridor. The bathroom door was closed.
John walked to the bathroom door.
"Scott, are you in there?"
His only response was the sound of retching.
"Scott, are you OK?" John was worried now; he knew the side effects would occur. He just didn't think it would happen so soon. He pushed the door open, and saw Scott leaning forward, with his head in the toilet.
John waited patiently as Scott threw up. When Scott had finished, John sat Scott down on the edge of the bathtub and got him a glass of water. Scott shook his head.
"Scott, you need to have a drink."
"I don't want it."
"You need to replace the fluids you have lost."
"I don't want it." Scott repeated.
"Why not?"
"Because," Scott explained. "I can't keep anything down in my stomach. I just took my head out of the toilet, and I have no intention of putting it back in there so soon."
John kept on persisting.
"If I take the glass of water, will you please stop pestering me?"
John nodded. "Of course."
Scott downed the water, and waited a few minutes. It seemed like this was one thing Scott could keep down, until he jumped up and ran to the toilet bowl, and heaved violently.
"I told you." Scott said. "I can't even keep water down. Every time I think I can, my head always meets the toilet bowl."
John nodded understandingly.
"I hate this feeling." Scott continued. "I hate throwing up. It just makes me feel worse."
"Do you want to try taking the medicine that stops the throwing up?" John asked tentatively.
"No." Scott was adamant. "What's the point? They won't stop me from feeling like I'm going to throw up. I'd rather throw up, than constantly feel like throwing up."
Once again, John nodded understandingly. He waited as Scott rinsed his mouth out.
"Do you want to go back to bed?" John asked.
"No, don't think I'll get much sleep now."
"So, what do you want to do?"
"Relax, read, watch a movie, listen to music. Any of them will do."
John led Scott out into the lounge, and steered him to the sofa. Scott sank down wearily into the sofa while John went over to the movie collection and found a movie he thought Scott would like.
"What did you pick?" Scott called out to John.
John read the movie synopsis out loud. "An airplane crew is taken ill. Surely, the one person capable of landing the plane is an ex-pilot that is afraid to fly. But, don't call him Shirley. Ex- pilot Ted Striker has an aversion to flying. But what will happen when the crew become ill from a case of food poisoning, and he is the only one who can land the plane? Add an inflatable auto-pilot and three hundred and seventy five passengers into the mix, and what do you have? Chaos. Hold on for the ride of your life, and have hours of laughter with this movie."
"Flying High! Am I right?" Scott asked.
"Yes, you are." John replied. He placed the movie into the television and started to watch the movie together.
AN: that's it for this chapter. Please review.
