"So what's like...next on that bucket list? Hm-hm-heh..." Beavis questioned as he walked to school with Deidra.
"Hmmm..." Deidra looked at the list.
"Get a tattoo." She replied.
"Cool! Heh-heh! Me too!" Beavis happily agreed. He knew that getting a tattoo would hurt but wanted to get one with Deidra for support.
"What do you wanna get?" Deidra asked later, that day as she and Beavis walked into the cafeteria, together.
"What if we got matching ones? Heh-heh!" Beavis suggested with a sweet smile.
"Okay." Deidra agreed, smiling back. Walking to the lunch-table with Beavis, she stopped suddenly, her stomach still aching. She looked ahead of her and saw Beavis talking with Butthead. She decided to ignore the pain and enjoy time with her husband and friend though she could not help but wonder why she felt this way. Her stomach never ached like this before.
It made her almost-afraid to go back in the Maxi-Mart. As she sat down, she could not help but wonder if Beavis felt sick as well. After a few vulgar jokes were exchanged, Beavis and Butthead grabbed their lunches and took a seat at the table, next to Deidra.
"Hey guys!" Deidra greeted them, playing with the food on her tray so it looked like she was eating.
"What's going on?" She questioned.
"Someone stole my Mom's old engagement ring last night, uh-huh-huh..." Butthead sighed in frustration as Beavis appeared progressively nervous.
"Really?" Deidra asked.
"That's awful! Maybe I could help you find it." She offered before looking over at Beavis.
"You ok, sweetie?" She questioned, hoping he that was not feeling sick like she was.
"Oh, yeah! Yeah, heh-heh!" Beavis chuckled nervously.
"I just need to go to the bathroom..." He semi-lied as he hobbled to the bathroom in discomfort, clutching his stomach. He had begun to feel nauseous as well. He secretly wondered if the cheese that was on the nachos he and Deidra had consumed the night before had gone rancid as he entered the boy's bathroom to throw up.
"C'mon Beavis…" Deidra sighed softly once Beavis had exited the boys' bathroom with a hand on his sick stomach.
"Let's go home and I'll take care of you." She kissed his cheek, beginning to rub his back.
"B-But what about your tattoo?" Beavis reminded as he seemed to care more about pleasing Deidra than his own health.
"We'll get them done another time…" Deidra insisted.
"Right now, I just want you to feel better…" Her stomach made a few gurgling noises but she ignored them. She cared more about Beavis' health than her own.
"O-Okay..." Beavis reluctantly agreed with a sickly groan before following Deidra back to his trailer. As Deidra and Beavis entered Beavis' bedroom, Deidra had to do all she could not to grasp her own stomach. She was feeling worse, feeling like she was going to be sick but she only cared about Beavis and how he felt. Lying on the bed, beside him, Deidra gently removed her husbands hands from his sick stomach and gently lifted his shirt up, rubbing his stomach gently and carefully. She was sure Beavis felt the same way she did, if not worse.
"Your poor tummy…" She cooed softly, trying to sound a lot better than she felt. She leaned down and kissed Beavis' forehead which was a little warm.
"Yeah, heh-heh..." Beavis agreed. His voice was strained and barely above a whisper. In a way, Deidra wanted to cry. Beavis looked sick and helpless, his stomach making loud, sickly noises even at the softest touch.
"Is there anything I can do for you?" She asked as she continued to gently rub his tender belly.
"Hold me..." Beavis whimpered as he cuddled up to his wife. Scooting closer to her husband, Deidra gently took Beavis in her arms, wrapping her arms around his waist and using one hand to continue rubbing his tummy. It took all she had not to groan out loud because of the pain in her own stomach. Beavis began to relax at the soothing rubbing before eventually falling asleep in Deidra's arms. When she was sure he was asleep, Deidra kissed her husband's head and gently laid him on the bed, beside her.
She grasped her stomach as another sharp pain hit it. As quietly as she could, she walked into the bathroom, getting sick shortly after. Beavis awoke a few, hours later with a startled gasp after having had yet-another nightmare. He quickly looked around, in search of Deidra.
"Beavis?" Deidra groggily questioned as she slowly lifted her head from where she slept, beside him.
"Y-You ok?" She leaned over and felt of his forehead; he still felt kind of warm.
"I-I'm fine, babe; i-it was just a bad dream, hm-hm-heh..." Beavis explained.
"Wanna talk about it?" Deidra questioned
"P-Promise you won't make fun of me? Heh-heh..." Beavis whimpered as he remembered how Butthead would often make fun of him for being the weaker of the two.
"I'd never make fun of you!" Deidra reassured him as she gently wrapped her arms around him, leaning his head on her chest and stroking his back.
"S-Sometimes when I'm like...real worried about things I dream about them and stuff...I-I dreamed that you...died in bed, next to me and I couldn't wake you up..." Beavis recounted his dream, on the verge of tears. Deidra held her husband closer to her for comfort.
"It's okay, Beavis; I'm okay…I'm right here…" She kissed his head.
"I think part of the reason you had that dream too, is because you have a fever…" She paused.
"How's your stomach feel?" She gently laid a hand on it, a part of her afraid it would make him feel worse.
"Still a little rough, hm-hm-heh..." He replied.
"You want me to keep rubbing it for you?" Deidra offered.
"I don't feel so good either…" She admitted.
"Aw, babe..." Upon hearing that Deidra was still feeling bad, Beavis felt guilty for letting her take care of him while she was sick.
"Why don't we just like...rest and stuff? Heh-heh" He suggested. Deidra shook her head, lying back in bed with Beavis. She pulled the covers over both of them as she began to rub his stomach again.
"Because I want to make you feel better so we can get our tattoos…" She replied.
"Um...okay but I wanna make you feel better too..." Beavis reached over and began to rub Deidra's stomach as well. As good as his rubbing felt, Deidra had to fight to urge to lie back and relax. She hated seeing her husband so sick. She was used to being sick as horrible as that was.
"Beavis, please just let me take care of you. I don't want you to worry about me." She held back a hiccup, knowing she was gonna throw up if she did.
"But I love you..." Beavis pleaded.
"But I would hate for you to take care of me while you feel so sick…" Deidra added.
"But you're sick too..." Beavis reminded. Deidra nodded, lifting her shirt up slightly.
"Look at me, I'm so fat and my stomach hurts so bad…" She groaned.
"You are not fat..." Beavis reassured. It was true. Deidra knew she was not really fat but eating all that junk-food the night before made her feel huge. Ever since she got sick a couple years ago, she was not used to eating like she did and now her stomach was paying for it.
"Come here..." Beavis pulled Deidra into a gentle hug, cuddling her close like she had done for him. Deidra shut her eyes, leaning her head back against her husband's chest, relaxing under his touch.
"I never wanna eat nachos again…" She moaned sickly.
"Me neither, heh-heh...At least not for a while...Hm-hm-heh..." Beavis groaned.