He glanced over to Peter's bed. Peter was curled up under his blanket, holding his teddy bear. His dark blond hair was all over the place. A bead of sweat was running down his forehead.
Uh-oh. Mike thought.
He placed a hand over Peter's forehead. Peter was burning up.
Mike then looked over at Davy who was laying on his stomach. His arm dangled from the bed. His boyish face looked even more boyish when he slept. And like Peter, he was sweating.
"Oh man!" Mike groaned.
He went back upstairs to check on Micky. He seen Micky was still asleep. An arm rested over his forehead. He was also sweaty.
"Micky, get up a minute. I'm pushing your bed downstairs." Mike said.
Groaning Micky did as he was asked.
Great! Everyone's sick, but me! Mike thought.
After getting Micky settled into Peter and Davy's room Mike grabbed the thermometer and took their temperature.
"I hate to say it fellas. But you're sick." Mike said.
"You must be...achoo...joking!" Davy cried.
"Nope. I heard the flu's going around. And I think you three have it. I'll make you guys some soup. What kind do you want?" Mike asked.
"Tomato." Micky said.
"I don't care." Peter groaned.
"Davy?" Mike asked.
"Don't even mention food around me." Davy moaned.
"I'll be right back." Mike said.
He returned with Micky's soup.
"Where's Davy?"
"He smelled the soup and bolted to the bathroom." Peter explained.
"Poor guy." Mike said with a sigh.
"Give me my soup." Micky said with his hands out.
Mike shot him a look. "Aren't you a little concerned about Davy?"
"Yes. I'm very concerned. I'm also very hungry."
Sighing Mike handed Micky his soup.
"I'll go check on Davy."
He entered the bathroom and seen Davy. He was resting his head on the toilet lid.
"You okay?" Mike asked.
"No. I got so dizzy while I was in here I thought I was going to pass out. So I sat back down." Davy groaned.
Mike placed his hands on Davy's shoulders giving them a gentle squeeze. "Take a deep breath and stand up slowly."
Very slowly Davy stood up.
"You're as white as a sheet." Mike noted.
"Guess I won't need a costume for Halloween." Davy joked.
"Halloween's passed shotgun." Mike said.
"Man. I feel really out of it." Davy said climbing back in his bed.
Peter sneezed loudly. Then laid back and groaned.
"I'll call the doctor." Mike said.