AN: Sorry this is taking so long to post, but my laptop crashed and is in
for repairs, so I'm struggling for net access. Anyways here's the second
part.
Dri sleepily walked out of her bedroom. Her hair was a tangled mess. Dark circles lingered under her emerald eyes. She was wearing a white shirt and navy sweats. The pant legs were pulled up to her knees. She was very hot this morning.
Duncan was on the phone so Dri didn't say anything. She just walked over and plopped on the couch. She grabbed the corner pillow, placed it on the arm, leaning her head on it.
Dri wasn't feeling well. Her head was pounding so hard it felt like someone was taking a hammer to her brain. Her stomach hurt so bad it felt like her stomach was going to explode. She had been awake most of the night tossing and turning with hot flashes and cold chills. Her body couldn't make up its mind.
A minute or so later Duncan hung up the phone and walked over to her. He was going to lecture her more about last night, but then he saw her lying on the couch. Truth was she didn't look to good.
"You look like hell," He stated towering over her.
"You're observant," She retorted sarcastically.
He kneeled down next to her. She tiredly looked at him.
"How are you feeling?" Mac asked.
She shrugged. "I'll live."
"Is that your answer for everything?" He asked.
"Only for what won't kill me," She said giving him a small smile.
He brought his hand to her flushed face. He placed the back of his hand on her left cheek and then her forehead. She definitely had a fever. Suddenly Dri pushed his hand away, jumped up and bolted for the bathroom, slamming the door closed behind her.
Duncan sighed. The phone call he had received was from Michael Powers, an old friend of his. A mutual friend of theirs, Elliot Foxworth had died. It was a natural death, but that didn't make it any easier. The funeral was this weekend and Duncan wanted to be there.
He stood up and walked over to the bathroom. He knocked gently on the door.
"Dri are you all right?" He asked with concern in his voice.
There was no response, just a loud heaving noise through the door.
"Dri, I'm coming in."
Duncan opened the door to find Dri vomiting all the contents of her stomach into the toilet. He went underneath the sink and pulled out a wash cloth. He drenched it in cold water and kneeled next to Dri.
He put the cloth on the back of her neck because she was still vomiting. It felt good on the back of her neck, but her stomach was still in knots. She propped her elbows on either side of the toilet seat and rested her head in her hands.
"I take back what I said earlier," Dri told him.
"What's that?"
"I'm not going to live. I'm going to die."
Duncan smirked. She was sick and still joking. Somehow the kid always seemed to amaze him. Dri reached up and flushed the toilet. Then she readjusted herself so that she was sitting with her back against the tub.
Mac took the wash cloth that had already become warm and re wet it. Then he wiped her face with it. Normally Dri would have protested, but she was too tired and too sick to care. Besides the coolness felt good.
"Can you make it back to bed?" Duncan asked her.
Dri nodded. Duncan stood up and put a hand out to help her up. She took his offer for a help. She was grateful she had because as soon as she stood up the world starting spinning around her and she fell directly into Duncan.
Duncan quickly picked her up into his arms.
"How about I just carry you."
Dri sighed. "I can walk. I just got dizzy. Put me down."
"Why don't you amuse an old man and let me take you into the bedroom."
She rested her head against his shoulder and nodded.
"I'm sorry I'm such a bother."
"You're not a bother," Duncan told her walking into her room. "You're sick. It happens."
Just as he layed her down in bed he felt the undenying presence of another immortal. He wasn't worried. It was probably Richie. Ever since the incident with Jason McDaniels he had come over every day to see Dri. On the weekends he tended to come over early. It was Saturday and it was ten in the morning, so of course, Richie was there.
"Hey Mac, Dri," He called out. "Where are you?"
"In here," Mac called out as he covered Dri with the blanket.
Richie walked into the room. "What's going on?"
"Dri's not feeling well."
She smiled weakly and waved.
"Are you all right."
"She'll live," Mac told him before Dri could answer. Then he turned back to the girl in bed. "Get some sleep. I'll bring you something to drink in a little while."
She nodded and closed her eyes.
Mac and Richie walked out of the room, closing the door softly behind them. They walked into the kitchen. Richie sat at the counter while Mac got Dri something to drink.
"Is she going to be all right?" Richie asked.
"Yeah, she'll be fine. I think she has a twenty four hour virus or something."
He sat down the glass on the table and sighed.
"What's up Mac?"
"Huh, oh I got a call this morning. A friend of mine in Paris past away. I was going to fly out for the funeral, but now that Dri's sick I don't think I'm going to make it."
"Mac I'm sorry. Anybody I knew?"
Duncan shook his head. "I never got a chance to introduce you to him."
"Well you can still go you know," The younger immortal told him. "I could take care of Dri."
"Richie that's nice of you and all, but you've never taken care of a sick teenager before."
"Mac come on. I can handle it. Besides if I can't Joe's just a phone call away."
Duncan sighed. He didn't want to leave Dri, but he also wanted to go to his Elliot's funeral. He was sure it was only a virus.
"You're sure you can handle it."
"Go pack your bags," Richie replied. "I'll take care of her."
Mac nodded. "Thanks Richie."
"No problem."
Mac took the glass of water and went over to Dri's room. "I'm just going to tell her what's going on," He said over his shoulder.
"Sure thing," Richie said getting up and going over to the fridge.
Mac quietly opened the door and walked inside. Dri was sleeping on her side, the blanket pushed down to her waist. She had her hand under her head and the other one laying down the length of her side.
The highlander set the water on her bedside table and sat on the edge of the bed. He pushed a few strands of hair out of her face. She was a bit paler than usual and sweat permeated her skin. He figured it was the fever trying to push the illness out of her.
"Dri," He whispered. "Wake up sweetheart, I need to talk to you."
"Hmm," She mumbled.
He smiled. She looked so vulnerable, so young. Younger than she was, but not younger than she should have to act.
"I'm going to Paris for a few days on business."
"Hmm mm" She mumbled again.
"Richie's going to stay with you, but if you need me I'm only a phone call away."
"Kay," She said mostly still asleep.
Mac leaned down and softly kissed her forehead.
"I'll be back in a few days. Rest well."
He stood up and walked out of the room, shutting the door as quietly as he opened it. The next order of business was he had to pack a bag and get the first flight out. He trusted Richie to take care of Dri, but he still worried about both of his surrogate children.
TBC~~Please Review
Dri sleepily walked out of her bedroom. Her hair was a tangled mess. Dark circles lingered under her emerald eyes. She was wearing a white shirt and navy sweats. The pant legs were pulled up to her knees. She was very hot this morning.
Duncan was on the phone so Dri didn't say anything. She just walked over and plopped on the couch. She grabbed the corner pillow, placed it on the arm, leaning her head on it.
Dri wasn't feeling well. Her head was pounding so hard it felt like someone was taking a hammer to her brain. Her stomach hurt so bad it felt like her stomach was going to explode. She had been awake most of the night tossing and turning with hot flashes and cold chills. Her body couldn't make up its mind.
A minute or so later Duncan hung up the phone and walked over to her. He was going to lecture her more about last night, but then he saw her lying on the couch. Truth was she didn't look to good.
"You look like hell," He stated towering over her.
"You're observant," She retorted sarcastically.
He kneeled down next to her. She tiredly looked at him.
"How are you feeling?" Mac asked.
She shrugged. "I'll live."
"Is that your answer for everything?" He asked.
"Only for what won't kill me," She said giving him a small smile.
He brought his hand to her flushed face. He placed the back of his hand on her left cheek and then her forehead. She definitely had a fever. Suddenly Dri pushed his hand away, jumped up and bolted for the bathroom, slamming the door closed behind her.
Duncan sighed. The phone call he had received was from Michael Powers, an old friend of his. A mutual friend of theirs, Elliot Foxworth had died. It was a natural death, but that didn't make it any easier. The funeral was this weekend and Duncan wanted to be there.
He stood up and walked over to the bathroom. He knocked gently on the door.
"Dri are you all right?" He asked with concern in his voice.
There was no response, just a loud heaving noise through the door.
"Dri, I'm coming in."
Duncan opened the door to find Dri vomiting all the contents of her stomach into the toilet. He went underneath the sink and pulled out a wash cloth. He drenched it in cold water and kneeled next to Dri.
He put the cloth on the back of her neck because she was still vomiting. It felt good on the back of her neck, but her stomach was still in knots. She propped her elbows on either side of the toilet seat and rested her head in her hands.
"I take back what I said earlier," Dri told him.
"What's that?"
"I'm not going to live. I'm going to die."
Duncan smirked. She was sick and still joking. Somehow the kid always seemed to amaze him. Dri reached up and flushed the toilet. Then she readjusted herself so that she was sitting with her back against the tub.
Mac took the wash cloth that had already become warm and re wet it. Then he wiped her face with it. Normally Dri would have protested, but she was too tired and too sick to care. Besides the coolness felt good.
"Can you make it back to bed?" Duncan asked her.
Dri nodded. Duncan stood up and put a hand out to help her up. She took his offer for a help. She was grateful she had because as soon as she stood up the world starting spinning around her and she fell directly into Duncan.
Duncan quickly picked her up into his arms.
"How about I just carry you."
Dri sighed. "I can walk. I just got dizzy. Put me down."
"Why don't you amuse an old man and let me take you into the bedroom."
She rested her head against his shoulder and nodded.
"I'm sorry I'm such a bother."
"You're not a bother," Duncan told her walking into her room. "You're sick. It happens."
Just as he layed her down in bed he felt the undenying presence of another immortal. He wasn't worried. It was probably Richie. Ever since the incident with Jason McDaniels he had come over every day to see Dri. On the weekends he tended to come over early. It was Saturday and it was ten in the morning, so of course, Richie was there.
"Hey Mac, Dri," He called out. "Where are you?"
"In here," Mac called out as he covered Dri with the blanket.
Richie walked into the room. "What's going on?"
"Dri's not feeling well."
She smiled weakly and waved.
"Are you all right."
"She'll live," Mac told him before Dri could answer. Then he turned back to the girl in bed. "Get some sleep. I'll bring you something to drink in a little while."
She nodded and closed her eyes.
Mac and Richie walked out of the room, closing the door softly behind them. They walked into the kitchen. Richie sat at the counter while Mac got Dri something to drink.
"Is she going to be all right?" Richie asked.
"Yeah, she'll be fine. I think she has a twenty four hour virus or something."
He sat down the glass on the table and sighed.
"What's up Mac?"
"Huh, oh I got a call this morning. A friend of mine in Paris past away. I was going to fly out for the funeral, but now that Dri's sick I don't think I'm going to make it."
"Mac I'm sorry. Anybody I knew?"
Duncan shook his head. "I never got a chance to introduce you to him."
"Well you can still go you know," The younger immortal told him. "I could take care of Dri."
"Richie that's nice of you and all, but you've never taken care of a sick teenager before."
"Mac come on. I can handle it. Besides if I can't Joe's just a phone call away."
Duncan sighed. He didn't want to leave Dri, but he also wanted to go to his Elliot's funeral. He was sure it was only a virus.
"You're sure you can handle it."
"Go pack your bags," Richie replied. "I'll take care of her."
Mac nodded. "Thanks Richie."
"No problem."
Mac took the glass of water and went over to Dri's room. "I'm just going to tell her what's going on," He said over his shoulder.
"Sure thing," Richie said getting up and going over to the fridge.
Mac quietly opened the door and walked inside. Dri was sleeping on her side, the blanket pushed down to her waist. She had her hand under her head and the other one laying down the length of her side.
The highlander set the water on her bedside table and sat on the edge of the bed. He pushed a few strands of hair out of her face. She was a bit paler than usual and sweat permeated her skin. He figured it was the fever trying to push the illness out of her.
"Dri," He whispered. "Wake up sweetheart, I need to talk to you."
"Hmm," She mumbled.
He smiled. She looked so vulnerable, so young. Younger than she was, but not younger than she should have to act.
"I'm going to Paris for a few days on business."
"Hmm mm" She mumbled again.
"Richie's going to stay with you, but if you need me I'm only a phone call away."
"Kay," She said mostly still asleep.
Mac leaned down and softly kissed her forehead.
"I'll be back in a few days. Rest well."
He stood up and walked out of the room, shutting the door as quietly as he opened it. The next order of business was he had to pack a bag and get the first flight out. He trusted Richie to take care of Dri, but he still worried about both of his surrogate children.
TBC~~Please Review
