Katie whimpered as Demetrius laid her in her bed. He shushed her into silence.
"My daughter should be back with Harvey anytime now." He said
Katie relaxed a little hearing Harvey's name. But she felt so sick.
She heard the door open. She lifted her head enough to see Maru and Harvey.
Harvey rushed over. "Fill me in, what's her symptoms?" He asked Demetrius.
Katie whimpered at the fear in his voice. Was he scared for her?
"Fever, nausea, pain, coughing, sneezing…and that's all I can think of." Demetrius said.
Harvey knelt beside the bed, beginning to take Katie's pulse. Maru pulled her father towards the door.
"Let's let Harvey concentrate." She said, pushing Demetrius out the door.
As soon as they left, Katie whimpered in pain. "I'm so sorry."
"Why?" Harvey asked, writing her pulse down on a piece of paper. "It's not your fault you got sick."
"I should have been resting today," Katie said. "But I made a promise to myself that I'd go into town today and make a friend or two…"
Harvey smiled. "You should have stayed home. Your pulse is racing! Or is it just the sight of me?"
Katie blushed a little.
Harvey chuckled. "I'm just picking."
Katie groaned as nausea swept in. Harvey put his hand on hers, making her tense.
"How do you feel in general?" He asked softly.
"Like I want to sleep my troubles away." She whimpered.
Harvey felt bad for her. "Well, let me sit you up. I need to take your blood pressure and test your reflexes."
After he took her blood pressure, his anxiety began to act up. Her blood pressure was really high.
Katie could notice his breathing begin to accelerate. "Harvey? You okay?"
"Anxiety." He said, rubbing his knuckles, trembling a little. "I'm sorry."
"I understand." She smiled. "I have anxiety too."
"Have you ever had an anxiety attack?" He asked.
"Several times." She said.
"I've never had one. What usually happens when you have an attack?" He was curious to learn more about her in an effort to become friends.
"I get shaky, my chest hurts, my palms sweat, I feel queasy, and all in general, my panic level rises. It's very similar to a panic attack." Katie yawned.
"I've had a panic attack before." Harvey chuckled. "Scared the life out of my mom. Since my dad was a doctor, he knew what was wrong."
"Is that why you became a doctor?" She asked sleepily.
"I guess so. At first, I wanted to be a pilot…but with my fear of heights, I couldn't." He said softly.
She sighed. "Harvey?"
He smiled. "Yeah?"
"Can you…stay with me? Please? This is the first time I've ever been on my own." Katie asked.
"You not used to being alone when you're sick?" he asked.
"No, I'm used to it. It's just…it's a new place, I'm not able to put up a fight if someone intrudes." Katie said.
Harvey had a feeling she was lying. "You sure that's the reason?" he asked.
Katie sighed. "No, it's not."
"What's the reason?" he asked.
"I don't like being alone." Katie whimpered.
Harvey hugged her, making her feel warm inside. "Neither do I."
That night…
Harvey looked at his watch. It was midnight. Only six hours until sunrise.
Katie moaned and rolled onto her side. Harvey was really worried about her. Her pulse was so high, it was frightening.
Harvey felt her forehead. He sighed as he felt her fever pulsating off of her. "Poor thing's burning up."
Katie's eyes fluttered open. "Harvey? Why are you still awake?" She murmured.
"I can't sleep." Harvey sighed. "To be honest, I'm worried about you."
She smiled, chuckling softly. "I appreciate your concerns, but you need to get some sleep yourself."
"I know." Harvey sighed.
She scooted over in the bed, patting the empty space next to her. "Lay down beside me." She smiled.
Harvey smiled at her gesture. Hesitating at first, he crawled in the bed. Katie threw a blanket overtop his body.
"Now get some rest." Katie smiled, closing her eyes. "You need it more than I do."
Soon Katie began snoring. Harvey sighed. "No, you need it more than I do."
He laid there awake a few minutes before he fell asleep.
When he woke up, Katie wasn't in the bed. Harvey immediately panicked.
He sat up, then heard a cheery, yet pained voice. "You're awake, I see."
Harvey turned to see Katie in the kitchen, cooking.
"What are you doing out of bed?" He asked.
"I thought I'd make myself some breakfast before doing some easy work, then sleeping the rest of the day." She said. "Besides, I'm not in pain, and my nausea's gone."
Harvey smiled.
She set two plates of eggs on the table. "Thought I'd make you some breakfast too." She smiled, sitting in one chair. "To show my thanks for you staying last night."
Harvey smiled again. "Thank you."
He got out of the bed and joined her at the table. He watched as Katie began to dig into her meal. He smiled, glad she had an appetite. Sick people usually didn't eat much when they were feeling sick.
"Glad to see you have an appetite." He said, taking a bite of his eggs. He was surprised at how good they were. "Mmm…these are really good."
"Glad you like it. Wanna know my secret?" Katie asked.
"Sure."
"I let butter melt in the pan instead of using cooking spray. It gives it that creamy flavor." She said.
"Well, I like it." Harvey smiled.
"No one really likes my cooking cause they think it tastes…different." Katie sighed.
He chuckled. "Don't see why. It's delicious!"
Katie blushed.
Harvey chuckled again. "After we eat, let me look you over to see how you're doing, okay?"
Katie smiled. "Okay."
After an examination, Harvey was puzzled. Katie's pulse was still high, yet she seemed perfectly healthy now.
"Well, everything's looking okay….except your pulse and blood pressure are really high."
"It's probably my anxiety acting up." She turned red. "I told you my heart races when I have anxiety."
"Right." Harvey smiled. "Should've taken that into account."
Katie sighed.
"Something wrong?" Harvey asked.
"Yeah." She smiled. "I think I've made a friend."
"How is that a bad thing?" Harvey asked.
She motioned for him to sit next to her. "Sit right here, and I'll tell you the story."
