> Julia adjusted the blanket around her and went to the phone next to the
> couch, reaching out with her fingers to gently trace against his forehead
as
> she spoke to the manager at the front desk. No fever at least.
>
> "Thanks." she ended the call and hung up bent to kiss his forehead
"They're
> bringing it right up, just relax for a little bit."
>
> She traced the back of her fingers against his cheek and straightened,
only
> to swallow as Amelia decided to start doing what seemed to be the Olympic
> swimming dash, if there was such a thing. And because it would probably
> worry Derek she kept it to herself and gave him a half smile before
heading
> toward the bathroom with the excuse of starting the hot water for the
> shower. She did hope he didn't notice the fact she closed the door to
> 'start the hot water'.
>
Derek stood up slowly heading for the bathroom, yes... a shower...that
sounded good. That was all he needed to feel better again. As he opened
the door he spotted Julia and stared his mouth open. The flu...it must be
the flu. Afterall they hadn't eaten the same things at all! He knelt
beside her. "Julia....maybe you need some of that medicine too."
