AN: Per request. Reposting my first BB story ever! Originally called "Little Jamie sick, Frank takes care of him".

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It was a Wednesday morning. Frank was in his office pouring himself a cup of coffee, the one he was desperately yearning for. It has been a stressful morning with Mary out of town. And it was up to him to make sure that the kids were ready for school. Something Mary usually did. Mary has been out of town only three days so far and it already felt like a week to him. With her being away, he once again felt how blessed he was to have her. Not that he wasn't able to manage the kids, but let's face it, he didn't have her patience, especially when it came to Danny's and Erin's verbal fights. Of course he loved his kids unconditionally, but being a working dad from the family of six can be sometimes exhausting. Everyone who has got kids of their own can understand that. And that's why he was now, after he dropped off all of his children at school, standing in his office enjoying his cup of coffee quietly, for a change. He was just about to get back to his work when his phone rang. He picked it up within a second.

"Reagan," he answered.

At first he could hear nothing but cracking voice.

"Mr. Reagan, it's Mrs. Pierce, Jamie's teacher," the voice on the other side said.

"I'm very sorry to call you like this, but you or your wife need to come to pick Jamie. He is not feeling well," Mrs. Pierce added.

Frank was instantly alert and he could feel his heart beating faster than usual. The kind of anxiety you feel when something's wrong with your child.

"Jamie has been vomiting and has got fever over 102," Mrs. Pierce informed him.

"Al right, I will come to pick him up. Thank you for calling Mrs. Pierce," he answered.

It felt like a few minutes ago when he dropped Jamie off to school. How could he missed his son being sick? True, Jamie was unusually quite this morning but he thought that he was just sleepy or so. Frank sighed, took his coat of the rack and was off to pick up Jamie from school.

The drive to Jamie's school wasn't that long. Only about fifteen minutes. Something Mary and him kept in mind when picking up schools for their kids. He pulled over at the school's parking lot and hurriedly rushed to the school. At the reception he introduced himself and explained that he was there to pick up Jamie. The mid-age receptionist directed him towards nurse's office. When he entered, he found pale looking six year old Jamie laying on an examination bed. His child's forehead covered with cold sweat. His heart sank, his baby was obviously not feeling well. He exchanged few world's with the school's nurse and then he bent over Jamie, so he could talk to him from face to face.

"Jamie, it's me, dad. I'm going to take you home. OK? " he told him.

Jamie mumbled something which Frank did not understand, assuming Jamie was drifting off to sleep thanks to his fever. He gently embraced his youngest and pulled him into his arms to carry him to the car. In his car he put Jamie into the car seat and buckled him up. He decided to drop by Jamie's peds before driving him home.

As expected, the doctor's waiting room was crowded with sick children and their parents and therefore he had no other option but to take a seat and with Jamie on his lap patiently wait. Jamie was dozing, but his sleep was restless. His head was leaning against his father's chest. Frank could feel his son burning up. Having three other kids he knew well that a simple flu was nothing serious, but deep inside he was bit nervous. Because, you know, with kids it can be anything. It can be appendix or they could easily swallow something they were not suppose to. And even though you try to do your best to protect them, you can't watch them 24/7. It's simply impossible.

"It's just a stupid flu," he reassured himself, planting kiss into Jamie's hair. He decided not to call Marry until he knew for sure what was causing Jamie sickness. She was visiting her mother and he didn't want to alert her for nothing.

After more that forty minutes of waiting it was finally their turn to see a doctor. Frank gently shook his son's shoulder trying to wake him up. Jamie was barely conscious burning with high fever. In the examining room the older female doctor once again checked Jamie's temperature, it was now at 104. Frank could feel his concern growing. The doctor also examined his throat and checked his breathing. She also checked his belly just to be sure that it wasn't his appendix. After she was done with that she smiled satisfied.

"Well, Mr. Regan, I'm pretty sure that it's nothing more than a simple flu," she reassured Frank.

"However his fever is quite high, therefore I'll prescribe Jamie some medicine to help to reduce his fever and also something for his throat because even though you can't see it becomes swollen inside. It's also important that you keep him hydrated. And, on last think, if the fever doesn't get better by tomorrow morning, take him straight to the hospital. Now, I don't want worry you too much, I'm pretty sure it's a flu, but with kids one can never be too careful," the doctor stressed out.

"Understood. Thank you doctor Miller," Frank responded taking once again Jamie into his arms gently carrying him out of the office.

"Goodbye Mr. Regan," she replied handing over the prescription for Frank.

On their way home Frank quickly stopped just to pick up the meds for Jamie in the nearby pharmacy. Trying to be as quick as he could to put his child to the bed as soon as possible. During the ride home, Jamie was pretty much the whole time asleep.

When they arrived home Frank helped Jamie to change his clothes for PJ'S and laid his feverish son into bed, carefully arranging the blankets so he wouldn't be cold. It tortured him to see any of his kids being so sick with him unable to help them. He walked out of the door and went downstairs to bring Jamie a glass of water so he could take the meds doctor prescribed for him. When he came back to Jamie's room, he sat down onto his son's bed and gently shook Jamie's shoulder to wake him up.

"Jamie, I'm sorry to wake you, but you have to take your meds," Frank remarked.

Jamie mumbled something which sounded like: "don't want to".

Frank sighed. "I'm so sorry, Jamie. I know you are tired and you want to sleep, but in order to get better, you have to take your meds."

Jamie muttered something, but started slowly to sit up rubbing his eyes. Frank helped his boy to sit and then he handed him a pill which Jamie instantly swallowed. Frank already prepared with the glass of water in his hand. He gave it to his son who took it and drank it thirstily. Then he laid back to his bed and drifted off within seconds. Frank was still there, sitting on Jamie's bed gently stroking his son's hair. After a while he stood up and left the room leaving the door slightly ajar so he could hear Jamie if he needed him. But he would still check on him every now and then.