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Chapter 7: Sick Day

“Where is it, where is it!?” Miles was digging through the kitchen cupboard, in search of something desperate. “Where do Mom and Dad keep the medicine? It has to be somewhere.”

“And what may it be this time, my loving husband?” Stella entered the kitchen and leaned on the entrance way. “Did Erne bump his big toe? Or maybe Mr. Hyunh got an itchy ear? Wait, Oskar needs a kiss on his boo-boo.” Stella laughed at her husband, frantic action.

He wasn’t this paranoid whenever he treats someone, only in urgent situations but in a more controlled manner; but when he gotten home after the jungle, he became extra willing to help others in need.

“Such compassion, that I love so much.” Stella smiled with rosy cheeks. There was no way she’ll ever look down at her husband like that. “So what’s the emergency?”

Miles quickly turned to Stella. “Arnold’s sick.”

As if a record player was halted by a hammer, Stella threw Miles out of the way and began throwing out everything in the cupboards like a mad woman.

“How sick is he? What’s his temperature? Any abnormal coloring?!”

The sick boy Arnold walked in to see what the ruckus was, only to find his parents acting crazy and Abner enjoying the thrown food. “Mom, Dad. It’s just a fever.”

The next thing Arnold knew, he was being carried back to his bed by his father. “Easy son, you’ll be alright.”

Thank goodness he and his folks were the only ones home and all his friends are at school, otherwise this would be embarrassing if anybody else saw how overly protective his parents are being.

“Mom, Dad. It’s not that big of a deal.”

Stella quickly stuck a thermometer in Arnold’s mouth. After waiting a moment, Stella checked the temp to find it at 100 degrees. “You call this ‘not that big of a deal’ young man?” She asked with a stern motherly tone. “This will make you better, sweety.” Stella placed an ice bag on her son’s head after giving him a lucky kiss on the forehead. “Arnold, you need plenty of rest, and of course fresh air.” Stella opened the window and noticed a house plant. “Urban air’s not that good, but this will help.” Stella placed the plant next to the unamused Arnold as she examined anything else. “Oh, the air conditioner needs to be on, but not too much.”

“And you’re going to need a bowl of soup.” Miles added as he checked Arnold’s ear.

“Just as long as you make it, not your mother.” Stella informed him with a light panic. “Seriously, socks as an ingredient?” She turned to her son and checked her head. “We should really handle cooking more often.”

Arnold sighed to himself as Miles rushed downstairs while Stella shouted down healthy ingredients.

“And make sure you rinse those vegetables really good! I swear if there’s a single particle pesticide.”

“We don’t use pesticide, honey! We use predatorial insects.”

“Well then just rinse out the dirt!” Stella turned to Arnold and felt his head. “Still burning. Let’s see your temp now.”

Before he could protest, Stella stuck the thermometer back in his mouth and his dad returned with a bowl of soup.

“Not good, still the same temperature.” Stella shook her head.

“But Mom, it’s only been a couple of-”

“Here’s your soup. Wait till it cools down first.” Miles told his son as Stella set up her bed.

“And here’s Mr. Snuggles.” Stella placed a teddy bear next to Arnold, which he had never seen before in his life. “If you need us, we’ll be downstairs.” Stella grabbed Miles hand as they closed the door behind them.

Arnold let out a huge sigh as he got up from bed and checked on the soup. “Boy, they can be just as crazy as Grandma and Grandpa.” Arnold shook his head and took a sip from the soup. “But it will always be worth it.”

“Awwwwww.”

“You’re still at the door, are you?”

“…..Yes.”

“Miles!”

“Ow, sorry.”

End of Chapter

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Chapter 7: Sick Day

“Where is it, where is it!?” Miles was digging through the kitchen cupboard, in search of something desperate. “Where do Mom and Dad keep the medicine? It has to be somewhere.”

“And what may it be this time, my loving husband?” Stella entered the kitchen and leaned on the entrance way. “Did Erne bump his big toe? Or maybe Mr. Hyunh got an itchy ear? Wait, Oskar needs a kiss on his boo-boo.” Stella laughed at her husband, frantic action.

He wasn’t this paranoid whenever he treats someone, only in urgent situations but in a more controlled manner; but when he gotten home after the jungle, he became extra willing to help others in need.

“Such compassion, that I love so much.” Stella smiled with rosy cheeks. There was no way she’ll ever look down at her husband like that. “So what’s the emergency?”

Miles quickly turned to Stella. “Arnold’s sick.”

As if a record player was halted by a hammer, Stella threw Miles out of the way and began throwing out everything in the cupboards like a mad woman.

“How sick is he? What’s his temperature? Any abnormal coloring?!”

The sick boy Arnold walked in to see what the ruckus was, only to find his parents acting crazy and Abner enjoying the thrown food. “Mom, Dad. It’s just a fever.”

The next thing Arnold knew, he was being carried back to his bed by his father. “Easy son, you’ll be alright.”

Thank goodness he and his folks were the only ones home and all his friends are at school, otherwise this would be embarrassing if anybody else saw how overly protective his parents are being.

“Mom, Dad. It’s not that big of a deal.”

Stella quickly stuck a thermometer in Arnold’s mouth. After waiting a moment, Stella checked the temp to find it at 100 degrees. “You call this ‘not that big of a deal’ young man?” She asked with a stern motherly tone. “This will make you better, sweety.” Stella placed an ice bag on her son’s head after giving him a lucky kiss on the forehead. “Arnold, you need plenty of rest, and of course fresh air.” Stella opened the window and noticed a house plant. “Urban air’s not that good, but this will help.” Stella placed the plant next to the unamused Arnold as she examined anything else. “Oh, the air conditioner needs to be on, but not too much.”

“And you’re going to need a bowl of soup.” Miles added as he checked Arnold’s ear.

“Just as long as you make it, not your mother.” Stella informed him with a light panic. “Seriously, socks as an ingredient?” She turned to her son and checked her head. “We should really handle cooking more often.”

Arnold sighed to himself as Miles rushed downstairs while Stella shouted down healthy ingredients.

“And make sure you rinse those vegetables really good! I swear if there’s a single particle pesticide.”

“We don’t use pesticide, honey! We use predatorial insects.”

“Well then just rinse out the dirt!” Stella turned to Arnold and felt his head. “Still burning. Let’s see your temp now.”

Before he could protest, Stella stuck the thermometer back in his mouth and his dad returned with a bowl of soup.

“Not good, still the same temperature.” Stella shook her head.

“But Mom, it’s only been a couple of-”

“Here’s your soup. Wait till it cools down first.” Miles told his son as Stella set up her bed.

“And here’s Mr. Snuggles.” Stella placed a teddy bear next to Arnold, which he had never seen before in his life. “If you need us, we’ll be downstairs.” Stella grabbed Miles hand as they closed the door behind them.

Arnold let out a huge sigh as he got up from bed and checked on the soup. “Boy, they can be just as crazy as Grandma and Grandpa.” Arnold shook his head and took a sip from the soup. “But it will always be worth it.”

“Awwwwww.”

“You’re still at the door, are you?”

“…..Yes.”

“Miles!”

“Ow, sorry.”

End of Chapter