White Dog, The Other White Dog, Another White Dog, and Still Another White Dog were glad to hear that Steve's late night of teaching would not be as late as normal. The term had finished last week and tonight was merely an in-service training seminar for the staff. Their joy at his relatively early return home quickly turned to concern when they noticed how green he looked and how feverishly warm his skin was. He was fine hours ago, when he came home for lunch, but now something was definitely wrong.
They did not need him to tell us, "I am feeling soooo icky! I think I have the stomach flu!" The White Dogs pushed him onto the couch and cuddled around him while I wrapped and put away the red beans and rice with spicy sausage that had been the dinner plan and quickly opened a can of chicken noodle soup. He had to be coaxed to eat even that and I KNOW I saw him feeding the pups the chunks of chicken from it.
Fortunately, his body has not reacted violently to food and Steve is sort of dozing under the protective gaze of The Army. White Dog is curled against his back on the couch. Quinn stands watch with his head resting on the cushion by Steve's hand. Nuka and Puff are stretched out on the floor beneath him. I can feel their concern and care as they watch and know Steve would get no better healing at Mayo Clinic. I just hope this is 12 hour bug that passes quickly.
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