How could you
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Rey lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. He was feeling weak and tired, but he was sick of sleeping. Eddie never left his side. At the moment, he was sleeping, finally. Dave came out of the kitchen.
"Hey Rey, you hungry?" he asked. The answer was no, but he didn't want to worry Eddie and Dave.
" I suppose." he said. Dave nodded and came back a few minutes later with some soup. Rey tried to sit up, but was still too weak.
"Rey, lay down." Dave said, putting a hand on Rey's shoulder. Dave helped him eat and as soon as he was done, Rey fell asleep.
A few hours later, Rey woke up, his stomach churning.
"Well," he thought "if the point of eating was not to worry his friends it wasn't a good idea because throwing it all back up would definitely worry them." He couldn't control it. Dave came out. Now he was definitely worried. Eddie woke.
"I Think we should call a doctor." he said. Dave nodded.
"I have a friend he in LA who works at CGH." Dave said.
"Ok, call him," Eddie said, feeling Rey's forehead. "his fever has spiked again." Dave called his friend Dr. Jesse Travis.
"He'll be here in 10 minutes." Dave said.
"Good." Eddie said, wiping Rey's forehead with the damp cloth again.
Jesse came and examined Rey.
"Its Gastroenteritis," he said "keep him in bed, give him lots of fluids, bland foods, and here is an antibiotic." he said.
"Thanks Jess." Dave said.
"No problem." Jesse said, and left.
They turned to Rey. He was sleeping peacefully.
Life was finally back to normal as Rey lace up his boots for his first match since he had gotten sick. Summerslam He heard Chavo and Carlito arguing about something or other. Eddie walked into the locker room.
"Hey." he said.
"Hey, what are Chavo and Carlito arguing about?" he asked.
"Whose the better wrestling family." Eddie said. They both laughed. It was good to be back.
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