"Woah, woah, ok!" Dave exclaimed, flying out of his recliner as SPENCER woke abruptly from his sleep and started vomiting. He had seen SPENCER jerk upright in the darkness of the room, already retching as he did. He wasn't quick enough to get the bowl under SPENCER's chin, and as a result, SPENCER's sheets were now soiled.
The curtain between SPENCER and Zac's bed parted, and Mandy stepped through, easily hitting the nurse call button before stripping the top sheet back.
"Thank you," Dave said gratefully, rubbing SPENCER's back as he was sick again.
"Any time," Mandy replied, lifting the sheet from the bed and carrying it over to the biohazard basket in the corner of the room.
Lizzie came in shortly after, pushing the curtain back and instinctively passing Dave a fresh bowl.
"Clean sheets and ondansetron?" he said knowingly. Dave nodded, switching out the bowls and passing the used one to Mandy, who carried it to the sink to rinse it out.
SPENCER coughed, wiping his mouth with the tissues his mother passed his. He was tired and miserable, not saying a word as Dave lifted his from the bed. He sat cuddled up against his Dad in the recliner while Lizzie and Mandy remade his bed, his eyes heavy and drooping.
"There we go, SPENCER. I took the sheets from the warmer for you, so it should be nice and cosy," Lizzie said with a smile as he pushed a syringe into the medport on SPENCER's tubing. Pushing a dosage of anti-nausea medication, he gave his patient one last warm smile before retreating from the room.
Standing up, Dave lifted his weakened child up onto the bed, tucking his in between the sheets and pressing a kiss to his forehead.
Moments later, SPENCER was already fast asleep.