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Amita aroused from somewhere between being asleep and groggy. She sat up and stretched, her body feeling the tension from sleeping on the couch. She stood and went and got a glass of water. After feeling the coolness rushing down her throat she better. She felt totally awake after washing her face. As she stood in front of the bathroom mirror, she listened for Charlie. She could hear him tossing and turning in bed but she didn't know if he was actually awake or not. She quietly left the bathroom and ventured upstairs. She cracked his door opened and when Charlie turned at the noise, she went all the way in.

"Good morning." She said, sitting on the bed.

"'Morning." Charlie said with a yawn.

"Sleep well?"

"Not really." Charlie said with a smile and Amita knew he was trying to make her smile, which she did.

"I'm sorry. How do you feel?"

"Not well, that's for sure."

"Do you need anything?" Amita asked.

"I don't thin--" Charlie stopped mid-sentence and sat up quickly. Amita moved off his bed just in time.

"Charlie?" she called as he bolted out of the room and down the hall. She heard the bathroom door slam and winced. She walked to the bathroom and waited outside.

"Charlie? Are you okay?"

Amita put her ear to the door and listened. In response, she heard Charlie empty his stomach. The sound alone was almost enough to make Amita do the same thing.

"That is the exact reason I did not get a degree in medicine." She thought to herself. She sat down leaning on the wall across from the bathroom door. After a few minutes, the door opened and Charlie stepped out looking less than okay. Amita stood up.

"Feel better?"

"No." Charlie mumbled as he made his way back to his bed. Amita followed him and pulled the quilt around him as he laid down. She noticed the bottle of Aspirin remained unopened.

"Do you want a few Aspirin?"

"Yes please."

Amita handed Charlie the glass and two Aspirins. She watched Charlie put the pills in his mouth and swallow them and she could see he was trying hard to just keep them down. After a few seconds, Charlie handed her the glass again.

"Why don't you get some sleep?"

"I can do that." Charlie murmured into his pillow. Amita reached out and pushed a tendril off his forehead.

"I'll be downstairs if you need me."

In response she got a muffled sound. She got up and left the room. She went downstairs and started to look around for a thermometer. She hadn't gotten too far when she heard a car pull into the driveway. She went to the front window and saw Don's black SUV just as she heard the front door opened.

"Hello?"

"Hi." Amita hurried into the front hall where Don was taking off his coat.

"How's Charlie doing?" was the first thing that came out of Don's mouth. Amita had to smile at the amount of concern Don had for Charlie.

"Less than okay, that's for sure."

"What do you mean?" Don asked, heading for the lazy-boy in the living room.

"Well, he said he didn't sleep very well last night and he threw up a few minutes ago. He managed to take a couple of Aspirin and was going to go back to sleep."

"What about a fever?" Don asked.

"I was just looking for a thermometer when you pulled up."

"Charlie always ran fevers when he was sick as a kid."

"I know Don."

"Right. I'm going to go up and check on him."

"Okay."

Amita watched as Don took the stairs two at a time and smiled. It was obvious that Don cared about the well-being of his brother. She decided to do something she probably shouldn't. She quietly went up the stairs and walked to Charlie's half open door and peeked in.

A/N: Wow! Again, thanks to all who review/favorite-d my story! Here's the next chapter. Enjoy and review!