One month passed. Mary had begun to feel better but still exhausted easily. Braden and Brielle had returned home for a week but then they went back to stay with Thomas, who agreed to take care of them until things got sorted out. Meanwhile, as Mary began to improve, I began to feel ill; I tried to wait it out for a week but then secluded myself in one of the spare rooms, too nauseous and with a fever, to move while Edward, Thomas, and Charlotte all took turns caring for my wife, while I lay in bed vomiting my insides out. I knew it wasn't pneumonia. My breathing was normal; I just felt miserable and hated vomiting. But it wasn't anything I couldn't handle on my own. I'd dealt with much worse before.

I was lying in bed, trying to sleep when Peter entered the spare room I was in and asked, "Are you feeling any better Will?"

I sat up slowly and was about to reply when my stomach lurched too fast for me to get to the pail, and I projectile vomited all over my brother's front. Peter took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and wrinkled his nose.

"I'll take that as a no…"

"Sorry Pe"

Peter grabbed the pail and held it under me but I missed again, and projectiled in his face.

"God damn you, Will! You're disgusting!" Said Peter wiping vomit off his face. "I'm taking a bath and stealing a change of clothes from you."

"Sorry." I said giving him a pitiful look.

(Peter's POV)

I left my brother in the spare room, dripping and reeking of vomit. On my way to the washroom after getting clothes from Will's chest of drawers, I ran into Edward, who was also over at Will's taking care of Mary as I did chores around the house.

"Good Lord Peter, what happened to you?"

"Will missed the pail. Twice." I replied disgustedly.

Edward smirked, trying to stifle a snicker.

"Look here Edward, do shut up; you're not covered in partially digested food. God, what did Will eat?"

Edward shrugged.

"I don't know. But clean yourself up before you permeate the house with the stench of it."

"No." I replied sarcastically. "I'll just stay this way."

Edward rolled his eyes.

"Just go, Peter. You're disgusting."

"Thank you." I replied flatly, and continued on the washroom.