Bob woke up, head pounding, stomach nauseous and still feverish. He felt terrible. Almost like he was a little kid again. As a child, Bob had pneumonia and asthma problems. Whenever he got sick, he got sick bad. Usually, it resulted in being at the hospital for a few days. Thankfully, Bob started getting healthier while growing up, and hadn't really been this sick in forever.

He felt the rise and fall of Hangman's breathing chest, felt Rooster shifting around every once in a while in his sleep. He heard the funny snores of Maverick in a deep sleep. Hangman shifted underneath him a little bit. Bob couldn't exactly remember what happened to make Hangman be his pillow. He didn't think he wanted to know. Bob moved a little, the small motion sending a few dull aches of pain to his nerves.

Everything felt…hazy? More like he was in a dream. Like reality didn't exist, and he was just a small blob of something in a large world. That was a weird thought. His arms and legs felt like lead. White-hot pain still throbbed at his temple; his jaw was aching. He needed water. He need substance. Something.

Bob took a shallow breath, his chest hurting again. He slowly and carefully sat up, so as to not disturb his sleeping teammates and to not put himself in more pain. Dizziness overtook him immediately, and his stomach lurched in protest. Bob sat there, arms over his stomach again, eyes squeezed tight, willing for the pain to subside. It did, thankfully.

He stood up carefully, and stubbled over to the kitchen. He found a lot of medicine bottles laid out all over the place. Looking to the hallway, Bob also found duffle bags. How long was he out? Why couldn't he exactly remember anything?

Bob heard the ticking of nails on the floor and saw Eirwen make her way over to Bob. He smiled weakly and knelt rubbing the dog's head affectionately. Sweat still trickled down his forehead. He needed to hydrate himself. Bob stood back up, hands on the counter to support himself. Eirwen followed him as he walked unsteadily around the kitchen counter. Her ears were twitching ever so slightly, and her blue eyes held a sense of worry.

Grabbing a cup of water, Bob drank a few sips before he stopped. He didn't feel thirsty. He didn't think his stomach could take any more. He gave out a pained sigh and bent down to the cupboard beneath the kitchen sink. He started rummaging through some things and when he couldn't find what he was looking for, he groaned inwardly. He'd have to go to the bathroom. It was probably in there.

Bob wanted to take some medicine. Unfortunately, he didn't know when or even if his teammates had given him some, so he had to wait. Bob stood up slowly, his muscles protesting, his vision blurred a little bit, and everything went dark for a split second. The dizziness subsided again, and Bob started walking towards the bathroom. What would usually take less than thirty seconds now took ten minutes.

Finally, Bob reached the bathroom and turned on the light. That was a mistake. The harsh light blinded his eyes instantly and his migraine yelled at him fiercely, the pain was intense and lasted for a good three minutes. Bob didn't say a word, he couldn't. The others had a long day at work too, they needed their sleep. He let out a small whimper. Everything hurt and ached so much.

Bob, with shaking hands, opened the bathroom cupboard, and found what he was looking for. A flu testing kit.

He wasn't exactly sure why he had one, but he was thankful that he did. If he read his symptoms correctly, he probably had the flu. Well, in addition to a bad migraine. And probably dehydration. And panic attacks. He opened the box, read the instructions and followed them.

Then he sat on the floor for a couple minutes waiting. The test came out positive. He had the flu.

That's when his stomach decided to awaken and rid itself of all contents. It was a good thing he was already in the bathroom. He threw up in the toilet, whimpering slightly as it felt like he was hacking up his lungs. Then his vision blacked out.

Eirwen was sitting with him. Her master was hurting. She wanted to comfort him as well as she could. She was very thankful she was there when her master went limp. She was also thankful that her master's teammates, (friends?) where there. Eirwen could bark, so she did. Twice. Three times. Then she heard a few someone's getting up and sensed a little anxiousness as they acknowledged that Bob wasn't there. She barked again. Help was on the way.

…to be continued…