1Carey was at her home, worrying over the boys again. After the long day, she could just feel she had missed something but never noticed the stain until after the twins were in the suite.

Oh, she felt like she was going to throw-up, but worse because the lump in her throat would barely let air through her esophagus. Carey needed to sit before she passed out again. Her doctor said it was going to be painful, as well as saying it wasn't going to put her into any great disability to work so she decided not to tell her twins.

I hope they can venture back up here so I can tell them the truth.

Carey sat there for a few hours, it was turning 8:00 and she realized the nausea had passed. But as she sat up, the pain made itself more obvious than ever. It was getting really hot in here too, like an oven. It must be at least 110 degrees now that she realizes it.

Carey spies across the room at the thermometer, but can't see any part of it without her glasses. She rests down onto her back and makes sure she has a phone, just in case something goes wrong. She completely overlooks the temperature and falls asleep.

Cody and Zack are waiting in the lobby, plopped on the sofa like it's their lobby. People look at them strangely and look even stranger if they overhear their conversation.

"We should probably just go up there and say something, I mean she wouldn't kill us." Cosy asked Zack.

"But we don't know what it was, and I say she's hiding something from us since she hasn't tried to explain anything in the last four hours." Zack was right and he knew that Cody knew too. Besides, she was going to have to play the first card because she could lie more easily if they'd asked her. This way, she felt more guilty.

Cody got up and raced for the stairs, and climbed them even faster, knowing Zack was right behind him. Zack always got tired even walking up the stairs, but his twin could run up the whole flight. He got to the twenty-third floor and ran for their suite. He opened the door and awoke Carey instantly, hearing his hard breathing. She had tears in her eyes from sleeping, and a headache that throbbed through her body.

"Mom! What was that? I'm not coming any closer or anything, I just want things to be back to normal and know what the hell that blood was and why it was there!" Cody screamed. Even Zack, four floors down in the stairway heard him.

"Honey," Carey began, feeling the tears run down her face, "I am so sorry for what you felt when you saw that. I am having too many stress related problems and I was beginning to bleed internally." she paused, not looking at her son. "I had the problem fixed two days ago and now it might be starting again, but I just can't stand it." Now, her voice was barely audible through her sobs. Zack walked in and was shocked and confused for the moment. "It hurts so much and I was so nauseated I threw up on the sofa and never cleaned it 'till you got home. But I didn't want to have to tell you two because you need to be happy through me. Because your father is aggravating the hell out of me and you two get into so much trouble and Moseby is mad at me for falling on my last performance onto a guest and April's mother died." Now she sat there, crying.

Cody walked up to her on the couch and sat next to her. She looked at him and looked back down. Zack came over and they all hugged one another, not caring about anything else. Especially the temperature in the room.

The next day, everything was back to normal. Carey was at her doctor's office right now as the boys played video games to kill time. It was eleven in the morning and Zack was starting to feel hungry. "Hey Cody, what's that new stuff you made when Maddie slept over last weekend?"

"For breakfast, I made eggs benedict. Why?"

"I'll have two servings of that and freshly squeezed orange juice, without pulp of course."

"I'll make breakfast for you if you clean your room."

"I'll clean it if you ran around in the hotel butt naked except for a clown's red nose until Moseby went into chronic arrest." Zack looked over to see the expression he would get. Blank. "In other words: Not gonna happen."

"Well then I'll make you breakfast, clean our room, clean the kitchen, and run around this floor butt naked except for a scarf, if you clean the living room" Cody kept concentrating on the game.

"Sounds fair to me." Zack said, seeing the living room to be perfectly clean, since Muriel no longer worked on this floor.

"Alright." Cody looked at him, smiled and walked to the kitchen. "Eggs benedict, let's see. I'll need a pot for poaching eggs, a pot for sauce, four eggs, a packet of bearnaise sauce, and flour, baking soda, salt, and milk for the biscuit." After gathering it all, he began hurling it across the room at his brother who held a pillow up to his defense.

Cody ran to the bedroom and threw everything on Zack's side onto Zack once again. Then he ran to the kitchen and threw dirty silverware and pots.

Zack got up from the couch, glaring at Cody, but said nothing because of what he was seeing. He stripped all clothes, found a scarf and ran around the hallway and back into his bedroom.

Zack smiled, and began picking things up. He felt satisfied.

All of a sudden the door flew open and at least thirty people came into the room, obviously upset. Zack was being yelled at for what his brother did and Cody was no where to be seen, so of course the crowd didn't believe anything he said.

When it was all over, Cody came out from the closet and sat on the couch, feeling like laughing himself to death, but not in front of Zack.

I must have confused him really bad, Since I didn't loose my composure. Wonder why he's not yelling at me.

Zack went back to cleaning up the place until everything was back to normal.He sat on te couch and looked at Cody, as he stared back. And they continued their game.

Well, Cody thought, He certainly confused me.