Brittany slept the next four hours of the flight. When they arrived, Brittany was covered in sweat. "Brittany....., Brittany, you have to get up, you're sick sweetie." Diana cleared the loose pieces of hair out of Brittany's face. "What?" Brittany gripped her head in pain. "Brittany, you're sick, we have to take you to a doctor now." Taylor wiped her forehead with a cool wash cloth. "Don't, Tay." She batted at his hands indicating him to stop, "It's too cold."
Everyone knew that this wasn't good. This could mean cancellation of shows, or even cutting the tour short a few concerts.
As Taylor and Isaac helped Brittany off the plane, Zac, Walker, Diana, and the rest of the children helped carry everything off. "I'm sorry, guys." Brittany groaned. "It's not your fault!" Isaac reassured her. "Yeah, you couldn't help that you got sick. You'll get better soon. We're taking you to a doctor. Lucky if we can find a English speaking one around here." Taylor smiled. "What would I do without you guys?" Brittany said.
"Alright, hop in everone." Walker said as he opened the doors of the van. "One, two, three..." Diana tapped each child lightly on the head. "Mom, what are we going to do with you?" Isaac laughed.
When everyone was in the van, Walker closed the door and started off to the hotel, then the doctor.
