;) ... I'm backkkkk (I'm calling this a Quarantine update)
9-1-1
Eddie's POV
Packing my arms full of grocery bags at a time I made my way into the house and saw Carla and Christopher still coloring but this time on the sofa in front of the TV.
"Hi Daddy!"
Chris yelled the minute I walked in the door.
I yelled back a
"Hi buddy!"
and placed the groceries down on the countertop, before going back out and getting the last few bags.
I was debating on whether or not to put them on up right away, but I didn't have anything that was needed to be refrigerated so... nope not doing that right now.
"Hey Carla, any change?"
I asked pulling her aside when Christopher's attention got captured by Lab Rats: Elite Force. Sighing she brought me to the room that he was sleeping in and cracked the door to where I could look in.
"He's in pain. Woke up, but was barely coherent. He called for you a couple times in his sleep as if he was in some nightmare. Tried to give him so medicine, but he could hardly hold down the liquid let alone the pill."
I nodded and made my way into the room and told Carla I had it from here.
"Hey Buck."
I whispered sitting on the edge of the bed. He was curled up in a fetal position, sweat pouring down his face. He opened his eyes and looked over his shoulder to me. Minutely turning over so that he was facing me, he reached his arm up and placed it gently on my cheek, smiling up at me.
"You hungry baby, I finally went to the store and got something edible other than cereal."
I chuckled. He let out a breathy laugh and nodded slowly.
I got up and went to go get him some soup, from the groceries I just got. Not bothering to heat it up the expected way, by stove, instead heading for the microwave and punching in one minute.
I went back to his room after making a detour to check up on Christopher, who's attention was now enthralled by Mech X 4. Calling his name and not even getting a blink in response , I went ahead to Bucks room.
'huh.. when did it become Bucks room?... I want it to be our room!'
"Buck? Baby?"
I called quietly, when I heard nothing but the fan circulating in the room.
Coming fully into room I saw what looked like an adult sized baby. The way he was coiled so tightly in that fetal position, it had to be painful. Not only that, but he was shaking. Badly.
"Hey talk to me. I don't know how to help if you don't talk."
I said sternly, yet calmly.
he looked up at me and a tear trickled down his check. Grabbing his head I saw how he struggled trying to tell me, but the words just caught in his throat. I couldn't watch him struggle anymore so I just whispered a quiet
"okay"
and went into the joint bathroom and wet a cloth with mild water, and placed it on his forehead with hopes of reliving some of the pain.
I then went into the kitchen and pulled the mildly steaming bowl of chicken noodle soup out and placed it on the plate that also had half a grilled cheese on it.
knock knock
Bucks head popped up out from under the comforter and gave a small grin.
I lifted the plate up in my hands as in a small gesture of saying "look what I got" and walked over to the bed side table and placed it down while simultaneously taking a seat on the bed.
"You want to try and eat a couple of bites? I made a grilled cheese, extra cheesy just the way you like it?"
I said trying to coax him into eating something. He's had nothing but hospital food , and sometimes I debate if that's even edible half of the time.
Buck lets out a low groan while trying to push himself up by his shaky arms. Barely pushing him self up an inch, I took pity on him and wrapped my arms around his waist and tugged him up to where his back was leaning up against the headboard.
He heaved a sigh and gave me a look I was all too used to. The classic 'I'm annoyed that you helped me, but also grateful that you did because I was only making it worse by doing it myself' face.
Reaching over toward the table I picked up the crispy grilled cheese and held it up to Bucks face.
He hesitantly leaned forward, after some quiet begging, and took a small nibble off the corner. He chewed slowly, taking deep breaths. when done eating the first bite, I made him take three more bites making him almost eat half of this half of the grilled cheese.
It all happened so fast that I barely had time to grab the trashcan. I saw his throat working on the last two bites and just thought he was trying to swallow the liquidy cheese.
He, thankfully, leaned over and grabbed the can before I even moved a muscle, and vomited up everything he just ate.
I took the cloth that was placed on his head earlier, that was now laying limply on his shoulder and wiped his mouth rid of an excess vomit.
He coughed a couple of times and looked up at me with red rimmed eyes and nose running.
"Can' keep shi' down 'cause my head won' stop spinnin'"
Buck almost slurred.
Worried I was about to ask him if he wanted to go back to the hospital, but then he muttered
"Just give me a damn painkiller so I can sleep."
Shocked at the anger filled demand I silently retrieved his painkillers and a glass of water, helped him drink it down and tucked him in.
Walking out into the living room, I called for Christopher and heard a
"in here"
coming from his bathroom.
Carla was seated on the toilet lid while Christopher was in the tub talking to her about who knows what.
"Alright you too wrap up quick so that I can tuck you in."
I said playfully kissing the top of his soaked hair.
10 minutes later and all groceries where they should be I heard Chris yell from what I assumed was his room
"Okay Daddy! I'm in bed now it's time for bed time stories!"
"Alright, alright I'm coming"
I scoffed more to myself.
Carla met me in the hallway and we exchanged a quick goodnight.
Three stories and 20 minutes later has Christopher knocked out and tucked in, leaving my other baby to be taken care of.
opening the door I saw Buck fast asleep and suddenly felt all of my energy drain out my body, and pull me toward the sleeping Buck. I stripped myself of my clothing, all the way down to just my boxers, and climbed in bed behind Buck. Sleep took over almost instantly, but before it did I felt a warm breath on my nose signalling he turned around to face me.
"Goodnight Mi Amor."
"Goo' Nigh'"
he replied back drunk with sleep.
