A/N: I do not own Jessie
When I woke up it was still dark out. I squinted up at the clock on the wall and saw that it was only three am. I don't understand why I am awake still, I soon realize that my nose is runny and my throat feels like someone has stabbed it.
I then realized what is going on, I'm sick. Great, I hate being sick, maybe I can tough it out.
But the idea of toughing it out is brought to an end when I jump out of my bed and run to the garbage can that is in my room from when I had tippers and throw up.
Then, because I was in this little kid body, I start to cry. How pathetic I feel, a crying child just because I threw up. But it is icky!
All of the sudden my bedroom door opens and the light turns on, it burns my eyes which makes me start to cry louder.
"Hey, Destiny what's wrong?" I hear mom ask as she walks over, then she sees what has happened, "oh no." She says as she picks me up and brings me to the bathroom.
She quietly wipes my face with a cool cloth, which I wish I could do cause I feel like a baby even more now, and brushes my teeth my make my mouth less icky.
"Want to change?" she asks me. I nod and she picks me up and out to my dresser. She grabs my PJ's and puts me in them before sitting down on the bed with me. I can tell she is tired, but I guess being a mom comes first.
"Mommy you tired." I point out. She shrugs and kisses my forehead then leans her forehead on the crown of my head.
"Oh well, how do you feel?" she asks me.
"Icky." I say as I rest my head against her neck. She sighs and rocks me, but soon the bedroom door opens.
"Christina?" I hear dad say as the door closes and footsteps come closer to the bed.
"Hey." Mom says quietly as I feel her look up at him.
"What happened? I heard crying and was going to get it but you got up..." dad says, I look over to see he is bent in front of mom so he is eye level with me.
"She's sick." Mom says. I don't do anything, I just stare at dad. I feel so vulnerable it makes me feel grosser than I already feel.
"You okay Dest?" dad asks. I shake my head and he sighs then looks as though he gets an idea, "Come on," he says to mom as he stands up. Mom looks at him confusedly but stands up and follows him with me.
We go into their bedroom and he grabs the travel crib, from when I was a baby and is still put together, from the closet and takes me from mom and places me in it.
"There," he says as he hugs her. She sighs and rests her head on his chest.
"It breaks my heart for any of them to be in pain." She says miserably.
"I know, but we're going to have to try and fix it the best we can. This is all we can do for now though, so let's go to bed." He says as he lets go of her and gently pushes her towards the bed and he walks to his side. Mom leans over the crib and kisses my forehead.
"Sleep well Dest." She whispers before climbing into bed, I sigh. This would have been easier if I didn't cry.
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