Soda's POV

I'm thankful to wake up happy and refreshed after the stressful night we had with Sky last night. My happy mood increases even more when I see the bright sun shining through the blinds. I look over at the clock and see that it's 6:30 and I have to be to work at 8. I quickly hop out of bed trying my best not to wake up Sky because she doesn't have to get up for another 40 minutes, Pony's already up so I don't have to worry about waking him up. I don't understand him sometimes, I mean he gets up almost an hour before he has to for school, when I ask him about it he just says that he wants to continue reading his book or start a new one before school starts. I don't understand him sometimes. I grab a towel from the hall closet and my DX shirt and a pair of jeans before going into the bathroom to grab a quick shower. Once I'm out and all ready for the day I walk out into the kitchen and find Darry sitting at the table with his newspaper in one hand and his coffee in the other.

"Morning Darry." I say walking by him to grab a bottle of water from the fridge and a piece of chocolate cake before sitting next to him at the table.

"Morning. Chocolate cake is not breakfast Soda." he reprimands me.

"In my book it is." I say popping my last bit of cake in my mouth and then grin widely at him, he doesn't say anything and just shakes his head at me disapprovingly.

"Is Sky up yet?" I ask noticing that it's now 7:15 and her and Pony have to be to school by 8.

"I just sent Pony in there to wake her up but that was 5 minutes ago, you know how she hates mornings. She's probably refusing to get out of bed and arguing about it with Pony right now." he says knowing our baby sister all to well.

I'm about to respond but Pony coming into the kitchen stops me.

"Morning Pone. Did you finally get the princess to get out of bed?" I ask with a chuckle and a smile on my face.

"No, I think somethings wrong with her she doesn't look too good." he says.

"Soda you go check on her while I finish making Sky's and Pony's lunches and Pony finishes getting ready." Darry instructs.

"Okay Dar." I say simply and then head in the direction of our bedroom.

"Hey baby girl." I say softly sitting down on the edge of the bed and looking her over. When Pony said that she doesn't look too good that was an understatement, she looks awful. Her whole body is pale and the rosy red tint that her face normally has is completely gone. Her whole body is shaking vigorously and you can hear her teeth chattering. I can tell by her breathing that she is congested and that her nose is stuffed up because she is breathing with her mouth open which she never does unless she is stuffed up. I could tell that she was coming down with something last night, I knew that I should've given her some medicine or something.

"Baby girl." I softly say again placing my hand on her shoulder. The only thing I get in response is a groan and her turning over now facing me but she doesn't open her eyes.

"Come on baby girl." I say again trying to get a response out of her and for her to tell me what's exactly wrong.

"I d-d-d-don't f-fe-feel g-g-go-good Pe-p-si." she stutters through her teeth chattering.

"I know you don't baby girl. Can you tell me exactly what doesn't feel good?" I ask her dragging my cold finger tips down the side of her burning hot face.

"My body hurts all over and I'm really cold but also really hot at the same time and my stomach hurts really bad." she says still stuttering parts of it.

"Okay baby girl, I'm going to go get you some medicine you just stay put." I tell her kissing her forehead trying to figure out how high her temperature is and it has to be at least a 100 if not higher.

"How is she?" Darry asks coming into the kitchen right as I'm grabbing some medicine for Sky out of the cupboard.

"She looks awful Darry, I'm pretty sure she has the flu. I knew that I should've given her some medicine last night after she woke me up shivering but I was just so tired and didn't think of it." I tell him somewhat blaming myself for her being sick.

"Soda it's not your fault so don't blame yourself. I'm going to take Pony to school and you are going to stay here and take care of Sky." he tells me.

"Darry I can't, I have work." I tell him.

"I already called you out, it's a good thing that you have such a lenient boss and that he's close to the family or you probably would've been fired by now." he says.

"Yeah I know. Okay now you and Pony better get going before you're both late." I tell him looking up at the clock.

"You're right. Come on Pony, we're going to be late." he hollers out through the house.

"I'm coming." Pony responds running inside to grab his bag before running back outside and getting in the truck.

"Have a good day." I say as Darry's walking out the door.

"Make sure you take care of Sky, the last thing she needs right now is to be sick for a week with everything that she's gone through." he tells me right before the door slams shut behind him. Right after the door shuts I hear an awful sound come from the bedroom, I quickly run down the hallway to the bedroom to see what it is that I heard. When I get there Sky is on the floor throwing up, there is a lot on the floor and there is also some on herself. I can tell that she tried to make it to the bathroom but her body must be so weak that she wasn't able to before she threw up.

"It's okay baby girl, I'm right here." I tell her sitting down behind her, rubbing my hand up and down her back and holding her hair back with my other hand. After a few more minutes of her just sitting there throwing up probably everything that she ate yesterday she finally stops and immediately starts bawling her eyes out.

"What's wrong baby girl?" I ask her still rubbing my hand up and down her back soothingly.

"I made a mess! I'm so sorry." she cries somewhat angrily, I'm guessing that she's angry at herself.

"There's nothing to be sorry for baby girl, you're sick, it's okay." I tell her reassuringly.

"You should be at work, not here taking care of me. You go to work, I can take care of myself." she tells me sniffling through it cause of her stuffed up nose.

"No I shouldn't and no you can't take care of yourself, I mean come on Sky you couldn't even make it from the bed to the bathroom, there's no way that you can take care of yourself." I tell her.

"Okay." she says nodding her head at me.

"Now let's get you cleaned up." I say picking her up off the floor and into my arms. I carry her into the bathroom and set her down on the toilet seat before turning the water on and running her a bath. I don't want her to take a shower because I am afraid that she might fall. Once the tub is full and there is plenty of soap in the water I set two towels down on the sink counter and a new pair of her pajamas on top of them for her to put on after she's done.

"Okay baby girl, I'm going to go clean the bedroom up while you take a bath to get yourself cleaned up." I tell her.

"I don't like baths." she says pouting while crossing her arms in front of her chest, getting more of her throw up on her arms in the process. She may be sick but she still hates baths.

"It will make your aching muscles feel better. Now please just get in the tub so that I can clean up the bedroom." I beg her.

"Fine." she says not happy about it.

"Thank you. Now when you're all done and dressed call out for me and I will help you back into bed." I tell her before leaving the bathroom and shutting the door behind me. I then go out into the kitchen and get the mop and bucket. I fill the bucket with soapy water and then go back into the bedroom and start mopping up the throw up. When I'm done I rinse out the bucket and wring out the mop, I then go back into the bedroom and use a towel to dry off the wet floor and then put the dirty towel in the hamper.

"Soda, I'm done." I hear Sky's quiet voice say from the other side of the bathroom door. I go over to it and open it, stepping inside. She hands me her soiled clothes and I go back out into the hallway to put them in the dirty clothes hamper. When I come back in the bathroom Sky is sitting down on the closed toilet seat and crying again.

"What's wrong baby girl?" I ask her confused as to why she is crying.

"I don't feel good Pepsi and I'm so weak that I can't even pull my damn hair back in a ponytail." she says upset. She's always hated it when she would get sick, she hates that she can't do anything and that all of us have to drop everything to take care of her. No matter how many times we tell her she just never understands that that's what families do for each other, they take care of one another no matter the circumstances.

"It's okay baby girl I'll help you. Give me the hair elastic." I tell her holding my hand out for it. She doesn't say anything and just hands me the elastic, she then turns so that her back is facing me so that I can pull her hair back. I gather all of her hair up and make sure I have all the loose hairs pulled back too before wrapping the elastic around her hair 3 times making sure that her hair is pulled back nice and tight just how she likes it. I have a lot of practice at this since we lost our parents a few years ago. Darry and I may have been older but Sky and Pony were still young, I think Sky was 11 and Pony must've been 13. So let's just say that we all became experts at combing and styling her hair even though we'd rather not admit that.

"Thanks." she says quietly turning back around and hugging my waist.

"You're welcome baby girl. Now let's get some medicine into you and then get you back in bed." I say picking her up off the toilet seat and into my arms. I carry her back into the bedroom and have her take the medicine that I put on the night stand. I then pull the covers back and help her lay down before pulling the covers back over her and kissing her forehead, her temperature is still just about the same but hopefully the medicine will help bring it down. I don't want to leave her so I lean up against the head board and sit in bed on the other side of her. She rolls over onto her side facing me and grabs my hand and places it on her head. I know exactly what this means she does it all the time, she wants me to rub my hand through her hair and down her face. She never asks me to do this all she does is take my hand and place it on her head.

"Feel better baby girl." I whisper to her kissing her head again while continuing to run my hand through her hair and down her face while she slowly starts to fall back asleep and soon she is out like a light.