Serena shot up her forehead was full of sweat and she was clammy, her head felt really heavy she looked down to Edward still there asleep had he really been this caring? Deciding to get a glass of water from the bathroom Serena got out of bed but had to grab hold of the bedside table to balance herself as the room fell sideways, then a sudden harsh vibrating sound caused her to jump.
"Yes?" she asked the caller.
Michael Spence was stood outside AAU looking very annoyed, "Rena are Sedward planning on coming into today or are you two still in the land of St George's, where Consultants don't need to be on time?" Michael asked tapping his watch.
"St George's people are not," Serena then decided not to argue about the St George's comment, "Forget it what's the time?" Serena then saw that it was morning daylight outside, "Oh shit."
"Yeah oh shit in deed now are you planning to join us or not?" Michael asked then he heard her coughing down the phone, "On second thoughts take today off… I don't want you infecting patients."
"I'm fine Michael," Serena argued she heard the American chuckle down the phone, "What's so funny?"
"Come on Rena if that was me sounding like that you would have me straight home," Michael joked a bit more sympathetic, "So what is it? Cold, Flu?"
"Flu," Serena answered she sat down on the bed.
"Alright keep your fluids up and do something about the cough don't want you contracting Pneumonia too," Michael then realised how insensitive that sounded, "Sorry that was out of order… look just get yourself better now enough about you where's your Ex?"
"Oh Edward-"
"Oh so it's Edward now? No 'Satan' or 'infuriating man'?" Michael said chuckling, "Give it a week the pair of you will be in bed together in no time."
'Bit late for that' Serena thought to herself, "Well Edward was the name he was born with… I don't think he intended on becoming Satan."
"Anyway where is he?" Michael asked impatiently he heard Serena breath crackly down the phone, "Well?"
"I don't know," Serena lied Edward woke up, "Urmm try phoning him?"
"No the thought never occurred to contact him," Michael said sarcastically, "If you happen to get hold of Edward please send him to Holby."
"Will do," Serena cut off the call and laid back down head banging, "That was Michael… you do realise it's half nine?"
"What?!" Edward asked jumping up, "What do I say?"
"I don't know you're the genius of lies remember?" Serena asked reminding him of his little story to help Mary-Claire, "Remember to never turn up late with your coat on."
"Want me to get you anything from the shop after my shift?" Edward asked.
"Yeah actually could you get me some fruit pastels and Lucozade? Original preferably," Serena asked Edward leant over her.
"Of course," he kissed her on the lips, "Rest OK," he pushed his head down a bit to look stern.
"Yes I know," Serena closed her eyes again, "Thank you."
Edward smiled and drove like Lewis Hamilton to work.
…
He snuck into the changing rooms, placed his stethoscope around his neck and walked out.
"Ah and Satan arrives," Michael said walking down to greet Edward, "Serena's not well."
Edward had to do his best to sound shocked, "Why what's wrong?" he asked putting his best concerned face on.
"Flu and a cough," Michael answered, "So what's your excuse?" Michael asked flicking through his iPad patient list.
"Car broke down," Edward lied on the spot, "And then my newest Ex's solicitor rang."
Michael felt sympathy for Edward, "Ah the dreaded solicitor… sorry to hear."
"Don't be," Edward sat the nurse's station he had no patients at the moment.
"Luckily I can't fire you for being late," Michael winked, "So how is the land of Sedward?"
"Sorry?" Edward asked confused.
"Like Jedward just with Serena," Michael sat down, "So anything interesting happening?" Michael knew there was something going on, he wasn't stupid and he knew Serena.
"Nothing," Edward answered straight faced, "What makes everyone think something is going on?"
"Because," Michael leant forward eyeing his fellow colleague, "It's written all over her face so Eddie spill."
"Don't call me Eddie," Edward requested nicely.
"Hey if I can get away with calling Serena 'Rena', I can get away with calling you Eddie," Michael winked and sat back.
"Look nothing is going on OK," Edward kept his poker face Michael searched his face for any answers, but Edward was keeping his poker face.
"Fine," Michael walked away looking miserable he was convinced there was something going on, Edward leant forward and watched the ward go by. His thoughts were disturbed by a finger tapping his shoulder.
"I have a hernia removal operation I could use your area of expertise," Ric sat down next to Edward, "Where's Serena?"
"Ill according to Michael," Edward once again didn't want to let off that he had stayed the night, "The flu."
"Oh explains why mine and Michael's theatre last has grown about two pages," Ric joked Edward laughed, "So can you join me?"
"Happy to help," Edward answered suddenly he wasn't feeling too good, "When do you want me?" he asked.
"About now," Ric walked off to the scrub room. Edward stood up, and had to quickly grab onto the desk to balance himself.
"Thank you Serena," Edward said through gritted teeth – trust her to pass on her illness to him.
…
In theatre Edward was finding it hard to concentrate his head was heavy and was pounding, "Edward you OK?" Ric asked he had turned his head for a second.
"I'm fine," Edward lied he knew he should tell the truth especially down in theatre; a sterile area but how would he explain picking up the flu without giving away he had been around Serena?
Ric signalled for Johnny who was observing to feel Edward's forehead, "You've got a fever," he said taking his hand away.
"A mild fever," Edward corrected the Scottish nurse.
"When did the fever start?" Johnny asked.
"Not long ago," Edward told the truth this time. Johnny sighed.
"If you've got a fever and whatever is coming next you should be at home," Johnny scolded, "I'm pretty sure you don't want to infect theatre and all the patients?"
"Edward if you're not well take yourself home," Ric suggested well more ordered, "I can get Will to cover for you."
"So like my mum always says and my sisters yesterday: Shut yer greetin' an' gie yerself tae scratcher!"
"Huh?" Edward asked he wasn't in the right mind to understand some of the sayings.
"Scratcher meaning bed," Johnny corrected, "Now go."
Edward stood up and walked out feeling relieved it had becoming increasingly hot in theatre, due to the lamps.
…
Edward decided to get two bottles of lucozade and two packets of pastels because he needed the drink too. He knocked on Serena's front door and walked in he found her in the kitchen, "Here," Edward said placing the stuff on the counter.
"You sound awful if you don't mind me pointing out," Serena had filled a mug with a hot lemon and honey drink, "Have I passed my flu onto you?"
"It's either you or there's a flu virus going round," Edward replied, "And I have a slight feeling I might have just passed it onto Ric and Johnny," Edward sat on the stool and leant his head down.
Serena placed her hand to his forehead, "Now you're the one burning up."
"You still don't look one hundred percent yourself," Edward observed, "Now I hate to leave you but there's a bed calling me and I need it."
"Why don't you stay?" Serena suggested placing one hand on the counter, "We're both ill… and it's like chicken pox get it over and done with."
"I believe this flu is still going to your head," Edward joked, "You're being too kind."
"When I'm ill or intoxicated I'm much more emotional," Serena admitted ashamed, "So are you going to spend it alone?"
"I'll take your offer if you don't mind?" Edward asked.
"I got a text off Ellie she's coming back home tonight," Serena picked up her phone and put it on charge, "So come on then," she ordered.
"Where?" Edward asked frowning.
"Well like I said when ill I spend my days in bed feeling sorry for myself," Serena answered, "I don't know what you do," Serena shrugged.
Edward stood up his head still swimming, "You got any painkillers?" he asked Serena walked over to the cupboard and handed him two, "Thanks."
"Now do you want to get better or not?" Serena asked Edward nodded she signalled for him to follow her. Once back upstairs Serena dominated the left side again Edward walked back over to the right and laid down, "You know there's a reason why a duvet is called a duvet."
"I thought you wouldn't allow that," Edward crawled under the covers and stared up at the ceiling, "So."
"I didn't mean to pass the flu onto you," Serena turned to face Edward "It just happened."
Edward turned to face Serena he looked really pale and his eyes were bloodshot and his nose was red, "I know," he touched her face, "Just had to be when you were ill too and Michael is convinced we're together."
"Well let's keep Yankee Doodle guessing," Serena closed her eyes as the flu drained her, "Now shut up I need sleep."
"Always so polite," Edward said laughing he watched as Serena fell asleep and kissed her head before closing his eyes.
…
Serena woke up it was dark outside she still felt like death warmed up, "Hey," she jumped when Edward greeted her, "Thought you could with this," Edward put a mug full of honey and lemon on the bedside table, "Eleanor wanted to know what I was doing here."
"What did you tell her?" Serena asked sitting up.
"I told her you were ill and needed someone to go to the shop and that I decided to stay and so some paperwork," Edward sat on the edge of the bed, "She gave me the 'of course' look and is now on Skype talking to Gabby."
"They see each other every day," Serena shook her head she did not understand the modern generation, "Bet you they're talking about us."
…
"I mean I'd just like them to tell me the truth instead of beating around the bush," Eleanor said to Gabby, "It's not like I don't agree."
"Maybe they just want to see how it goes," Gabby suggested shrugging her shoulders, "I mean it is their lives."
"Yeah I know," Eleanor said sighing, "I just wish they'd stop acting like love sick teenagers."
"Well considering your mum is supposed to hate his guts and all that it's no wonder they're not shouting it from the roof tops," Gabby added Eleanor laughed, "Plus from what I saw last year I'm sure that Mr Kill Joy likes her."
"Ah yes Mr Griffin," Eleanor laughed, "If you think he fancies my mum… you should've seen John Harrowman at St George's now he had a major crush on my mum."
"Anyway enough about what you mum and dad get up to, the concert last night!" Gabby exclaimed.
"I know!" Eleanor exclaimed happily.
…
"You should be resting," Serena said to Edward.
"So should you," Edward answered back Serena grumbled, "Drink that and you'll feel better in no time."
"And you are drinking what?" Serena asked as she took the mug off the table and drank the hot drink.
"I've got this," Edward held up the large orange Lucozade bottle he laid back down on the right side, "You're still feeling hot," he said whilst removing his hand from her forehead.
"And you," Serena placed her hand on his forehead, "Are still burning up."
"It's your fault in the first place," Edward said childishly.
"But it's not my fault your white blood cells can't fight off infections that well," Serena retaliated jokingly.
"Oh yeah says you who's white blood cells turned on your own body," Edward retaliated playfully, "Seriously your WBCs were really high."
"Shut up," Serena ordered, "Wasn't my fault."
"I know," he moved over to her further, "Sorry," he kissed her Serena kissed him back, "You should be ill more often."
"Why?" Serena asked frowning.
"Because you're more…open," Edward replied and he taped her nose, "It's nice."
Serena smiled feeling touched by his comment, "Cuddles?" Serena asked, Edward was right she thought to herself being ill made her more open and emotional.
"Well come on then," Edward held out his arms Serena moved into him and rested her head on his chest, "Love you."
Serena didn't know how to respond she looked up at him with warmth in her eyes, "Love you too."
Edward held her tight and ran his fingers through her hair, "Trust us to get ill together."
"It's like chicken pox get it over and done with," Serena said sleepily and she found herself falling asleep at Edward's touch.
…
The pair woke up to their daughter knocking on the door and she walked in, "Knew it," Eleanor said looking quite smug she leant on the door arms folded, "You should've just told me."
"I don't need a lecture right now Ellie," Serena said blocking the light from her eyes, "I'm not well."
"Have you told people at work?" Eleanor asked.
"No," Serena and Edward said together, "And it will be staying that way," Serena added sounding very strict, "Do you understand?"
"Yes I understand," Eleanor said with her hands held up, "Mr Kill Joy won't be too happy… better than Mr Harrowman trying to get into your knickers," Eleanor joked but the looks she received told her otherwise.
"Oh yeah Mr Harrowman," Serena said sounding angry, "Bloody man couldn't keep his flirtations to himself."
"Or his feelings," Edward reminded her, "Tried to kiss you one year when drunk."
"Never thanked James for stopping you from hitting him," Serena nearly thought about texting him but then she realised, how weird the text would sound.
"Oh that reminds me," Eleanor said she then pulled the invitation from her pocket, "Amelia's invited us to her birthday."
"Is it really her birthday soon?" Serena asked , "That's gone quick."
"She joined when she was what twenty-seven?" Edward asked, "So she's turning thirty-five… time had flown."
"Just a bit," Serena laughed, "Don't think the poor girl expected her mentor to be as… how do I put it without insulting myself."
"Tetchy, hormonal," Edward offered some words.
"Hormonal?" Eleanor asked sitting on the bed.
"Yeah Amelia when your mum was pregnant with you," Edward laughed at the memories, "Went well."
"Not really," Serena corrected, "Hey you don't know what they say when someone doesn't take maternity do you?" Serena asked Edward.
"I think I have an idea," Edward answered.
"They say: Don't do a Serena, keep away from theatre and make sure there's cake on demand," Serena laughed, "Oh dear."
"Made your mark then mum?" Eleanor asked joking.
"Oh yes I defiantly did," Serena answered, "What's the time?"
"Nine," Eleanor replied, "So why are you skiving off work?"
Serena frowned at her daughter disapprovingly, "I'm not skiving I have the flu."
"Uh-huh," Eleanor joked.
"Are you seriously questioning my medical judgment my dear daughter?" Serena asked, "You won't be saying that when you are in this position… that's right give a day or two you'll be laid up."
Eleanor quickly backed away, "I don't wanna be ill."
"The germs are already inside you," Edward said, "Like your mother said give it a day or two."
"La-la-la-la," Eleanor walked away not wanting to hear anymore. Serena and Edward laughed at their daughter.
"She's got your immaturity," Serena said to Edward.
"Thought you said she has your temper?"
"Yeah she does but she has your childish personality."
"Will you be OK for work tomorrow?" Edward asked.
"I only allow myself one day off and the rest I'll just wear a mask until I'm cured," Serena turned on her side, "Now I'm going back to sleep night."
"Night," Edward said, "I can always go home…if you want the bed to yourself."
"Who else is going to make my hot drinks and give me cuddles?" Serena asked sounding almost like she was married to him again, "Unless you want to go."
"I'm ill too remember who's going to make me hot drinks?" Edward asked.
"We can make each other," Serena suggested, "Now shut up and go to sleep."
"Such a good beside manor," Edward joked Serena hit him, "Good night."
A/N: Random ending I know but I hope this chapter is OK (: