Harry is still laying down in the office on the bed as his mom is rubbing her sons back.

Harry: Mum.

Anne: Yes.

Harry: I feel terribly awful.

Anne: I understand.

Sabrina: Harry.

Harry: What is it?

Sabrina: Is Mrs. Anne your mom?

Harry: Yes.

Sabrina: nice.

Anne: Harry, sweetie try and go to sleep.

Harry: Okay.

Harry takes his shoes off, lays down, and tries to sleep.

Anne: My poor baby, he feels awful.

Anne continued back at work, while she was waiting for Sabrina's mom to come pick her daughter up from school early and waiting for the school day to be over with so she can take care of her son when he was at home.

Catherine: I am here to pick up my daughter Sabrina.

Anne: Okay.

Sabrina: Hey, mom.

Catherine: Hey, Princess.

Sabrina: Mom, can I have a ginger ale when we get home?

Catherine: Yes, sweetie.

Sabrina: Thanks.

Catherine: Let's go.

Sabrina and her mom Catherine leave the nurses office and head to the attendance office where she signs her daughter out and takes her home.

Harry starts to stir in his sleep when he starts to feel his stomach cramp up again, causing him to feel very unconformable and causing him to whimper a bit.

Anne: Sweetie.

Harry: Mum.

Anne: Yes.

Harry: My stomach.

Anne: Is your tummy bugging you?

Harry: Yes, mum...my tummy is bugging me.

Anne: Awe, baby.

Harry feels the urge that he needed the toilet and gets up quickly without making himself dizzy and rushes to the bathroom and closes the door and pulls down his jeans and boxers and quickly sits on the toilet, lets out a wet fart, and relieves himself.

Anne: Sweetie.

Harry: Yes.

Anne: What's the matter?

Harry: I am having diarrhea right now.

Anne: Really?

Harry: Yes.

Anne: Sweetie, you have the stomach flu.

Harry: I do.

Anne: Yes.

Harry: That sucks.

Anne: I will be taking great care of you.

After Harry finishes handling his business in the bathroom, he comes out of the bathroom and lays back down on the bed in the nurses office and relaxes.

Anne: Sweetie, can I feel your forehead again.

Harry: Yes.

Anne puts a cold hand on Harry's forehead and cheek and noticed that he was feeling a bit warmer than the first time she felt his forehead and cheek.

Anne: Pumpkin.

Harry: Yes.

Anne: You feel much warmer than you felt earlier.

Harry: Ugh.

Anne: I'm going to check your temperature.

Harry: Okay.

Anne grabs the thermometer and places it in her sons mouth under his tongue and waits for it to beep.

Harry is rubbing his stomach again while his mum was taking his temperature because of his stomach hurting terribly like someone stuck daggers in his stomach causing him to tear up a bit.

Anne is typing on her laptop when she hears the thermometer beep and takes it out of his mouth and looks at the screen and sighs at how high the numbers are.

Anne: 103°F (39°C)

Harry: Hmmm.

Anne: Sweetie, you have a fever.

Harry: I do.

Anne: Yeah.

Harry: Great.

Anne: Sweetie When we get home...off to bed.

Harry: Okay.

Anne: You need to rest.

Harry: Okay.

Anne: Remember what I said.

Harry: Yes, Straight to bed.

Anne: Alright.

Anne looks at the time and notices that the school day is almost over, when a friend of Harry's came to the nurses office with papers for him.

Liam: Hey, Anne.

Anne: Hey, Liam.

Liam: I didn't know that you worked here as the school nurse.

Anne: Harry didn't know either.

Liam: Harry, I have some papers for you from class.

Harry: Really?

Liam: Yes.

Liam hands Harry the homework from class and explains everything to him and also helps him understand the homework and Harry thanks him and Liam leaves and heads back to class after telling him to feel better soon.

Anne: Thanks Liam.

Liam: You are very welcome, see Ya Harry, once again feel better soon.

Harry: Thanks Liam.

Liam: You are very welcome.

Harry: See Ya.

Liam: See Ya.

After that Liam heads back to class before the school bell rings letting everyone know that the school day is over.

Anne: Harry.

Harry: Yes, mum.

Anne: Do you have everything?

Harry: Yes.

Anne: The bell is about to ring.

Harry: Okay.

Harry sits up and is about to put his shoes back on when he ends up running to the bathroom again to throw up in the toilet... when he gets in the bathroom his mum follows him in the bathroom and bends down behind him to rub his back as he threw up into the toilet.

Anne: It's going to be okay.

Harry: Ugh.

Anne: Shh, shh calm down.

Harry is still crying a little while he is vomiting into the toilet and while his mom is rubbing his back to comfort him still.

Anne: Sweetie are you finished?

Harry: I don't know.

Anne: Okay, sweetie.

Harry: I just want to go home and lay down.

Anne: I know baby I know.

Harry: mum, can you make me some chamomile and ginger tea and some ginger biscuits when we get home, please?

Anne: Sure, sweetie.

Harry: Okay, Thanks.

Anne: You are very welcome Sonshine.

Harry finally was finished in the bathroom, flushed the toilet, and washed his hands.

Anne: Well, sweetie let me finish putting my things together and I will be ready to go.

Harry puts his shoes back on and puts his coat on and grabs his backpack and puts the bucket away and is waiting for the bell to ring.

Anne: All straight.

The school bell finally rings, and everyone is leaving and going to their lockers to grab all their stuff and Harry and his mum leaves the office and headed out of the door that the staff leaves out of.

Harry: Mum.

Anne: What's the matter sweetie?

Harry: My stomach hurts again.

Anne: Okay, sweetie... let's get to the car.

Harry: Okay.

Anne says goodbye and heads out of the door with her son and unlocked the car doors to let Harry in and put his stuff in the backseat.

Anne: Are you all set sweetheart?

Harry: Yes.

Anne: Alright, try to rest.

Harry: Okay.

Harry puts the passenger seat back and tries to sleep while his mom is driving home.

Going to write one more part and I will be done.

~Nichelle