Team8s and Counting

186. And Down Go the Others!

Once Coiny was resting in bed for the night, Donut and Barf Bag thought that all he needed was just a few more days of taking it easy and he would be all set for the weekend. But as the weekend arrived, little did they know that it was only just the beginning.

On Saturday morning, Barf Bag woke up feeling refreshed from a long week of work, with Donut peacefully asleep next to her. She noticed that the house was particularly quiet.

Huh, I must be the first one up. She thought to herself. However, as she turned to look at the clock next to her, her eyes widened in disbelief.

9 am!? How can it be this quiet this late? Barf Bag sprang out of bed and ran downstairs, to find the kitchen empty, with no signs that anyone had made breakfast for the kids yet.

Barf Bag ran back upstairs, and softly gave a knock on the throuples door. She waited a little for a response, but she never got one. Growing concerned, she slowly opened the door, peeking inside. The sight that greeted her made her heart sink: Pin, Needle, and Coiny were all still in bed, tangled in the blankets like a pile of exhausted kittens. Coiny, she'd expected, but Pin and Needle? That was a surprise.

"Hey," Barf Bag called softly, stepping further into the room. "You guys okay?"

Pin groaned, burying her face in the pillow. "No," she mumbled, her voice muffled and hoarse.

Needle coughed weakly, her usually sharp tone replaced with a rasp. "Don't... feel great," she admitted, cracking one eye open. Her face was pale, her cheeks flushed with fever.

Coiny barely stirred, just letting out a low, pitiful groan.

Dr. Guterson mode kicked in immediately. "Alright, let's get some temperatures and see what we're dealing with," she said briskly, heading to the bathroom to grab the thermometer.

When she returned, she started with Needle, who reluctantly sat up just enough to let Barf Bag take her temperature. The beep confirmed what she suspected: 101.7.

"Great," Barf Bag muttered under her breath, moving on to Pin, who clocked in at 102.1. Coiny's was still high as well, hovering at 101.9 despite having been sick for days.

"Looks like whatever Coiny's got, you two picked up,". "I'll grab some water and meds. Just stay put."

Pin managed a weak laugh. "Not like we're going anywhere."

Barf Bag left them to rest and decided next to head into Bladey's room. Barf Bag knocked on the door.

"Mommy?" Bladey mumbled softly.

Barf Bag's heart sank hearing the weakness in her voice. "Bladey, it's Auntie Barf Bag. I just wanted to see if you were up." Barf Bag cracked open the door, to find Bladey lying in bed, clearly not in the best spirits.

"My head hurts." Bladey admitted. "I don't feel good at all."

Barf Bag shook her head, placing a hand on Bladey's forehead. "You feel warm, I think something's going around within our house. First it was Uncle Coiny, then Auntie Pin and Auntie Needle, and now I think it made its way to you."

Bladey groaned, pulling the blanket up to her chin. "I don't like being sick," she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Barf Bag gave her a reassuring smile. "I know, sweetie. No one does. But don't worry; I'm here to take care of everyone."

Bladey nodded weakly, her eyes drooping shut again as Barf Bag adjusted the blankets around her. "I'll bring you some water and medicine in just a bit, okay? Just rest for now."