Chris was still in bed when Stephanie heard a knock at the door, followed
by a voice. "Nock, nock!" She opened it to see Christian.
"Hey there." She invited him in. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm off until Saturday, thought I'd come by." He saw the tree. "Oh, I see my wife gave you our little gift."
"Yes, it was very nice. Thank you so much."
"Sure, no problem." He saw Joey in his highchair eating breakfast. "Where's his old man?"
"Oh Chris." Steph nodded. "He's upstairs."
"Still in bed hu? That lazy goob sure knows how to spend a day off."
"No. He's sick."
"Oh." Christian's attitude and expression changed. "I'm sorry."
"That's ok." Steph sighed.
"Can I go see him?"
"I dunno, it might be the flu."
"Oh, don't worry." Christian smiled and patted his arm. "I got my flu shot."
Steph smiled, "You should've taken Chris with you."
"Ha!" Christian laughed as she led him up the stairs. "Like I'd have any luck with him."
Stephanie took him up to the master bedroom. Chris was lying in bed with the box of tissues already half used. He groaned and coughed, taking a drink of water. He opened his eyes and saw Christian and Stephanie. He swallowed wrong and gasped until he caught his breath.
"Hey, what are you doing here?"
"Oh man Chris, you sound terrible!" Christian turned up his nose.
"Thanks for the otherwise obvious negativity." He began to cough.
"Man, that sounds bad." He and Steph came over. "Do you think you'll be ready for Sunday?"
"Let's hope." He tapped the box of NyQuil.
"Ah yes." Christian grinned. "Your miracle drug."
Chris began to sing, "When the fire starts to burn, there's a lesson you must learn. Something, something, then you'll see, you'll avoid catastrophe." He coughed.
"Ok Chris, enough talking." Stephanie smiled.
"Aw come on." Chris moaned.
"Good luck." Christian laughed.
"You need to save your voice." Steph pointed out.
"Aha." Chris smirked. "Help me, help me!" He squeaked, then spoke in a deep voice, "Don't worry voice, I'll save you. Ah, pew! Oh no, it looks like voice has committed larynx-side!"
"Chris, that's not even a word." Stephanie couldn't help but laugh.
"Bah, he's not sick if he's making voices and jokes." Christian waved his hand in the air.
"Ah." Chris opened his mouth.
"Ah, ew!" Christian looked away. "Ok, now I'm a believer."
"I'm a believer." Chris sang but winced at the terrible pain it caused in his throat.
"Ok, ok." Stephanie turned to Christian. "Maybe you can come back tomorrow."
"Yea, that might be better. Well, see ya around Chris." Christian nodded. Chris waved him off and he left.
"Do you feel any better?" Stephanie asked her patient.
"Well, I'm sure after my nap the NyQuil should've taken full effect and I'll be a lot better. Then I can take more and after I wake up from then, I'll be even better." Chris smiled. "And so on, well, you know the rest."
"Well, let's hope so." Stephanie said and felt under Chris's neck. "Is your throat feeling any better?"
"Nope." Chris smirked.
"Here, let me see, open up."
"Ah."
Stephanie looked in Chris's mouth but then drew back, "Ew."
"What breath mint? Yea, well I haven't brushed my teeth."
"If that isn't gross enough." Stephanie laughed. "Well, I'll come back later and see how you're doing. So why don't you get some rest."
"Yes doctor." Chris smirked.
"Careful, we might have to call one." Stephanie closed the door. Chris lay down to sleep.
Four to six hours later....
"Chris, I brought you some chicken noodle soup for you to take with your next dosage." Stephanie entered the room. Chris woke up. "How are you feeling?"
"Gees Steph, you could patent that line. With how many times you use it, you'd be a billion dollar princess."
"I already am."
"Ah, tu shay.
"Here you go, fresh out of the can." She set the tray over him.
"Ah, my favorite." He ate hungrily, despite the stinging feeling in his throat.
"It's good that you have your appetite back, it looks like your miracle drug is working even better than we thought." Stephanie took the tray when Chris finished, then gave him the medicine. "Eat and sleep, that's the remedy for the cure."
"Hell, I should get sick more often, this sounds pretty sweet." He coughed and held his neck for a moment. "Well, except for the feeling sick part."
Stephanie laughed, "I'll see you tonight."
"No, Steph." Chris sat up and Steph stopped. "I don't want you to get sick too, so-"
"Don't worry Chris." She patted her arm. "I've got my flu shot."
Chris smirked and this time Stephanie left the room.
A few days later....
The process had repeated itself until. On Friday, Chris was well enough to get out of bed and by Saturday the symptoms were pretty much gone. He had both energy and appetite and didn't hurt much anymore. He could see clearly now, the rain of runny eyes was gone. The only obstacle in his way was getting his voice back to full capacity by the time of his promo on Sunday. Chris walked into the kitchen and sniffed, despite the still slightly stuffy nose, he could breath again and smell the aromas of Stephanie's cooking.
"And good morning to you." Stephanie smiled.
"Morning Steph, morning Joey, did you miss daddy?" Joey stared up blankly at Chris and he smirked. "Yea, didn't think so."
"Oh Chris, you slay me."
"En garde." Chris waved an invisible sword across Stephanie.
"Missed, I'm not bleeding." She smirked as she held the plates and set them on the table.
"Notice I didn't slash your cloths." Chris raised an eyebrow.
"Oh Chris." Steph shook her head. "So are you ready for tomorrow?"
"You bet." Chris cleared his throat. "Kane wont know what hit him."
"Hopefully it wont be the flu."
"I'm all better Steph." Chris smiled arrogantly. "Come on, does this look sick to you?" He posed.
"Hmm." Stephanie smirked, hands on hips. "That depends on how one defines sick."
"Shut up." Chris smirked back. "Oh." He looked at the clock. "I'd better get my things ready, my flight leaves late tonight."
"Well, good luck then." Stephanie kissed him. She saw Joey smiling at her, she grinned back. "And this one's from your son."
Chris expected another kiss, but instead, Stephanie socked him in the arm. Joey laughed and Chris smirked at his son, so much like him. He patted Joey's head and left the room. Stephanie picked him up and smiled, relieved that Chris hadn't died after all. She realized that she wasn't like the widow on tv after all. But is Stephanie counting her chickens before they hatch?
"Hey there." She invited him in. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm off until Saturday, thought I'd come by." He saw the tree. "Oh, I see my wife gave you our little gift."
"Yes, it was very nice. Thank you so much."
"Sure, no problem." He saw Joey in his highchair eating breakfast. "Where's his old man?"
"Oh Chris." Steph nodded. "He's upstairs."
"Still in bed hu? That lazy goob sure knows how to spend a day off."
"No. He's sick."
"Oh." Christian's attitude and expression changed. "I'm sorry."
"That's ok." Steph sighed.
"Can I go see him?"
"I dunno, it might be the flu."
"Oh, don't worry." Christian smiled and patted his arm. "I got my flu shot."
Steph smiled, "You should've taken Chris with you."
"Ha!" Christian laughed as she led him up the stairs. "Like I'd have any luck with him."
Stephanie took him up to the master bedroom. Chris was lying in bed with the box of tissues already half used. He groaned and coughed, taking a drink of water. He opened his eyes and saw Christian and Stephanie. He swallowed wrong and gasped until he caught his breath.
"Hey, what are you doing here?"
"Oh man Chris, you sound terrible!" Christian turned up his nose.
"Thanks for the otherwise obvious negativity." He began to cough.
"Man, that sounds bad." He and Steph came over. "Do you think you'll be ready for Sunday?"
"Let's hope." He tapped the box of NyQuil.
"Ah yes." Christian grinned. "Your miracle drug."
Chris began to sing, "When the fire starts to burn, there's a lesson you must learn. Something, something, then you'll see, you'll avoid catastrophe." He coughed.
"Ok Chris, enough talking." Stephanie smiled.
"Aw come on." Chris moaned.
"Good luck." Christian laughed.
"You need to save your voice." Steph pointed out.
"Aha." Chris smirked. "Help me, help me!" He squeaked, then spoke in a deep voice, "Don't worry voice, I'll save you. Ah, pew! Oh no, it looks like voice has committed larynx-side!"
"Chris, that's not even a word." Stephanie couldn't help but laugh.
"Bah, he's not sick if he's making voices and jokes." Christian waved his hand in the air.
"Ah." Chris opened his mouth.
"Ah, ew!" Christian looked away. "Ok, now I'm a believer."
"I'm a believer." Chris sang but winced at the terrible pain it caused in his throat.
"Ok, ok." Stephanie turned to Christian. "Maybe you can come back tomorrow."
"Yea, that might be better. Well, see ya around Chris." Christian nodded. Chris waved him off and he left.
"Do you feel any better?" Stephanie asked her patient.
"Well, I'm sure after my nap the NyQuil should've taken full effect and I'll be a lot better. Then I can take more and after I wake up from then, I'll be even better." Chris smiled. "And so on, well, you know the rest."
"Well, let's hope so." Stephanie said and felt under Chris's neck. "Is your throat feeling any better?"
"Nope." Chris smirked.
"Here, let me see, open up."
"Ah."
Stephanie looked in Chris's mouth but then drew back, "Ew."
"What breath mint? Yea, well I haven't brushed my teeth."
"If that isn't gross enough." Stephanie laughed. "Well, I'll come back later and see how you're doing. So why don't you get some rest."
"Yes doctor." Chris smirked.
"Careful, we might have to call one." Stephanie closed the door. Chris lay down to sleep.
Four to six hours later....
"Chris, I brought you some chicken noodle soup for you to take with your next dosage." Stephanie entered the room. Chris woke up. "How are you feeling?"
"Gees Steph, you could patent that line. With how many times you use it, you'd be a billion dollar princess."
"I already am."
"Ah, tu shay.
"Here you go, fresh out of the can." She set the tray over him.
"Ah, my favorite." He ate hungrily, despite the stinging feeling in his throat.
"It's good that you have your appetite back, it looks like your miracle drug is working even better than we thought." Stephanie took the tray when Chris finished, then gave him the medicine. "Eat and sleep, that's the remedy for the cure."
"Hell, I should get sick more often, this sounds pretty sweet." He coughed and held his neck for a moment. "Well, except for the feeling sick part."
Stephanie laughed, "I'll see you tonight."
"No, Steph." Chris sat up and Steph stopped. "I don't want you to get sick too, so-"
"Don't worry Chris." She patted her arm. "I've got my flu shot."
Chris smirked and this time Stephanie left the room.
A few days later....
The process had repeated itself until. On Friday, Chris was well enough to get out of bed and by Saturday the symptoms were pretty much gone. He had both energy and appetite and didn't hurt much anymore. He could see clearly now, the rain of runny eyes was gone. The only obstacle in his way was getting his voice back to full capacity by the time of his promo on Sunday. Chris walked into the kitchen and sniffed, despite the still slightly stuffy nose, he could breath again and smell the aromas of Stephanie's cooking.
"And good morning to you." Stephanie smiled.
"Morning Steph, morning Joey, did you miss daddy?" Joey stared up blankly at Chris and he smirked. "Yea, didn't think so."
"Oh Chris, you slay me."
"En garde." Chris waved an invisible sword across Stephanie.
"Missed, I'm not bleeding." She smirked as she held the plates and set them on the table.
"Notice I didn't slash your cloths." Chris raised an eyebrow.
"Oh Chris." Steph shook her head. "So are you ready for tomorrow?"
"You bet." Chris cleared his throat. "Kane wont know what hit him."
"Hopefully it wont be the flu."
"I'm all better Steph." Chris smiled arrogantly. "Come on, does this look sick to you?" He posed.
"Hmm." Stephanie smirked, hands on hips. "That depends on how one defines sick."
"Shut up." Chris smirked back. "Oh." He looked at the clock. "I'd better get my things ready, my flight leaves late tonight."
"Well, good luck then." Stephanie kissed him. She saw Joey smiling at her, she grinned back. "And this one's from your son."
Chris expected another kiss, but instead, Stephanie socked him in the arm. Joey laughed and Chris smirked at his son, so much like him. He patted Joey's head and left the room. Stephanie picked him up and smiled, relieved that Chris hadn't died after all. She realized that she wasn't like the widow on tv after all. But is Stephanie counting her chickens before they hatch?
