So far Mike hadn't heard even a hint of a thank you from the other two. He knew it wasn't all their fault. Being sick was never easy. Still a simple thank you and less grumpyness would've been nice!
Mike had just sat down when he heard loud ringing.
"Oh for crying out loud!" Mike grumbled.
He entered the downstairs bedroom.
"What?" Mike asked.
"May I please have another glass of 7up?" Peter asked.
"Sure Pete. What about you two?" Mike asked.
"I want a cherry popicle." both boys said.
Mike frowned. "There's only one left."
"Micky, can have grape. I didn't get a cherry one." Davy said.
"But cherries are my favorite!" Micky grumbled.
"I don't care! I want a cherry one!" Davy snapped.
Mike sighed. "Fellas-"
"My throat hurts more!" Micky protested.
"How would you know?!"
Peter winced. His head was pounding.
"Stop it! Look just flip a coin!" Mike suggested.
"You know, you could end this arguement right now by buying more popicles." Davy snapped.
"Well golly Davy! Why didn't I think of that!? I've only been waiting on you guys for two days now. Let me run out and by more popicles while I'm at it!" Mike exclaimed angryly.
This didn't bother Micky or Davy.
"Try not to take too long." Micky grumbled.
Mike wanted to scream. If it weren't for Peter he would have!
After giving Peter his glass of 7up, and of course Peter thanked him, Mike went
to the store. He grumbled the whole time.
Two days had passed and Mike was at the end of his rope with Davy and Micky.
Luckily the two seemed to be about over the flu. He was still furious with them though.
Mike awoke that morning with a pounding headache. He touched his forehead and winced. The flu had claimed another victim. A small smile formed on his face.
"Hey Mike." Peter smiled.
"Hey."
Peter frowned. "You don't look so good."
"I think I have the...achoo!...flu." Mike groaned.
"Can I get you anything?"
"No Pete. You are going to take it easy. Davy, and Micky however..." Mike smiled.
"Uh-oh." Peter said.
"It's called giving them a piece of their own medcine." Mike smiled again.