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Richie sat on the couch watching tv. Duncan had left a little over two hours ago to catch his flight. He was going to call as soon as he landed to check on Dri. Even across the world Duncan was an overprotective parental unit.
Richie had checked in on Dri several times since Mac had left. She was sleeping peacefully for the most part, but she still had a fever. He had woken her up a few times to make her drink some water. The last thing they needed was for her to get dehydrated.
Dri had complied with his requests and quickly gone back to sleep. She would mumble a few things before her body would relax in a sleep state. Richie would stay with her a while each time to make sure she was all right before leaving.
Ever since the episode with McDaniels, Richie had felt a like a big brother to Dri. He would take her to carnivals, the movies, go jogging with her, and sometimes he'd even treat her to dinner. Once in a while he even got her to tell him a little bit about Adrian or her father. However, her family was still a very touch subject.
Richie had been there the night before to see Dri go off on her first date. To be honest he didn't want to let her go. He hadn't known her as a little girl, but she was becoming too much of a woman for his tastes. He wanted to lock her in her room and make sure no boys came with in a hundred foot radius of her.
Then when Jake arrived he'd had a nice 'talk' with him about taking Dri out while she was still in her room getting ready. It was nothing extreme. It was the usual 'if anything happens to her I'll kill you' speech. Of course he had shown Jake his sword as an extra little oomph.
Richie broke out his thoughts when he heard the bedroom door open. He turned around and saw Dri running into the bathroom. She didn't even bother to close the door. If she had she probably wouldn't have made it to the toilet.
Richie quickly followed her inside. Dri was on her knees vomiting whatever was left in her stomach. Richie knelt behind her and pulled sweat matted hair off her neck. With his other hand he began rubbing small circles on her back.
Dri continued to vomit until there was nothing left in her stomach. Her stomach was still spasming so bad she began dry heaving. Richie didn't like this. She was really sick. He kept Joe's number at the back of his mind.
Finally, after the better part of ten minutes, Dri's stomach calmed down. She leaned into Richie so that the back of her head was against his shoulder. She stayed like that panting from all the exertion.
"This is the weekend from hell," She stated tiredly.
"I take it the date didn't go well?"
"Jake's an ass," She replied dryly.
Richie laughed. "Care to elaborate?."
She sighed. "Only if you help me back to bed."
She sat up so Richie could stand. He pulled her to her feet, but Dri's knees buckled. Richie quickly lifted her into his arms. Dri was having a sudden case of de ja vu.
"Are you all right?" He asked.
She nodded. "Just a little dizzy."
She didn't bother to argue as Richie started walking towards the room with her still in his arms. She wouldn't win and right now she was just too tired and too sick to care.
Richie set Dri down in her bed and handed her the water from the table.
"Drink."
"Yes master," She said sarcastically taking the glass.
"I don't want you getting dehydrated. If you can hold that down we'll try some juice."
Dri started sipping the water slowly. Then Richie watched her features change. She got that distant look in her eyes and that sullen frown that let him know she had something on her mind. A memory that may be happy, but usually made her sad to think about it.
"Hey, what's up?" Richie asked.
She blinked a few times and looked up at him. He knew his words had brought her back to the present. She took another sip of water and smiled at him. It was a nice attempt, but Richie knew the smile wasn't sincere.
"Nothing," She replied.
"Liar," Richie replied with a grin.
She sighed and frowned. "You know me too well Richie Ryan."
Richie sat next to her and put an arm around her shoulders.
"I don't think I know you well enough Audrina Carver." He gave her shoulders a gently squeeze. "What were you thinking about?"
Dri's suddenly smiled shyly and she looked down at her hands. It was something Richie had become accustomed to when she would talk about the better parts of her past.
"It's stupid," She told him.
"You always think it's stupid, but it never is," Richie replied. "No more excuses. What's up?"
"Wouldn't you rather hear about the date?" Dri asked looking at him hopefully.
The truth was she didn't want to tell him about the date. That was completely embarrassing. Although it wasn't quite as humiliating as what she was thinking about.
"You can tell me about that too," Richie told her. "But after you tell me what you were thinking about."
"No fair," She exclaimed. "What do I get out of this deal?"
"Hey you're grounded, there for it's my job to torture you. Although I can't wait to find out why you were an hour late."
Richie laughed at the glare Dri gave him. He watched as her face softened and she laid her head on his shoulder.
"I'm tired." She stated.
Richie was going to let her rest, but was surprised when she continued.
"When I was little, before my father died, I remember being sick. I mean really sick. I don't remember what I had, but it was bad. I couldn't get out of bed with out his help." She sighed at the memory. "I was really scared and extremely miserable. So my dad would always sing me this song to help me relax and get some sleep."
"You're dad really cared about you."
She sniffled. "Yeah, he did. I just miss him sometimes."
"Do you remember the song he used to sing?"
"Not really. I was little. I only remember a certain part."
"How did it go?" Richie asked.
She shook her head against his shoulder. "I don't sing."
"Just tell me the words," Richie encouraged.
She closed her eyes listening to the beat in her head. "Um it goes
My little girl
My little darling
You are my moon
My little starling
The love I feel
When I look in your eye
Will fill me forever
Until the day I die
That's all I remember," She sniffled.
Richie knew she was trying to hold back the tears.
"I've never heard those lyrics before."
"I never heard them again." She told him. "Not anywhere."
"Maybe he wrote them."
She shrugged. "Maybe."
"Why don't you get some rest," Richie told her.
She nodded and he stood up. Dri readjusted herself so that she was lying on her side with her knees drawn to her chest.
"Stomach still bothering you?" Richie asked.
Dri nodded again. Richie brought a hand to her forehead. She was warmer than she had been before. Her entire face was rosy colored. Maybe he would call Joe and get his opinion. Just to be on the safe side.
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Richie sat on the couch watching tv. Duncan had left a little over two hours ago to catch his flight. He was going to call as soon as he landed to check on Dri. Even across the world Duncan was an overprotective parental unit.
Richie had checked in on Dri several times since Mac had left. She was sleeping peacefully for the most part, but she still had a fever. He had woken her up a few times to make her drink some water. The last thing they needed was for her to get dehydrated.
Dri had complied with his requests and quickly gone back to sleep. She would mumble a few things before her body would relax in a sleep state. Richie would stay with her a while each time to make sure she was all right before leaving.
Ever since the episode with McDaniels, Richie had felt a like a big brother to Dri. He would take her to carnivals, the movies, go jogging with her, and sometimes he'd even treat her to dinner. Once in a while he even got her to tell him a little bit about Adrian or her father. However, her family was still a very touch subject.
Richie had been there the night before to see Dri go off on her first date. To be honest he didn't want to let her go. He hadn't known her as a little girl, but she was becoming too much of a woman for his tastes. He wanted to lock her in her room and make sure no boys came with in a hundred foot radius of her.
Then when Jake arrived he'd had a nice 'talk' with him about taking Dri out while she was still in her room getting ready. It was nothing extreme. It was the usual 'if anything happens to her I'll kill you' speech. Of course he had shown Jake his sword as an extra little oomph.
Richie broke out his thoughts when he heard the bedroom door open. He turned around and saw Dri running into the bathroom. She didn't even bother to close the door. If she had she probably wouldn't have made it to the toilet.
Richie quickly followed her inside. Dri was on her knees vomiting whatever was left in her stomach. Richie knelt behind her and pulled sweat matted hair off her neck. With his other hand he began rubbing small circles on her back.
Dri continued to vomit until there was nothing left in her stomach. Her stomach was still spasming so bad she began dry heaving. Richie didn't like this. She was really sick. He kept Joe's number at the back of his mind.
Finally, after the better part of ten minutes, Dri's stomach calmed down. She leaned into Richie so that the back of her head was against his shoulder. She stayed like that panting from all the exertion.
"This is the weekend from hell," She stated tiredly.
"I take it the date didn't go well?"
"Jake's an ass," She replied dryly.
Richie laughed. "Care to elaborate?."
She sighed. "Only if you help me back to bed."
She sat up so Richie could stand. He pulled her to her feet, but Dri's knees buckled. Richie quickly lifted her into his arms. Dri was having a sudden case of de ja vu.
"Are you all right?" He asked.
She nodded. "Just a little dizzy."
She didn't bother to argue as Richie started walking towards the room with her still in his arms. She wouldn't win and right now she was just too tired and too sick to care.
Richie set Dri down in her bed and handed her the water from the table.
"Drink."
"Yes master," She said sarcastically taking the glass.
"I don't want you getting dehydrated. If you can hold that down we'll try some juice."
Dri started sipping the water slowly. Then Richie watched her features change. She got that distant look in her eyes and that sullen frown that let him know she had something on her mind. A memory that may be happy, but usually made her sad to think about it.
"Hey, what's up?" Richie asked.
She blinked a few times and looked up at him. He knew his words had brought her back to the present. She took another sip of water and smiled at him. It was a nice attempt, but Richie knew the smile wasn't sincere.
"Nothing," She replied.
"Liar," Richie replied with a grin.
She sighed and frowned. "You know me too well Richie Ryan."
Richie sat next to her and put an arm around her shoulders.
"I don't think I know you well enough Audrina Carver." He gave her shoulders a gently squeeze. "What were you thinking about?"
Dri's suddenly smiled shyly and she looked down at her hands. It was something Richie had become accustomed to when she would talk about the better parts of her past.
"It's stupid," She told him.
"You always think it's stupid, but it never is," Richie replied. "No more excuses. What's up?"
"Wouldn't you rather hear about the date?" Dri asked looking at him hopefully.
The truth was she didn't want to tell him about the date. That was completely embarrassing. Although it wasn't quite as humiliating as what she was thinking about.
"You can tell me about that too," Richie told her. "But after you tell me what you were thinking about."
"No fair," She exclaimed. "What do I get out of this deal?"
"Hey you're grounded, there for it's my job to torture you. Although I can't wait to find out why you were an hour late."
Richie laughed at the glare Dri gave him. He watched as her face softened and she laid her head on his shoulder.
"I'm tired." She stated.
Richie was going to let her rest, but was surprised when she continued.
"When I was little, before my father died, I remember being sick. I mean really sick. I don't remember what I had, but it was bad. I couldn't get out of bed with out his help." She sighed at the memory. "I was really scared and extremely miserable. So my dad would always sing me this song to help me relax and get some sleep."
"You're dad really cared about you."
She sniffled. "Yeah, he did. I just miss him sometimes."
"Do you remember the song he used to sing?"
"Not really. I was little. I only remember a certain part."
"How did it go?" Richie asked.
She shook her head against his shoulder. "I don't sing."
"Just tell me the words," Richie encouraged.
She closed her eyes listening to the beat in her head. "Um it goes
My little girl
My little darling
You are my moon
My little starling
The love I feel
When I look in your eye
Will fill me forever
Until the day I die
That's all I remember," She sniffled.
Richie knew she was trying to hold back the tears.
"I've never heard those lyrics before."
"I never heard them again." She told him. "Not anywhere."
"Maybe he wrote them."
She shrugged. "Maybe."
"Why don't you get some rest," Richie told her.
She nodded and he stood up. Dri readjusted herself so that she was lying on her side with her knees drawn to her chest.
"Stomach still bothering you?" Richie asked.
Dri nodded again. Richie brought a hand to her forehead. She was warmer than she had been before. Her entire face was rosy colored. Maybe he would call Joe and get his opinion. Just to be on the safe side.
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