"Abby's EEG showed seizure activity," Sam told Bobby over the phone. "Now, they'll know what medication to start her on. The neurologist does his rounds at six in the morning, so I'm hoping we'll be able to come home before lunch. How's Nate?"
"Sittin' here playin' with his feet," Bobby tickled Nate's tummy and made him laugh. "You hear that?"
"Yeah. It just makes me miss him all the more."
"He's not causing any troubles. You just take care of Abby. We'll be here when you get home."
"Thanks, Bobby. I don't know what we'd do without you."
"That's why you've got family, Sam. It's what they're for."
"Speaking of family, how is Dean?" Sam asked.
"He's behaving a little better since Kylee is sick, too. I've been checking in on them, but they seem to be taking care of each other pretty good."
"Too bad Kylee had to get sick. So, you and Nate are the only ones not vomiting at home? Maybe I'm lucky to be here."
"Florence Nightingale I'm not but I can manage to amuse a baby and keep an eye on sick adults."
Sam laughed. "You just gave me one hell of a visual, Bobby. You in a nurse's cap. I'll call you tomorrow when I know more."
"Bye."
"Bye."
"Your daddy sure is funny," Bobby told Nate. "He misses you like crazy, but he'll be home tomorrow with Mommy. Think you'll be okay hanging out with an old man until then?"
"What about me?" Tasha broke in. "I get to take care of him, too. And, Bobby, you're not an old man. I keep you young."
Bobby smiled at her. "That you do, darlin'. How are you feeling?"
"Queasy but otherwise okay. I'm going to grab some crackers and soda. Does Nate need a bottle?"
"It's probably about time," Bobby followed her into the kitchen. "Then, the three of us can turn in after I check on Dean and Kylee."
"Good plan," Tasha grabbed Nate from Bobby. "Go upstairs and see if they need anything. We should put the monitor in their room so they can get us if they need us during the night. Nate's going to be right by us anyway."
"Any better?" Bobby asked quietly.
"I think I'm over the worst of it," Dean said as he rolled to look at Bobby. "Kylee's really bad, though. I've been setting the alarm to take her temperature and give her Tylenol."
"I brought up the monitor so you can turn it on and get us if you need anything during the night. Do you need more soda or crackers?"
"More soda would be great," Dean gave him a sleepy smile.
Bobby walked around to see Kylee. "She doesn't look good, Dean. When's the last time she got Tylenol?"
"Um," Dean checked the clock, "about two hours ago. Why?"
"She feels like she's burning up. We need to put her in a cool bath," Bobby threw back the covers and Kylee was lying in a puddle of sweat. It had soaked her nightgown and was spreading on the sheets.
"Shit," Dean said. "I was in bed with her and didn't notice."
Bobby picked Kylee up. "Grab some extra towels and meet me in the bathroom."
Dean flew into the bathroom and Bobby had Kylee in his arms. The water was running and Kylee hadn't even opened her eyes since Bobby moved her.
"Help me get these clothes off her and then you'll have to make sure she doesn't slip down in the tub," Bobby told him. "I'll have to get some ice to cool the bath down."
Dean nodded, glad that Bobby was there. Dean's mind wasn't as sharp as usual and days in bed had sapped his strength. He couldn't have moved Kylee into the bath on his own.
Bobby handed Dean two small towels and a wash cloth. "Use the towels to cover her up and the washcloth to cool down her face and neck."
"You're concerned about her modesty?" Dean was a little slow on the uptake.
"She's gonna care as soon as she's awake," Bobby replied. "Learned that when Abby insisted Sam help her clean up before the medics came."
Bobby took another look at Kylee in the tub before heading downstairs for ice cube trays.
"How are they doing?" Tasha asked as she fed Nate his bottle.
"Kylee is burning up. We put her in a cool bath but I need some ice to put in there," Bobby grabbed the ice cube trays from the fridge. "Did we keep any extra ice in the deep freeze?"
"I don't think so. Should I go buy some ice in town?"
"No. You just keep Nate happy. I'll be back down. I figured Nate could just sleep between us tonight."
"I wouldn't dream of putting him anywhere else. If we get tired, we'll just meet you in there."
"Love ya, Tasha," Bobby gave her a quick kiss. He also kissed Nate's head. "Goodnight, Nate."
Kylee started to shiver and Dean had to put his arm across her under her arms to make sure she didn't slide down into the water.
"Kylee, talk to me, baby," Dean couldn't keep the worry out of his voice. "Come on, Kylee. Open your eyes."
Bobby came into the bathroom. "She talk to you yet?"
Dean shook his head.
"You keep doing what you're doing. I'll get her temperature." Bobby put the thermometer in her ear. "102.5, Dean. We need to get it down."
Between the two of them, they managed to wet Kylee's hair down. Bobby put an ice cube in a wash cloth and rubbed it over Kylee's skin. Dean kept wiping down Kylee's face and neck while he talked to her.
Kylee's eyes fluttered a little. "D-D-Dean?" she asked through chattering teeth.
"I'm here, baby. We've got to get your fever down."
"C-C-Cold."
"I know, but you have to stay in the tub. Bobby's helping us out," Dean added because he knew Kylee was going to realize that there was more than one person touching her. Kylee gave him a sad look. "You're covered up," he whispered in her ear. "Don't worry."
Kylee mouthed the words 'thank you' before closing her eyes.
"You need to open your eyes, darlin'," Bobby told her.
"T-T-Tired-d."
"I know, Kylee. Just keep talking to us if you need to close your eyes," Dean told her.
It seemed to take forever for her fever to go down. When it did, they moved her to the bed and laid her on top of towels. If her fever came back, they could try just wiping her down to cool her off. It would be more comfortable for her than the tub.
Dean was exhausted. Bobby turned the monitor on and told Dean that he wouldn't even have to push any buttons. He just had to talk and Bobby would hear him.
"Thanks, Bobby."
"You two just get better. I'll come check on you during the night," Bobby left the door open when he left.
Bobby changed for bed and lovingly looked down at Tasha, who had Nate curled up next to her. Nate had just snuggled right on in. The thought crossed Bobby's mind that he'd have his own baby to cuddle at night before too long. Bobby smiled and carefully crawled into bed. He had one arm over Tasha and could hear Nate's little snore as he fell asleep.
"Bobby!" Dean's voice came over the monitor. "Bobby!"
Bobby shot out of bed and it took a minute to realize that Dean was upstairs. He could hear Kylee crying out in pain. He bolted up the stairs to find Dean trying to comfort Kylee. She had her arms wrapped around her abdomen and was rolling side to side in pain.
"Her fever is back," Dean told him.
"Time to go," Bobby picked Kylee up in a sheet. "Get your shoes on, Dean."
"Kylee?" Dean's voice drifted through the fog in Kylee's brain. "I'm right here, baby. It's all over now. You're going to get better now."
"Dean? What happened?"
"What do you remember?"
"Hurting like I was getting ripped apart and trying to wake you up," Kylee spoke slowly. "Why am I at the hospital for the flu?"
"It wasn't the flu. You had a cyst on your ovary and that's why you didn't get pregnant. The cyst grew and caused your abdominal pain and fever. They've taken the cyst out."
"I'm okay now?"
"You'll have to come back for rechecks but, yeah, you're fine," Dean brushed her hair back. "You gave me and Bobby one hell of a scare though. He's asleep in the waiting room. You women need to plan your emergencies better. You need to spread them out. Do you realize each one of you was in the emergency room today? At least since it all seems to come in threes, and there's three of you girls, we should be done now."
"I hope so," Kylee replied. "I don't want to be here again."
"Me either," Dean kissed her. "Get some rest."
Kylee closed her eyes and was back to dreamland. Dean laid his head on the bed near where he was holding her hand. He was asleep before he could think of all the kinks he was going to have in his back in the morning.
Sam and Abby were surprised when Bobby walked into their room a little after seven.
"You look like hell," Sam said before common courtesy could stop him.
Bobby laughed. "That's what you Winchesters do to me. I had to bring Kylee in last night. She had some woman's problem that they needed to fix. Ended up that's why she didn't get pregnant before. Now she's fine and will probably be out this afternoon. What did the doctor tell you?"
"I have new medicine and I can't drive anymore," Abby was trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to fall. "I have to depend on other people to get around."
Sam took her hand. "You don't usually go anywhere by yourself anyway, Abby. It's just until you're seizure-free for a set number of years. Then you can drive again."
"It's just another change. How's Nate?"
"Cuddling with Tasha. He snuggles in like he belongs there," Bobby smiled.
"He makes himself at home," Sam agreed. "How are you holding up?"
"All three of our girls went to the emergency room yesterday. I've decided that they need to plan their visits better, spread them out, you know? The doctors are looking at us with dollar signs in their eyes. Maybe they'll build us a wing."
"Maybe," Sam replied. "Abby's supposed to get discharged soon. Did you want to come home with us?"
"Yeah. That would be great. We'll just send someone back for Dean and Kylee when she's discharged."
