Cooper had brought Trenton to lie down in my office so he could continue to work. Trenton's bag of Valentine's were thrown on the floor next to the couch, along with his green backpack. A bottle of Sprite and a TV remote sat on the coffee table. Trenton was curled up in a tight ball with a blanket thrown over his shivering body. He had his book thrown carelessly on the floor next to a bucket for him to throw up into.
"Hey buddy. How are you feeling?" I asked.
"Like crap. I'm used to it." Trenton said.
"Did Melanie like your Valentine?" I asked.
"She doesn't even know. I was going to give it to her and well I threw up." Trenton said.
"Oh I'm sorry kiddo." I said and sat down by his feet. He sat up and I wrapped my arms around me.
"No girl could ever love a sick kid like me." He said sadly. I smiled.
"Kiddo you know that isn't true. Cooper and Mason, and Anthony, we all love you." I said.
"No offense mom, but you're way too old for me." Trenton said. I laughed.
"I see your point, but you won't always be sick kiddo." I said.
"How do you know?" Trenton asked.
"Because I just know. It's a mother's instinct." I said. Trenton sighed and grabbed his bucket. I rubbed his back while he threw up and then made him drink some sprite.
"I wish I was normal." Trenton sighed.
"You will be some day kiddo. I'm going to make you some Chicken Noodle Soup. Sound good?" I asked. Trenton nodded. I smiled and ruffled his hair before leaving the room. Addison smiled at me as she walked by. Mark was close behind her. He nodded politely on his way by. When I walked into the kitchen Violet and Pete were making out.
"Oops. Sorry Charlotte." Pete said.
"Do the words public place mean anything to you two?" I asked annoyed and grabbed a can of chicken noodle soup out of the cupboard.
"Yes they do, I said sorry did I not?" Pete smirked. Violet blushed.
"I'm sorry Charlotte." She said and scooted away from Pete. "How's Trenton?" Violet asked. I poured the soup into a bowl.
"He's really sick. That stupid chemo." I said and stuck the bowl into the microwave.
"Yeah. Chemo's tough on someone. Especially the littler people." Pete said. I nodded.
"Definitely." Violet agreed.
"I just hope this was his last round." I said and punched in two minutes and thirty seconds on the microwave.
"Yeah. Poor kid." Pete agreed. Trenton walked into the kitchen with a blanket wrapped around his shoulders.
"Mommy I feel really shaky." He said. I pulled him into a hug and stroked his hair.
"I know kiddo. I'm sorry. Did you drink some more Sprite?" I asked.
"It just made me throw up even more." He said.
"I know kiddo, but you have to stay hydrated. Did you drink it all?" I asked. Trenton nodded. I went to the fridge and pulled out a club soda. I went into the cupboard and pulled out a bottle of Finagrin medicine. I gave Trenton one and he took it with the club soda. "Go lay down and drink as much as you can." I told him. Trenton nodded and walked off with his club soda. Violet smiled sympathetically.
"Poor Trenton." She sighed. My stomach took a nasty turn and I suddenly felt nauseas. The microwave went off and I pulled the chicken noodle soup out. The smell hit my nose and I lost my breakfast all over the counter, in the process I managed to drop the bowl and have it shatter on the floor.
"Shoot!" I said angrily. Violet came over to me while Pete cleaned up my mess. She felt my forehead.
"Charlotte you're burning up." She exclaimed.
"That's ridiculous. I'm fine." I insisted.
"Obviously you aren't. You just threw up." Violet said. Mark and Addison came in. Mark went to help Pete and Violet and Addison led me to an exam room.
"I'm fine." I insisted when Addison started running an ultrasound.
"I don't believe you. Anthony is fine, but you are not." Addison said after she found Anthony's heartbeat to be strong.
"I'm fine." I insisted again. Addison took my temperature.
"102. 4 is not fine. Violet call Cooper." Addison ordered. Violet nodded and left.
"It's just the stomach virus." I said.
"That being so I want to admit you until it passes. It's not good for Anthony." Addison said.
"Admit me? Seriously? Over a stupid little stomach virus?" I asked outraged.
"It's different since you're pregnant." Addison said. I sighed. Cooper busted in.
"Charlotte? Are you okay? Addison is she okay?" He asked frantically.
"She's just got the stomach virus but I want to admit her until she gets over it so we can make sure Anthony is still getting the nutrients he needs." Addison said.
"It's insane. I don't need to be admitted." I protested.
"I agree with Addison Char. Just to be safe. I'll take Trenton home. Page me when you get her in a room." Cooper said and left. I rolled my eyes.
"Thanks a lot Montgomery." I huffed.
"Anytime Dr. King." Addison smirked. Addison drove me over to St. Ambrose and admitted me.
"I still think this is ridiculous." I said as an intern finished my IV. Addison grinned and scribbled something onto my chart. Cooper came in to see me later.
"Hey Char." He said and flopped down into a chair.
"Everything okay Coop?" I asked.
"Mason got sick." Cooper said and rubbed his eyes.
"How bad is he?" I asked.
"He's not bad at all." Cooper said.
"Temperature?" I asked.
"100. 2" Cooper recited.
"How often?" I asked.
"Twice every time he eats." Cooper replied. I nodded.
"Okay, so he isn't that bad. How about Trenton?" I asked.
"He's been out cold ever since you gave him the Finagrin." Cooper replied. I nodded.
"Good. Poor kid needs some rest." I said. Cooper nodded.
"Yeah. He's tired, but we're going to get through this. Remember Dr. King?" He asked and climbed into bed with me. He wrapped his hands around my bump and stuck his chin on my shoulder.
"I love you Cooper." I said.
"I love you too Charlotte." He whispered. My eyes slid closed and I slipped into a dream.