Joey woke next to a wheezing Dawson. She looked at the ceiling. "Dawson, are you awake."
"If I wasn't, I am now." he said turning towards Joey.
"You look better." she said smiling.
"What are you, my nurse?" he said laughing.
"You have enough o two to laugh." she said smiling. His cheeks were still a bit red. She felt a flutter.
"Yes, I do." he said getting up and stretching.
"I'm hungry." she said.
"I'll bet you are." he said walking down the steps. Joey followed. "What time is it?" he said.
"About nine." said his Dad. "I'm late, got to go, bye." he said waddling out the door.
"What will it be, waffles, pancakes, cereal." said Dawson, opening cabinets and checking their contents.
"How about we go out for breakfast." she said.
"I'm not feeling that much better Joey." he said. "I still feel kind of winded."
"Okay then, I can make breakfast. Pancakes it is." While Joey made breakfast, Dawson took a shower. She poured the grainy mixture onto the pan.
"That was refreshing." he said. "All cleared out."
"Please don't share details about snot and the table." said Joey.
"Fine then." he said. They started to eat and afterwards threw everything into the dishwasher.
"Let's go somewhere." said Joey.
"Where."
"The ice house?"
"Joey, I don't feel good."
"Fine. Let's mope around your house."
"Sounds good." he said. "Sorry Joey, I really don't feel good, still." he said lying on the couch.
"Do you want to go to the doctors?" she said. "I can call your mom."
"I don't know. Maybe. What can they do for me though."
"True. Probably hook you up to a nebulizer again. Whoop did do."
"That's what I meant." he said. "Where is my inhaler anyhow?" he said getting up and walking up the stairs. He found it on his bed. Luckily it hadn't fallen off the night before. He took a long puff.
"Dawson, maybe we should go to the hospital." she said.
"But I'm not having an attack." he said.
"True." she said. "SO, what do you want to do?"
"What can we do." he said. "Watch another movie?"
"How about. Scary Movie three." she said.
"Fine." said Dawson, subconsciously. They settled in, again, and put in the movie.
"This is a funny movie." Joey said.
"Wait. Funny?"
"Yea, as in hahahaha."
"Joey, I can't laugh. I'll.."
"Oh, yea." said Joey, making a face. It's kind of too late. Let's just watch it. You'll be fine."
The movie started out fine. But by the first laughs, the movie was paused and Joey by his side.
"Dawson, stop exaggerating." she said.
"I'm not." he said, grabbing his inhaler and taking a long puff from it again. "Joey, I c-cough." he started to cough.
"I'm calling 911." she said. She ran downstairs as quickly as possible and grasped the phone. Was it worth the call?
She pressed the on button and dialed 9-1-1.
"If I wasn't, I am now." he said turning towards Joey.
"You look better." she said smiling.
"What are you, my nurse?" he said laughing.
"You have enough o two to laugh." she said smiling. His cheeks were still a bit red. She felt a flutter.
"Yes, I do." he said getting up and stretching.
"I'm hungry." she said.
"I'll bet you are." he said walking down the steps. Joey followed. "What time is it?" he said.
"About nine." said his Dad. "I'm late, got to go, bye." he said waddling out the door.
"What will it be, waffles, pancakes, cereal." said Dawson, opening cabinets and checking their contents.
"How about we go out for breakfast." she said.
"I'm not feeling that much better Joey." he said. "I still feel kind of winded."
"Okay then, I can make breakfast. Pancakes it is." While Joey made breakfast, Dawson took a shower. She poured the grainy mixture onto the pan.
"That was refreshing." he said. "All cleared out."
"Please don't share details about snot and the table." said Joey.
"Fine then." he said. They started to eat and afterwards threw everything into the dishwasher.
"Let's go somewhere." said Joey.
"Where."
"The ice house?"
"Joey, I don't feel good."
"Fine. Let's mope around your house."
"Sounds good." he said. "Sorry Joey, I really don't feel good, still." he said lying on the couch.
"Do you want to go to the doctors?" she said. "I can call your mom."
"I don't know. Maybe. What can they do for me though."
"True. Probably hook you up to a nebulizer again. Whoop did do."
"That's what I meant." he said. "Where is my inhaler anyhow?" he said getting up and walking up the stairs. He found it on his bed. Luckily it hadn't fallen off the night before. He took a long puff.
"Dawson, maybe we should go to the hospital." she said.
"But I'm not having an attack." he said.
"True." she said. "SO, what do you want to do?"
"What can we do." he said. "Watch another movie?"
"How about. Scary Movie three." she said.
"Fine." said Dawson, subconsciously. They settled in, again, and put in the movie.
"This is a funny movie." Joey said.
"Wait. Funny?"
"Yea, as in hahahaha."
"Joey, I can't laugh. I'll.."
"Oh, yea." said Joey, making a face. It's kind of too late. Let's just watch it. You'll be fine."
The movie started out fine. But by the first laughs, the movie was paused and Joey by his side.
"Dawson, stop exaggerating." she said.
"I'm not." he said, grabbing his inhaler and taking a long puff from it again. "Joey, I c-cough." he started to cough.
"I'm calling 911." she said. She ran downstairs as quickly as possible and grasped the phone. Was it worth the call?
She pressed the on button and dialed 9-1-1.