Oliver's pov

Yesterday during a fight, I received a powerful kick to the right lower side of my stomach. So when I woke up this morning with pain close to said area, I didn't think much of it.

I carried on without a worry until couple of hours later, when I felt a sharp pain moving from around my bellybutton to the lower right side of my stomach.

At this point I felt nauseous, chills running through my body. Hand the painful area, I called out

"Mama!"

Bree was beside me in about two seconds, the rest of the team not so far behind. She tousled my hair "What's wrong with your stomach?"

Grimacing, I replied " I thought it was only sore from the fight yesterday, but it got worse." After I told my symptoms, Bree made Chase scan my abdomen and they both looked sad and worried. The team mom was the one to break the news " Baby, you have appendicitis."

I quickly made the connections in my head, three words echoing in my mind. Hospital. Surgery. Needles. I immediately found my voice " No! Mama, please don't take me to the hospital... I'm begging you. Please."

She sighed, visibly suffering for me "Baby, I have to. It'll make you feel better."

No matter how much I protested, she's Mama Bree. She ALWAYS wins. Plus the fact that I was in extreme pain helped her cause.

- time skip -
Bree's pov

When we got to the hospital and got him checked out, it was confirmed. He had appendicitis and needed an appendectomy ASAP.

The team and I were quick to comfort him, but it didn't do much. Kaz and I were the ones who were closer to progress though.

Soon a nurse, named Nikki, came in once I was alone with Oliver. She was going to put the IV in before he was taken to surgery. She gave me a snooty look and said "You need to leave your boyfriend alone now, little girl. You need to leave."

Oliver and I gagged a little at the term boyfriend, and we spoke "We're not dating." He then exasperated "She's my MOTHER!" She looked shocked "Real mother?!" We rolled our eyes "NO!"

As the nurse tried to get me away from him one more time, I got in between them, glaring daggers at the blonde "I'm not getting in the way if you doing your job, so I suggest you let me do mine."

She realized I wasn't going to budge, and that I was the only thing between Oliver and a full-blown freak out; so she let us be and got everything ready to put the IV in.

Noticing that, I quickly grabbed his other hand in mine, turning his attention away from the needle "Baby, look at Mommy. There. Nice and easy... Almost done; you're ok." Soon that was over, and I don't know who was more relieved; him or me.

Even better, that super bratty, annoying and mean nurse left. Smirking a bit, my baby spoke "Good riddance, Icky Nikki." I laughed, giving him a high five " Hate her, love the nickname."

Not long after, the doctor came, Oliver already asleep. Dr. Brent was the doctor who treated Chase and Kaz, and was an old friend of the Davenport family. He smiled sympathetically "Got another one of your babies for me, Bree?" Sighing, I replied "Yeah." A while after he left with Oliver, I turned my Invisibility App on and slipped inside the OR grasping Oliver's hand; making him smile. The boys always know if I'm around, conscious or otherwise. The surgery and recovery were quick and complete.

Sorry meant to post this earlier!
Over and out.
Susz13.