A/N Ok this chap is based on how I feel right now, I have an awful cold! 

Chapter 6: Sick and Healing

Week 27

Cruz woke up feeling really crappy. She was exhausted and her body ached. Her throat ached, her head pounded and her eyes felt swollen. A cough erupted from her throat, her aching lungs bursting into flames.

She held her throat and turned over, Bosco had decided not to sleep over last night, they had spent the day working on the baby's room and he had been exhausted.

She got up slowly, the ground swirling. She blinked to clear her head. The baby shifted slightly for a second and her mind wandered to whether the baby was sick when she was. She pulled her robe tight around her, she was shivering a bit.

She turned the stove on to make some tea for herself, maybe it would help her throat. She put the water on and retreated to her couch. I should probably call Bosco she thought. She went in search of the phone but sat back down quickly, she was too tired.

The whistle of the kettle screeched and she went to take it off the round. In her delusional state she reached out, grabbing the side of the kettle. As the heat seeped in she yanked her hand back, letting out a shriek of pain.

She slid to the ground, holding her hand. It was a bright, angry red, already swelling up. A few tears escaped down her cheeks and she grabbed the phone above her then shoved the kettle off the stove.

She quickly dialed Bosco's number; he picked up almost immediately "Hello?" Cruz started to sob, her hand flaring in pain. "Cruz?"

"Yeah" she managed to let out

"What's wrong! Is it the baby?"

She swallowed a sob "No, I had an accident; I think you need to take me to the emergency room." She hung up the phone.

Bosco went ballistic. He threw on clothes and raced out the door. Why couldn't she tell me what happened? As he pulled up he threw open the door, not bothering to turn the car off, but racing up the stairs. He entered the apartment and found her sobbing in the kitchen clutching her hand.

"Bosco..."

He sat down next to her "Yeah? What happened?"

She coughed "I'm sick; I stuck my hand on the kettle." He pulled her hand out, and winced. Her hand was a bright pink, swollen and puffy. The skin was already peeling.

"Ok, we have to go to the emergency room; do you feel good enough to go?" She nodded, allowing herself to be helped off the floor and out to his car.

"You're sure the baby's ok?" Cruz nodded again.

When they arrived there Bosco helped her into the ER. The doctor saw them almost immediately

"What happened here?" He asked gently.

Cruz cradled her hand "I have a cold and went to make myself some tea, instead of grabbing the handle I grabbed the kettle.

The doctor winced "Ok, we'll need to put on some ointment and a bandage; you don't want an infection, not with that little one on the way."

Cruz nodded and the doctor began his work.

An hour later Bosco took Cruz home, her hand thoroughly bandaged and covered. When they got home Cruz fell asleep instantly and Bosco watched her in worry. He made her some soup and set out her medication, one for the cold, one for her hand. I should have stayed last night! He told himself.

A small voice came from the bed "No Bosco, It's ok, it's not your fault" He turned, amazed that she could tell what he was thinking. "Thanks for the soup"

He nodded, sitting on the bed "You feeling any better?" Cruz shook her head "Not really, the baby's moving a lot though." Bosco smiled, even when she was sick Cruz thought of the baby.

Week 28

Over the next few days Cruz slept a lot while Bosco worked on "something".

Finally a week later Cruz felt good enough to get up. She got up and went to the living room. Bosco was asleep on the couch. She fixed a bit of breakfast and sat down on the couch. It was a bit hard to eat with one hand and she still couldn't taste very much so she gave up quickly.

Bosco woke and saw her sitting on the end of the couch "You're up!"

She nodded, "I'm still not great, but I want to be up"

Bosco grinned "Well, I have something to show you" Cruz smiled and Bosco took her hands "Close your eyes"

She obliged and let him lead her down the hall.

When he stopped he said "Open your eyes"

She did and she gasped, bringing a hand to her mouth, it was the baby's room, he had finished it. It was gorgeous! The crib was in the corner, comforter and everything, the room was painted the light shade of green, the change table was set up, there were little piles of baby clothing in the drawers, and the shelf was up, with a baby bear on top. She gazed around until something caught her eye

"Bosco is that mine?" He nodded and she began to cry. In the corner sat a weathered rocking chair, Cruz had seen it before. It had been her mother's. "Bosco how did you…"

Bosco smiled, pulling her close. "I went to a thrift store, just to look and I found it. It had your parents name on it. When I asked about it they said it was from a deceased couple and I knew it had to be your parents, now you'll be able to rock our baby in it."

Cruz's face was tearstained but she went and sat down in it, her hands sheltering their baby and rocked back and forth.

She could feel the baby calmly moving, rolling and tumbling in her uterus and it calmed her. She rubbed her hand on her stomach and smiled at Bosco "Thank you, Thank you so much"

TBC…K I know the whole rocking chair thing is a bit out there but I wanted Cruz to have something from her past.