Bandit was up and down all night. She got a lot more sleep than me though. I got an hour at max. B got about 3 hours of sleep, by the time it was 7 o'clock in the morning. Lyn's alarm was going off from the room next to B's; I only wished it wasn't. Bandit would wake up every 30 minutes and either puke or go to the bathroom dry heave. I thought about taking her to the hospital in the middle of the night, but she fell asleep. She was really asleep now of course when I couldn't go back to bed. Bandit never wanted me to leave, so I'd stay. I'd rub her back or her head when she was crying because of her stomach or throat.

She'd wake herself up coughing or about to puke. I even had to clean up her puke on the floor twice from where she didn't make to the bathroom. Leaning back on her bedside table, my eyes trying to stay up, I hear Lindsey call my name. "Gerard?" she yelled and walked into B's room to see me in my boxer's almost asleep sitting down. "There you are, is she any better?" Lyn's leaned down to me and it made me jump a little, not fully awake at all.

"No, she's not. She's worse." Yawning in the middle of talking "I'm taking her to the doctor once she's up; I think she's got the flu." Lyn's shook her head and kissed B on the head. Lindsey went back down and looked at me. "Baby, you aren't looking good yourself. Maybe, I should take her to the doctor; how long have you been in here?"

"I've been here since 11 o'clock at night. Lyn's I'm fine, I'll take her." Lindsey gave me a worried look and started talking "Okay…Call me the minute you get there." She kissed me and left for work.

I got up to take a shower, and hoped Bandit would still be asleep. The shower water was and hot felt amazing. Cleaning every itch of myself with soap and watching my hair through the hot water; felt amazing.

I got after a quick shower and grabbed a towel wrapping it around myself. I heard coughing from inside B's room, knowing she was awake. I put fresh boxers and jeans on, with a plaid shirt. I walked faster out of my room to go to Bandit.

She was crying and coughing, sweaty and red. I walked fast over to her picking her up. "Daddy-I-don't-feel-good" she said crying into my shoulder. "I know pumpkin; we're going to help you feel better."

B was still in her PJ's but at this point I didn't care; she was dressed she could go. I put her in her car seat and gave her a trash bag, in which she puked in right when I gave her it to her. Coughing getting into the car, putting my seat belt on, I started driving. "Damn, it's hot in here." I said forgetting B was in the car. "Is it hot to you, pumpkin?" She shook her head kept her hand on her stomach. Me and her coughed at same time. I put the air on me.

We got to the doctor's office and held Bandit going in. I checked her in and within about 10 minutes the doctor called "Bandit Way?"

We both got up. I got up too fast and got a head rush, which was weird for me. I never got those. Getting my version back I held B's hand and went in; going straight to her room. "Hello Bandit, Mr. Way." I nodded; didn't exactly know why. "So, what's wrong with little Bandit, here?"

"She's been puking all night, her throat is sore, nose is running" I coughed 5 times before talking again "She has a high fever, last time I checked 103. She's sweating a lot." The nurse nodded typing it into her laptop. My stomach was starting to turn; I was thinking I was going to puke. 'No I do not have what B has, I'm fine.' I told myself in my head. The nurse turned to me "Are you okay, sir?" she asked me. Looking up with heavy eyes, I nodded; nodding a little too fast making my head hurt.

"Are you sure? The doctor can check you too." I nodded again slowly; "I'm" coughing between my words again "I'm fine."

The nurse almost rolled her eyes and started talking "Well, the doctor will be in a few minutes." I nodded, holding my stomach a bit. "Daddy, I'm going to" she dry heaved and finished her sentence "puke." I moved the trash can over to her and rubbed her back. She didn't 'puke' per say, it was the yellow mucus at the bottom of her stomach; which couldn't be good.

The door opened and appeared a woman in a white coat, like you see on TV. "Hello, Mr. Way, Bandit." She didn't want shake hands or anything. "I hear you're not feeling good Bandit?" She nodded. "Well, from all the symptoms' she has the flu." I thought I was going to puke right then and there. 'Hold it in Gerard…hold it in. I'm fine. Just relax.' I told myself. "Mr. Way? Mr. Way?"

"Yes ma'am?" I asked noticing how much I was sweating. "I asked if you wanted me to give her a shot or 5 day medicine, you weren't answering sir." I nodded. "The" I coughed almost doing more "The medicine." I said lightly. I was getting light-headed not listening very well. I saw Bandit in the cover of my eye coughing looking at me, scared. "Sir, Sir? Are you okay, sir?" She was asking me. I got up and walked out of the room, to the nearest trash can, vomiting in it. The doctor was coming to me as I was puking, making Bandit get up, I was scaring her.

"Sir, can I take your temperature? You're burning up."

"No, I'm fine." I said, fanning myself off. My version was going blurry and my feet were weightless. I felt my feet give and my face hit something hard. My version still blurry, hearing nurses say a number 105. Wonder what that means? I heard Bandit coughing and yelling something. I couldn't hear too well. Then I was out.