Thank you for sticking with me again. *bow* and thank you for the reviews. I realized just today that I spelled "Spiegel" wrong, so I am sorry for that. ^^;; tee hee. Woops.
Chapter 3: Fever!
"Spots, dots, Ed has Chicken Pox."
Spike watched her burning, orange eyes flutter close and she fell limp into his arms. Her usually tanned skin was pale and she trembled with fever.
"Stupid kid," Spike put out his cigarette, then gently wrapped her tiny body in the blanket from his bed.
He picked her up and almost tipped over when he overcompensated. She weighed nothing! He set her on his bed and stood looking at her splotched face. It never occurred to him that she would weigh so little. In her usually state of health, catching her, let alone getting her to stand still on a scale long enough to get her weight, was impossible.
"Lunkhead," Ed muttered in her sleep.
Spike rolled his eyes.
"Jet? Got anything for Chicken Pox?"
Jet frowned at him, "Sure, but why?"
"Ed's got 'em."
Jet sighed, "Give me a second, I gotta find it."
He rooted around in the cupboard and pulled out two plastic containers. One was a square and the other a circle.
"This should help with the fever and this is for the Pox… unless it's the other way around… umm…" the large man trailed off, looking slightly confused. Spike figured he'd save him the trouble of using up precious brain cells and do it himself. He took the containers from Jet's hands.
"I'll figure it out Jet, thanks."
"Oh Spike?"
He stopped, "Yeah?"
"You sure you wanna take care of her? I know she bugs you."
Spike put up a hand dismissing the idea and went back to his room with the medicine.
Ed's sleep had become fitful and she moaned pitifully. The blush was gone from her cheeks and Spike worried despite himself. He put out his cigarette and shook her slim shoulder gently.
"Wake up Edward."
The girl's eyes opened, but they were blank and washed out by the fever.
"Spi, Spi, eat your pie, Spi,Spi…Spi…"
The eyes closed again.
"Shit," Spike said to Ein.
"Yap!"
"I know. I'll have to get her fever down before I can give her the fever medicine." He weighed the two boxes in his hands, then threw the box heedlessly over his shoulder and it bounced off the wall.
"Shitty medicine," he grumbled and lit another cigarette, then went in search of a pan to fill with water.
AN: well there it is… I have more of course. Again you must give me a little time please. It shouldn't be more than a week. Speaking of which my birthday is on March 4th, anyone care to guess how old I'm going to be? I'll tell you if you get it right. Reviews are always welcome.
Ed (strapped to a chair): Review, review… *begins to bite duct tape*
Yuki: ED! STOP THAT!