Another Day In The Life

by JusticeStandsTRUE

Things are getting busy for the Reagans, especially for Andy, Danny and Linda's adopted daughter, who seems to find trouble at every turn. Danny and Linda get some surprising news, the Reagan's are all placed under protective custody, Andy causes a little trouble for Jamie, and a whole lot more.#3 in the "Life With The Reagan's Series."#1 is Least of These,#2 is Never A Dull Moment

11. Chapter 11

CH. 11 Another Rough Day For All Involved

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"Mom, Dad guess what!" Andy ran into the house excited the following Monday morning. "Before you tell us, did you ask Erin if she wanted to come in?" Linda

stopped her, always wanting to make sure her children remembered their manners. "I did," Andy was jumping, barely able to contain her excitement. "But she

said she had things to do at home." "And did you tell her thank you for the ride?" "Yes," Andy nodded. "Okay, now give us the big news before you burst with

excitement," Linda laughed. "I made the basketball team," Andy was grinning from ear to ear. "I told you, you could do it," Danny hugged her. "Were so proud

of you Andy," Linda joined in on the hug. "I'm going to have to start staying after school for practice, if that's okay," Andy looked at her parents. "That's fine

honey, I'm sure we can make arrangements in picking you up later," Linda reassured her. "I can probably get her when I get off work most days," Danny

thought about it. "I wasn't sure if I had much of a chance but when everyone that tried out met in the gym after school today, Coach Watkins called my name,"

Andy was telling them all about it. "I always knew you were going to make it," Danny smiled. "There's only one problem," Andy's smile started to fade. "What is

it," Danny looked confused? "I have to stay out of trouble, and can't get suspended anymore." "That's going to be a challenge," Danny nodded. "You're telling

me," Andy shook her head. "It's going to be really hard." "Just keep thinking about how much you want to play anytime you get tempted to do something. And

if that doesn't work, think about what I'll do if you get suspended again," Danny gave her a way to help ease her troubles. "That second suggestion works

better than the first," Andy mentioned. "I thought it might," Danny nodded. "Can I call Grandpa and give him the news?" Andy turned excited again. "Sure,"

Danny let her go to run up the stairs. "She sure was excited," Linda laughed again thinking of the way she burst through the front door. "And she finally found

an extracurricular activity that she likes, and we didn't have to force her to try-out for," Danny thought of the countless times he talked to her about it.

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Andy didn't feel like getting out of bed the following morning, she went to bed at her usual time so she shouldn't be tired, at least not any more than usual, but

for some reason she was. Her throat was also hurting, the same way it had been for the past two days, but just as she had done those days, she ignored it,

thinking it was just a slight cold, considering she couldn't breathe very well out of her nose. But just as she had done before, she ignored it, thinking it wasn't

the first time she had a cold, and it was certainly not going to be her last. Andy forced herself out of bed, Linda had already been in once that morning and it

wouldn't be good, at least not for her to half to have one of them come in again. In the Reagan house, if one of them had to come in more than once, you

automatically received an earlier bedtime by thirty minutes, and that tended to increase each time. "We need you guys to be on your best behavior today,"

Linda looked at the kids seriously that morning over breakfast. Dads trying to wrap up a case, and very seldom do I have a slow day at the hospital." "Yes

Mam," Jack and Sean picked their dishes up and placed them in the sink. Andy didn't say anything, she had her head resting on the table, but her eyes were

open. "Andy," Danny nudged her to pick her head up. "Your mother expects to be acknowledged." "Yes Mam," Andy picked her head up. "Go brush your teeth

and get your stuff together, I need to get you to school, before I go to work," Linda was moving through the house and she spoke, thinking of how much a

mothers work was never done. "Andy," Danny was surprised to find his daughter sitting outside on the sidewalk next to the car a few minutes later. "You

okay?" he noticed she was being unusually quiet that morning. "I'm fine," Andy yawned, "just a little tired I guess." "Get your homework done and rest this

evening," Danny hugged her as he hurried to his own car so he could meet up with Jackie at the precinct.

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"Ms. Reagan, Ms. Reagan," Mrs. Crowley repeated walking over to Andy's desk trying to wake her up. "Yes Mam," Andy looked at her groggily. Mrs. Crowley

considered lecturing her in the importance of staying awake in class, and issuing her a demerit slip, at least until she remembered that Andy may be

disrespectful at time and make a mockery out of class assignments, but she really wasn't one to fall asleep in class. Mrs. Crowley looked at her for a long

moment before asking, "Andy, are you feeling alright?" Andy wanted to say she was fine, but she just couldn't bring herself to do so, she was cold, she had a

headache, her stomach was hurting and she was having trouble breathing. "No Mam," Andy moaned. "Let's go to the nurse," Mrs. Crowley was a little

concerned and decided to escort her there herself. The nurse was able to easily determine that Andy was running, and along with the number of other

symptoms Andy was complaining of, she knew she needed to see a doctor. "I'm going to call one of your parents Andy," the nurse wrapped her in a blanket to

help with the chills. "You can't," Andy sat up trying to stop her, "both my parents are real busy at work today." "You need to lay down Andy, and I'm sure they

want to be aware of you not feeling well," the nurse tried talking to her. "But you don't understand," Andy mumbled, "my mom told me and my brothers that we

couldn't get into any trouble today, because they were both busy." "Andy, I'm sure that no matter how busy they are, they aren't too busy to take care of their

sick daughter," the nurse laid her back down. "If you have to call one of them, call my Dad, but please wait at least a little while," Andy barely picked her head

up to look at her. "If you don't have his number, the principal has him on speed dial," she added laying her head back down. Andy wanted her Daddy to hold

her more than anything in the world at that moment, but she just couldn't bring herself to pull him away from work, she had done that enough in the past. The

nurse ignored Andy's request of waiting, and instead called Danny as soon as she stepped out of the room. "Andy," Danny said gently placing a hand on her

shoulder after walking into the nurse's office and seeing her lying on the couch. She had a blanket wrapped around her and her eyes were closed. "Dad," Andy

opened them when she heard his voice. "It's me baby," Danny took a seat on the edge of the couch. "You okay?" "I'm sorry Daddy, I told them you were busy,"

a stray tear slid down Andy's cheek. "You have nothing to be sorry about Andy, I'm glad they called, mom and I want to know when your not feeling well,"

Danny pulled her up so he could hug her. "But what about your case," Andy pulled back to look at him. "Don't worry about my case," Danny handed the nurse

the blanket before taking off his jacket and letting Andy slip it on. The last thing he ever wanted was one of his children worrying about his job. "Come on lets

go," Danny led her down the hall after thanking the nurse for calling him. "Can we go home?" Andy got into the front seat of the car while Danny tossed her

backpack in the back and drove away from the school. "After we see the Doctor," Danny knew it was too late to try and get her an appointment with their

family doctor, and decided just to take her to the ER. "But I don't like going to the doctor," Andy complained leaning the seat back. "I know you don't, but he will

be able to tell us what's wrong, and you can see mom," Danny tried reassuring her. "Yeah but I can see mom at home," Andy had a point.

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Sometime later and Andy and Danny got to St. Victors. Danny checked her in at the front counter and was just about to lead Andy to two of the vacant chairs in

the corner when Linda came out. "What's wrong baby?" Linda went straight over to Andy, and wrapped her arms around her. "The school nurse said she was

complaining of a headache, a sore throat, she's nauseated, and running fever," Danny named a few. "And chills," Linda smiled seeing her wearing Danny's suit

jacket. "How long do you think the wait will be?" Danny looked around at the crowded emergency room. "I'll try to get you in as soon as I can, but as you can

tell were swamped," Linda hated to see her daughter not feeling well. "Thanks," Danny took a seat next to his daughter when Linda went back to work. Danny

ran a hand down his face, they had been in the waiting room for an hour and a half straight, and Andy rested her head on his shoulder for just as long. His arm

had long ago gone completely numb and he could no longer feel anything in his right arm. It was during that whole time, that Danny spent its entirety by

praying that she didn't throw up all over him. Sure Danny loved being a parent, but there were times when they lost control of bodily fluids, and those were

times he didn't handle very well. He could handle blood, bruises, and all kinds of abrasions, he was after all used to that as an NYPD detective, but his kids

throw up all over his shirt was an entirely different story. And it was times like those that made him want to spend hours in the shower. A few minutes later,

and they finally called Andy back. It took some convincing, but Danny finally managed to get her to take a seat on the examination table in the small curtained

off room. Andy was laying on the table when Linda came in to check her vitals. "She's still running fever," Linda mentioned, "its 102." "My question is, how could

this have come on so sudden," Danny thought about it? "I don't know," Linda shook her head. Andy was sitting up on the examination table, and Linda looked

at her daughter questioningly. "Andy how long have you been feeling bad?" "I've had a sore throat since Sunday, and my nose and chest have been bothering

me, but I figured it was just a cold," Andy rubbed her eyes. "Andy," was all Linda could say. "I'm sorry," Andy apologized, "but I've been sick before." "Yes, but

you have people that love you and are truly concerned about you now," Linda rubbed her back. "And when you aren't feeling well, it's important for you to tell

us, so we can take care of you." "Andy I asked you if you were okay before I left for work and you said you were just tired," Danny reminded her. "I know, but I

didn't start feeling this bad until this morning. Actually, I don't think I've ever felt this bad before," Andy moaned. "I'll see if I can get one of the doctors in here,"

Linda kissed her head.

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Andy wasn't real interested in seeing the doctor. Having her mother poke and prod on her was one thing but some guy in a long white coat was another story.

But even if she wasn't feeling well, she knew better than to cause problems, then again it wasn't like she was feeling up to it anyways. The doctor looked in

Andy's throat, it was definitely red, he noticed. She was clinging to her stomach which indicated she was nauseous, and had been coughing. She was wearing

her father's jacket which indicated she had chills, along with the other symptoms he read on her paperwork. He helped her out of the jacket and raised her

shirt to check her breathing. The breathing was fast, and appeared to have a slight grunting sound. He also noticed a rash beginning to form on her back and

chest. "Is she prone to getting sick?" The doctor looked at Danny and Linda. "She was adopted nine months ago," Linda shook her head, "so we don't really

know any of her previous medical conditions, but as far as we know she is fairly healthy, at least she has been since she came to live with us." "I think she has

pneumonia," the doctor said after considering all the symptoms his patient was revealing. "But since we don't know much about her medical history, I'd like to

do a chest x-ray and blood tests just to make sure." The second Danny heard blood test, he knew they were going to have problems, then again knowing Andy

the way he did, she would probably have issues with both the blood test and x-rays. The doctor left the room and Linda pulled out a hospital gown, "take your

shirt off honey and put this on, the buttons on your shirt may interfere with the results of the x-ray." Andy complied but she couldn't help but be a little worried.

"What are they going to do?" "The rooms going to be cold, it helps with the maintaining of the equipment, and it keeps it from getting overheated." "Great,"

Andy mumbled, "I'm already cold." "I know baby, but it won't take long, all you have to do is stand very still in front of the machine for a few seconds and hold

your breath and it will be done." "Can I put my shirt and Dads jacket on then," Andy asked hopeful? "As soon as we get the results you can, sometimes the

images don't turn out right and we have to do them again," Linda explained. "Which is why it is important for you to remain perfectly still and do everything the

technician says." "I'll listen," Andy unbuttoned her school shirt and pulled the hospital gown down over her head. "I hate these things," she mumbled under

her breath remembering the last time she had to wear one was before she started school and she had to get shots. The stupid things were so thin. "Can you

and Dad go with me?" Andy was obviously fearful of this new experience. "Sure," Linda wanted to try and make this experience as easy and painless as

possible. "I think I'll stay here," Danny didn't want there to be too many people in the room. "In that case, I'm not going either," Andy was being as serious as

possible, despite the fact she wasn't feeling like putting up much of a resistance. "Oh you are going regardless," Danny was quick to say. "But I'll go if it will

make you feel better," Danny hated to see his little girl sick. Danny and Linda were both surprised that Andy didn't put up a struggle when it came to the x-ray,

knowing that Andy had trouble being still when she was watching TV, and that was something she enjoyed doing. "Are we done now?" Andy looked utterly

exhausted. "Just as soon as we finish with the blood test and get all the results back," Linda was trying to make it not sound so bad, considering she could tell

the girl was tired. "Can I go lay down now? "I feel like I'm going to throw up again." "Sure," Danny quickly led her over to the examination room, she was in a

few minutes ago while Linda got the supplies ready that she was going to need for the blood test. "Okay Andy, all I'm going to do is clean your arm with a little

antiseptic, then I'm going to tie an elastic band just above your elbow," Linda started. "Then comes the bad part," Andy was thinking how bad she hated

needles and syringes. "Then I'm going to insert the needed into your vein and draw a little blood." "How long will it take?" Andy was obviously scared to death.

"It will only take a few minutes, if you stay still and don't tense up," Linda was finding out that if she explained the medical procedure that was about to be

done, the girl tended to handle it better. "That's easy for you to say, you don't have a problem with needles," Andy started coughing again. "Take a few deep

breaths," Linda rubbed small circles around her back. The coughing subsided and Linda proceeded with wetting a cotton ball with alcohol. Danny kept a hand

on her shoulder hoping it would help calm her down a bit and she would stay still while Linda drew the blood. Andy started to tense up just as Linda started to

bring the needle closer to her. "Andy, I told you not to tense up," Linda tried to keep her voice gentle. "Sorry," Andy chewed on her lower lip nervously. "You're

going to make your lip bleed," Linda gave her a reassuring smile. "I'm sorry, I'm tired, I don't feel good and I want to go home," Andy whined as she moved

around uncomfortably. "I know you want all of this to be over Andy," Linda was used to caring for children in the ER. "You have done very well and we are

almost done." "You promise," Andy leaned her head on Danny again. "I promise," Linda smiled at her. Linda started to bring the needle closer, and Andy tensed

up again. "Maybe it will help if you look away," Linda suggested. "Just don't pass out on me," Danny thought it might help if he got her mind off of it by talking

to her. "You mean like Uncle Jamie," Andy started to be drawn into the conversation. "Just like Uncle Jamie," Danny smiled at her reassuringly. "Do you

remember that story?" "I remember," Andy moaned. "He got so nervous, that he fell off the examination table." "And what did I do?" Danny questioned as he

kept one eye on Linda and the other on Andy. "You were pulling him up off the floor when Grandpa came in, and he said you had a shocked look on your face."

"That's right," Danny laughed, "at least you finally listen to something I say. Even if it is a story." "All done," Linda said before Andy had a chance to reply. "Now

that wasn't so bad was it?" Linda handed her daughter her shirt. "Depends on how you look at it," Andy looked at the Band-Aid on her arm. "You go ahead and

get dressed, I'm going to go get the blood test started," Linda walked out of the room. "Is this ever going to be over," Andy looked over at Danny? "All we

need are the results, and then I will take you straight home." "You promise?" Andy certainly seemed to be interested in promises that day. "Yes I promise,"

Danny hugged her. "You did very well and I'm proud of you." The results came back some time later revealing everything was normal, aside from a case of

pneumonia, and Linda was planning on picking up the antibiotics that were prescribed for her as soon as she got off work. The only thing left for Danny to do

was take her home make her rest, and drink plenty of liquids.

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Andy and Danny walked into the house and Andy went straight to the couch, without even bothering to kick her shoes off. "You need to get comfortable and go

to bed," Danny walked over to the couch and pulled her shoes off. "I don't want to get up, I don't have the energy." "It'll help you feel better," Danny helped

her up. "Go upstairs and take a shower, I'll bring you some pajamas in a few minutes." "Can't I just lay here," Andy complained? "I'll bring you your footed

pajamas," Danny usually didn't do much negotiating with his children. He just kind of figured he was the parent and they were going to listen to him. But

considering she was sick, he really didn't want to have to get stern and give her a direct order. "Okay," Andy easily gave in. Danny smiled and walked her up

the stairs, he couldn't help but find it cute, that aside from his NYPD t-shirt he gave her, her favorite pair of pj's was her one piece footed pair. Andy walked into

the bathroom, and Danny walked into his daughter's bedroom. Danny stepped through the doorway and looked around the room, it was a mess as usual, but

he wasn't really concerned about that at the moment. His main concern at the moment was locating the pajamas she wanted. He found her hairbrush easy

enough sitting atop her dresser, then again she had used that, that morning before school. He had no idea, where she kept everything else though, and that

made things a little harder, and he started the unpleasant task of digging through her drawers. After observing the first drawer, it was obvious she kept her

drawers the same way he had done when he was a kid, his mother would fold his clothes and place them on his bed for him to put away, and he in turn would

throw them in any drawer they would fit in. This was definitely going to make things a little more difficult, Danny thought to himself, there was not telling where

her pj's were now. He finally managed to find them in the last drawer he dug through, and after gathering the rest of the things she needed, Danny carried

them over to the bathroom. "Hey Andy," Danny opened the door to the bathroom when he heard the water running. "How you feeling?" "I threw up again,"

Andy moaned laying in the shower, enjoying the warm water that was falling on her. "At least it was in the shower," he mentioned, grateful he wouldn't have to

clean anything up. "I found the pajamas you wanted. Are you almost done?" "Yes," Andy turned the water off. "I'm going to go get your bed ready, and give

you a little privacy," Danny left her things on the bathroom counter. Danny pulled her bed spread back on the made bed, and couldn't help but laugh at the way

her sheet was spread out. Then again by the way it looked, it looked as if it was left the exact same way it was when she crawled out of bed. Linda expected

all three of the kids to make their beds in the mornings, and it appeared to Danny that Andy had found a loop hole around that, by just making the outer cover

look nice. Andy walked into her bedroom and went straight over to her bed. "I love the way you make your bed," Danny tucked her in. "So you know my

secret," Andy rubbed her eyes. "Do you still have a headache," Danny felt her forehead? "Mhmm," Andy nodded. "How bad?" "It's bad," Andy closed her eyes.

"You rest, I'll be in to check on you later." Danny turned the light off in her bedroom, hoping she would go to sleep. With Andy resting, Danny took the

opportunity to shower and rest himself. He had checked on her once more before going to lay down, and saw that she was asleep. He was glad she was

sleeping, she looked drained at the hospital, and she even fell asleep for a few minutes in the car on their way home. He was just starting to doze off when he

heard feet running down the hall and that horrible coughing sound one makes when they are vomiting. Danny hurried into the bathroom where he was met

with a foul odor, and the remains of what she ate for lunch all over the bathroom rug. "I don't feel so good," Andy sat in the corner of the bathroom. "Neither

does your mothers rug," Danny muttered under his breath as he rolled the splattered rug up, quickly coming to the conclusion that she didn't quite make it to

the toilet in time. "Sorry," Andy looked at him, "I'll clean it up." "You'll do no such thing," Danny squatted down in front of her, before wiping the few stray tears

that started to stream down her face shocked that she thought he might be upset with her over the mess. "Andy, before you came to live here, who take care

of you when you were sick?" Danny was beginning to think she had to both care and clean up after herself, based on her apology and volunteering to clean up

the mess she made. "No one," Andy mumbled wrapping her arms tightly around her legs for comfort. "Come here," Danny shifted around her so he could hold

her better. Andy leaned the back of her head on his chest, and closed her eyes. "You certainly never cleaned up anything around here, after you moved in,"

Danny smiled. "Unless you were threatened with punishment if you didn't." "Sorry, I must have used up all my years at being helpful before I moved in," Andy

didn't by any means appear remorseful. "Now that's the Andy I know," Danny hugged her. She had changed so much since she came to live with him, and she

changed even more after her she found he was her real father. "My chest hurts," she moaned. "It's okay, that's normal with pneumonia," Danny was about to

pick her up and carry her back to her bedroom when she started feeling nauseated all over again. Danny let her go, and Andy crawled to the toilet as fast as

she could. Andy again didn't quite make it to the toilet, and Danny himself started looking sick, as he looked at the mess both on the floor and on his daughter.

Andy moved a short distance away from the mess and when she looked down and noticed how soiled the front of her pajamas were, she appeared as if she

was going to cry. "Hey Andy, it's okay we can wash your clothes," Danny moved closer to her, being careful to avoid the mess. "It's not the pajamas," Andy

whimpered. "I just don't feel good." I know baby," Danny started to get some water running in the bathtub, "were going to get you cleaned up and then get

you back to bed." "But I don't want to go back to bed, I'm afraid I'm going to get sick again," Andy complained taking her pajamas off. "You have to rest Andy,

or you won't get better," Danny said wiping the floor with a rag and some cleaner. "But what if I get sick again," Andy wasn't convinced. "You let me worry

about that," Danny picked up her pajamas and everything else that was dirty and carried them to the wash machine. Why is it always me? Danny thought to

himself as he started the wash machine. Why do I always I have to take care of the kids when there vomiting. Deciding to give Andy a little more time cleaning

herself up, Danny decided to make himself a pot of coffee, figuring if Andy continued on as she was, he was going to need it. Andy had never been sick since

she came to live with them, and she was really beginning to wear him out. She had never seemed to be all that vulnerable, but ever since she started not

feeling well, he was really starting to notice how vulnerable she could be. In some ways, it was nice to see, it was nice seeing her trust them to take care of

her. And understand that they would do anything for her. Pulling Danny from his thoughts was the vibrating phone in his left pocket. "How's our girl doing?"

Linda asked when Danny answered the phone. "About the same health wise," Danny mentioned, "now she's upset because she threw up all over her favorite

pajamas." "I guess it wouldn't hurt for her to have another pair, and they are her favorite," Linda mentioned. "Maybe I can stop by and get her some more

when I get off work. Maybe it will at least help her feel better." "Just please don't forget to go by the pharmacy and pick up her meds, hopefully it will help her

relax and get her to sleep," Danny sounded as if he as on the verge of begging. "Is she not wanting to rest," Linda asked? "She was," Danny admitted, "but it

didn't last long. She's just completely on edge, almost jittery and not wanting to lay down. The only time I can get her to calm down even remotely, is by

holding her." "Just hold her then," Linda smiled, "she needs her Daddy's love and strength right now." "I'm planning on it," Danny filled his coffee cup and

carried it up the stairs. "I missed too many of those opportunities when she was both little and when she was sick."

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"I need you boys to be quiet when we get home, your sister is feeling really bad, and she needs her rest," Linda told the boys later that afternoon after picking

the boys up from school. "I don't remember her and Jack being quiet when I was sick," Sean recalled. "Yes we were," Jack looked at him confused, "Dad made

us help take care of you." "You were throwing the baseball over the couch where I was laying," Sean had a point. "Yeah but we never hit," Jack figured that

was the only thing that was important. "Yeah but you still did it," Sean reached over the front seat to hit his brother. "Sean, don't hit your brother," Linda

corrected pulling up to the pharmacy. "Yeah and Dad grounded us for a week for doing it too," Jack remembered. "And I'm going to ground you for another

week if you two aren't on your best behavior while your sisters sick. She needs lots of rest, and she won't be able to, if you two are loud or fighting all the

time." "But mom, were always on or best behavior," Jack looked at her innocently. "Sure you are," Linda hurried into the pharmacy, wanting to get home as

soon as she could. "What are we going to eat for dinner?" Sean asked as soon as Linda got back in the car, "I'm hungry." "I don't know Sean, but probably

soup," Linda was thinking it may be a good idea if she went to the store to pick up a few groceries. "But I don't want soup," he complained. "I'm sorry Sean,

but that's what were having," Linda didn't like the fact that she was having to negotiate her dinner plans with her youngest son. "Cant you make something

else," Sean wasn't quite interested in giving up just yet. "I'm making soup and that's what you are going to eat," Linda stopped his complaining before it could

go any other further, with a serious glance to the backseat. "Yes Mam," Sean sighed knowing when he was beat. A few minutes later, and Linda and the boys

walked into the small grocery store. "You can choose two after school snacks each," Linda turned to the boys. "I need to get home with Andy's meds, so we

can't be here long. So go ahead and pick out what you want." The boys started to run down the aisle, and Linda called back to them, "no running and stay

together!" Jack and Sean slowed down, but only just enough to make it look like they were listening as they went straight to the cookie aisle. With the boys

looking for their own snacks, Linda began going through the list of items in her head that she knew they needed. She knew she would have to get the

ingredients for the soup. Juice and Gatorade, to help keep Andy from getting dehydrated. Coffee for the father of her children, and a few other necessities.

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As soon as they got home, Linda left the boys to unload the groceries, so she could check on her daughter. The house was quiet when she walked in, and she

was surprised when she didn't find her husband downstairs. The coffee pot was off, but it was almost full, Linda observed when she walked into the kitchen.

Not seeing him in the backyard, Linda quietly made her way up the stairs and over to her daughter's bedroom. What she saw made her smile, it was both Andy

and Danny asleep on the bed. Andy's head was resting on her father's arm, the side of her face pressed against his chest. Danny blinked several times before

realizing his wife was in the room. "How long has she been asleep," Linda questioned?" Hour and a half," Danny whispered glancing at the clock on his

daughter's nightstand before sliding off the bed, being careful not to wake her. "Did you get her medicine?" Danny asked as the two made their way into the

kitchen. "Its right here Dad," Jack said carrying it in, along with a sack of groceries. "She really needs it, but I hate to wake her up," Danny mentioned. "It says

she needs to take it with food," Linda read the label on the outside of the bottle. "That's going to be a challenge," Danny refilled his coffee cup. "She barely ate

any of the lunch I picked up for her on our way home from the hospital." "I'll eat what she didn't," Sean volunteered unloading the sacks. "No you won't," Linda

spoke up, "you can't eat or drink after her while she's sick." "Oh no," Danny took a seat at the table. "I ate and drank after her Monday." "You eat and drink

after all of us, you're always taking our stuff," Sean started. "Yeah Dad, it wouldn't surprise me if you got sick," Jack added. "Pipe down you two," Danny took a

sip from his coffee cup. "And don't you have homework to do?" "Why is it every time we say something you don't like, you tell us to do our homework," Sean

looked at him? "Are you trying to get rid of us or something," this time it was Jacks turn to ask a question? "Of course not," Danny would never down right tell

them he didn't want them around. "But is it working?" "Yep," Jack grabbed his backpack and headed for the stairs. "How about you?" Danny turned his

attention to Sean. "I'm going, I'm going." "You know I really hope you don't get sick," Linda looked concerned thinking that it could very well affect everyone in

the house. "Me too," Danny agreed. "I have to work." "Speaking of work, who's going to stay home with Andy tomorrow?" Linda asked working on dinner. "I

don't know," Danny shook his head. "I'm sure she would really like it if I could, but I do need to go in, at least for a little while considering I missed so much

time today." "I guess I can call in," Linda knew it wasn't exactly the best time, but when you had a sick child, you had to do what was best for them. "Despite

the fact, I know she will wish it was you staying home," Linda added. "Give her a chance Linda, who knows, she might even enjoy staying home with you."

"Maybe so," Linda shrugged, "but I'm not her Daddy."

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"Andy you have to eat," Linda was having a horrible time trying to get Andy to eat that night. "I don't want too, I'm not hungry," Andy was still laying in bed.

"At least sit up and drink something," Linda straightened the pillows up behind her. "I'd rather just lay down," Andy complained, "I don't feel good." "I know

you don't honey, but you have to eat with the medication you are taking, or it's going to make you dizzy and sick to your stomach," Linda was tired of repeating

the same phrase to her over and over again. "I'm already nauseated," Andy had a point, only willing to take small sips of the Gatorade Linda brought up. After

several more minutes of trying to convince her daughter to eat, Linda gave up. "You try," Linda looked at Danny exasperated once she reached the dining room

table where Danny and the boys were eating, "maybe you can convince her to eat." "I'll give it a try," Danny took his own bowl of soup along with him. "You're

going to wear your mother out, not wanting to eat for her." "Sorry," Andy mumbled. "You know it's really good," Danny took another bite, "you really should try

it." "I know," Andy coughed, "but I'm just not hungry." "It might feel good on your throat, if you ate some of it," Danny had a point. "It could also hurt too,"

Andy didn't seem interested. "Let me put it his way. Do you want to get better," Danny questioned? "Is that a trick question?" Andy was surprised by it. "You're

not going to get better if you don't eat and take your medicine," Danny looked at her serious. "Now do it," he handed her, her bowl." "Do I have to," Andy

looked at him sad? Danny didn't want to make her do something she didn't want to do considering she was sick, but if it would make her feel better, he was

willing to do what he had to. "Would you do it for me," Danny tried another tactic? Andy sighed and looked down at her bowl, "I'll try." "Thirty minutes later, and

Danny came down the stairs with an empty bowl and medicine cup, "mission accomplished." "How did you do it?" Linda was beginning to think that taking care

of Andy was worse than taking care of a sick three year old. "I asked her if she would do it for me," Danny smiled. "From now on, you have the medicine detail,"

Linda wasn't even willing to negotiate terms of surrender.

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Things didn't seem to get any better that night, at least not for Andy, Danny or Linda. Andy was up almost all night coughing which made her think she was

going to throw up again. At first she wasn't willing to leave the bathroom, at least not until Linda volunteered to bring the bathroom trashcan to her room. She

was still running a fever, but was shaking with chills, and begging Danny to bring her more blankets. They had given her all the medicine that they could, but

unfortunately none of it would help her relax. With Danny and Linda both exhausted, and Andy on edge, Linda finally suggested Andy sleep with them, knowing

that was the only way Danny got her to rest before. Andy did finally manage to fall asleep, and that somewhat helped her parents. Only now they were both

sweating, since Andy was so cold and wanted so many blankets on top of her, and what made things worse was, she was sleeping with her head up against

Danny and her feet up against Linda. "Try to be home as soon as you can tomorrow," Linda whispered looking over at Danny exhausted around three that

morning, knowing that it was going to be a long day, especially if Andy was only going to be wanting Danny. "I'll try," Danny looked even more tired than she

did.

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I really didn't mean for this to turn into a part 1 and 2 but I was really enjoying this chapter... Again, thanks for all the follows, favorites, and reviews... JusticeStandsTRUE