Chase's POV.
I went into the spare bedroom to see that Spike was asleep. I had a little tickle in my throat, so Tasha immediately told me I was staying home, even though I felt fine. I saw Spike wake up and he looked at me.
"Gosh can't a guy get some sleep around here?" Spike asked as he put the pillow over his face.
"Tasha told me to check on you. Are you feeling ok?" I asked.
"Oh gosh I don't know. Maybe you should get sick and then I'd pester the crap out of you Chase! Leave me alone!" Spike yelled in a horse voice as he covered his head with the blanket.
"So I'm guessing you feel terrible?" I smirked.
"Geez what gave it off?" Spike asked sarcastically.
I was about to answer, but then I started coughing.
"Geez Chase, when I said gets sick, I didn't mean it." My brother added.
"I'm fine. I promise." I said, because I actually felt fine.
"Chase...I'm starting to feel sick again." Spike warned.
"Ok, can you get to the bathroom yourself?" I asked.
Spike shook his head no, so I sprung into action and helped him get to the toilet just in time. I heard someone running up the stairs and Tasha burst into the bathroom.
"Chase, you need to rest." Tasha said as soon as she noticed me.
"Tasha. I feel fine. It's just a tickle." I explained before glancing at Spike, who was still puking in the toilet.
"Chase, even if you are fine, I don't want you to catch what Spike has. Wash your hands and go." Tasha explained.
"Fine. Feel better Spike." I said as I washed up real quick and went downstairs.
Spike's POV.
"Honey, are you feeling better?" Tasha asked once I finished puking.
To be honest, I felt like I was dying.
"No." I said quietly.
"Come on baby. Back to bed." Tasha said as she helped me off the floor.
Baby? That over excited, super peppy woman called me baby?! No one calls me baby!
"Don't call me baby!" I yelled as my voice started getting low and husky.
"Sorry Spike." Tasha apologized as she let me walk the rest of the way to bed, which I could barely do.
I saw Tasha come over with the thermometer and she put it in my mouth while pushing my hair out of my face. Then it beeped and Tasha sighed.
"What?" I asked.
"Nothing Spike. Go to sleep." Tasha said as she smiled and left.
I sighed, pulled the blankets over my head, and went back to sleep.
Tasha's POV.
Well, Spike's fever was getting higher, and I'm thinking Chase is starting to get sick as well. I saw Donald walk into the kitchen.
"Hey honey. How's Spike?" Donald asked.
"His fever is going up and he was sick again. I'm also thinking Chase is coming down with it as well." I explained as I glanced at Chase, who had fallen asleep on the couch while reading Journey to the center of the earth.
"Chase is probably just tired. All he said was he had a tickle in his throat." Donald explained.
"Yeah, but look at how pale he is getting." I pointed out.
Donald walked over to the couch quietly and put his hand on Chase's forehead.
"Tasha, go get the thermometer." Donald said in a worried tone as he pulled the book out of our son's hand.
I quickly grabbed it and came back to Donald, and I was shocked by what I saw. Donald was holding a trash can under Chase's mouth and Chase was throwing up and crying. I put the thermometer down on the table and started rubbing Chase's back. After a few minutes, he finished and I put the thermometer in his mouth while Donald went to go clean the trash can. The thermometer beeped and I pulled it out of his mouth.
"102.9. Why didn't you tell anyone you were feeling bad Chase?" I asked gently as I pushed the sweaty hair out of his face.
"I di...didn't un...until I wo...woke up." Chase explained while shivering.
"Alright, let's get you to bed baby." I said, hoping Chase wouldn't have the same reaction Spike did.
He didn't, but he buried his head in the couch pillow.
"I don't wanna. My stomach hurts." He complained.
"I know baby. I think a bed will feel better then the couch though." I explained as I helped Chase off the couch.
After I got him up the stairs, we went into Spike's room and he wasn't that pleased.
"Gosh Tasha, leave me alone!" He yelled.
"I'm not in here for you, you have a roommate now." I explained as I helped Chase into the other bed that was in there.
"Well, this can't get any worse." Spike groaned.
Then Chase started moaning.
"And I stand corrected." His brother added as he put the pillow over his face.
"Chase, what's wrong?" I asked.
"My stomach hurts." He whined as he curled up in a ball.
"Suck it up Cupcake." Spike groaned.
"Spike, be nice. Is it nausea Chase?" I asked.
"No, it just hurts really bad." Chase whimpered.
"Alright, I'll go get you some medicine. You two should both get some sleep." I said as I left the room.
Chase's POV.
"Chase, I know I'm the the older one, but you didn't need to listen to me when I said get sick!" Spike yelled.
"I probably got it when you puked on me!" I yelled.
"Stop yelling you big baby. I have a migraine." Spike complained.
"Yeah well my stomach hurts like someone just stabbed me and you are the one telling me to suck it up!" I yelled.
"That's it! I don't care if we are sick, you are going down!" Spike yelled as he got up and tackled me.
"Spike stop! You are hurting me!" I yelled as I tried to pull him off of me.
Then I heard someone come in the room.
"Spike! Get back in bed right now mister!" I heard Tasha yell.
Spike reluctantly got off of me and got back in bed.
"Good. Here is your medicine Chase." Tasha said as she gave me two pills and a glass of water.
"Thanks." I whispered.
"Now both of you get some sleep and I had better not here you fighting again. Understood?" Tasha asked.
"Yes ma'am." We both groaned as Tasha left.