Dallas Gets Admitted

[Dallas Kennedy]

"Dude, I'm fine! I swear." Dallas tried assuring his roommate that there was no need to go to the hospital. It wasn't any use though, because Kevin had already packed Dally's phone charger, sweats, and secret snacks for him in case he had to stay overnight.
"You're not fine. Your temperature is almost to 104, you haven't kept any food or liquid down in two days, and honestly, you look like complete shit." Kevin said, stopping to nod his head.
"I feel like complete shit." Dallas said under his blanket on the couch.
"And that's why you're going to the hospital."
"I'm not going, man."
"You are."
"No."
"Yes."
"No"
"Yes you fucking are now get your ass up before I smack you." Kevin said, locking his leg in aggravation.

Dallas griped and whined the whole ride there, mostly because the bumps on the road weren't helping his extreme body aches. When they had finally gotten in to see a doctor, he was told they would want to keep him over night until they could get his fever down and under control.

Kevin helped him get situated in his room, which had another bed already occupied but the curtain had been closed before they got there. Awesome. He was stuck with some creepy old man, just what he wanted. Kevin tossed him the gown that the doctor wanted him to wear, and Dallas simply scoffed at it and said he wanted scrubs instead. With enough bribery to his nurse, she had brought him a pair dark blue scrubs and a matching shirt which he quickly changed into.

When he was all hooked up to his stupid machines, the nurse left the room and dimmed the light. Kevin asked if he needed anything before he left, making sure that his best friend was comfortable. When he was finally alone, Dallas licked his lips and pulled out his phone to text Kat so she knew he wasn't dead or anything.

He heard a cough come from the other side of the curtain and then a familiar moan. What... what were the chances? No, it couldn't be.. Dallas carefully reached to draw the curtain back so he could see who was on the other side. "Esme?" He grunted. When the girl had turned around, his face dropped. "You've got to be kidding me."

[Esme Russel]

Esme hadn't expected to find any common ground with someone like Parker who had been very snippy with her in the beginning of the conversation but it felt like they could really maybe become friends even if he and Jonathan didn't get along. Dallas and Jon didn't exactly get along either and he was still one of her best friends in the world. She couldn't imagine not being close to someone just because she was with someone who didn't like them as long as neither of them got violent, of course. She had a lot of time to think about all of the friends that she had when she was sitting alone in her hospital room. Mark had visited her and that was lovely but he had a mother in labor and a family to attend to and Jon was there whenever he could be but they had a baby who was not currently allowed to come into her room because she was at risk of catching the flu and who knows how awful that this could be on someone so small or whatever else she could get from someone else on this floor. This hospital was like a freaking germ fest! So, she accepted the fact that most of the people that she knew would be unable to come to her in her time of need.

She'd been here for three days already and it was absolutely miserable but the doctor had given her permission to wear something other than the hospital gown so she was more comfortable. She'd had her lovely adoring husband bring her in some of her favorite sweats and UGG boots along with a couple of things that she could use in the shower and some lotion to deal with her dry skin. She felt like a prisoner in this room but at least she was going to get better soon and it'd be the best possible thing for her unborn child and daughter for her to be here. The doctor told her that since she was in her second trimester and fifteen weeks pregnant that the chances of something horrible happening to her unborn baby due to her fever was slim.. Possible but slim and not to worry which was a definite relief considering that her fever had spiked up to 106 the night before and was currently settled at 104 thanks to some weird medication and she was able to keep more things down for a little bit longer now that she had been given something to settle her stomach.

She was playing angry birds on her iPhone when she heard someone come into the room but she wasn't really paying attention to what was going on around her since she was trying to focus on not throwing up and ruining all of the wonderful progress that she had made in keeping down her chicken broth and water. How was she going to convince Jon to bring her McDonald's for lunch when she hadn't kept anything remotely solid down for more than a few hours since she'd been here? Yeah, there was no way to do that! But everything in her stomach was currently fighting its way back up and she just couldn't take it anymore and that was the moaning that made Dallas look over to her.

Fuck.

It wasn't that Dallas had never seen her throw up before because he had especially when they were dating and she was hungover so it wasn't new for them but she looked at him with that deer stuck in the headlights expression before reaching for her puke bucket and barfing her guts up (figuratively though it felt like it was literally) as if she had no regard for the fact that there was another human in the room. If she could control it then she wouldn't be doing this right now but she just couldn't help it! She didn't stop throwing up until literally everything that she had eaten or drank in the last few hours was out of her stomach which was actually humiliating.

She finally put the bucket down and rinsed her mouth out with water before grabbing a piece of gum to chew to deal with the whole puke taste in her mouth. "Hey Dallas..." She sounded awkward because he didn't really seem happy to see her right now. "What are you doing here? Are you okay?" Obviously he wasn't okay! Why would he be in the hospital if he was perfectly healthy? It was twisted but in some weird way, she was actually happy that he was here! She wouldn't be so lonely now that he was there to keep her company.

[Dallas Kennedy]

Just as he had greeted her, Esme was leaned over and vomiting profusely. The noise alone, not to mention that he saw the first five seconds, made him queasy and he was fighting to keep himself from having the same outcome. He'd just be dry heaving though, seeing as he hadn't had any whole foods stay down in the last two days so maybe it wouldn't be that bad? He could feel his stomach knotting up and was sure his face was changing color by now.

Dallas was thanking God that she finally stopped because, even if he'd seen her vomit many times before, he just couldn't take it right now. To him, dry heaving was so much worse than actually puking. He scrunched his nose as she put the bucket aside and laid his head on the puffy hospital pillow and rolled onto his side. "I'm just peachy." He said with a straight face. As much as he hated to admit it, he was glad that he was sharing a room with her verses some old dying man.

"Kevin made me come in because -" He had to stop to hack up a lung, "Fuck, because my temperature went up to 104 and he's pretty sure I'm dying. It's your fault I'm dying, Es." Even though he really felt like it, he offered her a week smile and wink to show that he was only playing. "But seriously though? I'd rather be at home in my bed with Arturo." Dallas had grown rather fond of the kitten Esme had given him, and treated him like a baby.

His stomach made an eerie grumbling noise and ached. His appetite hadn't changed, but his body didn't agree with anything he had tried eating. He couldn't stomach the burgers, cheesy potatoes, tacos, chinese food and pizza. Then again, those probably weren't the smartest things to eat, but they tasted the best seeing as he was never a soup guy. He hated soup. The smell, taste, watery consistency, and the slurping noise most people made. "I'm so fuckin' hungry but I'm scared to eat anything." He admitted as he played with a piece of string from his pillow case.

[Esme Russel]

Esme rolled her eyes when Dallas mentioned that he would rather be with Arturo than at the hospital with her. "Yeah? Well I'd so much rather be at home with Cassidy right now.. Fuck, dude, I haven't seen my daughter in a day and a half." She snapped it just a little too harshly and regret it the second that the words left her mouth. How could she be so rude to him? He hadn't done anything wrong and she was just being a bitch for no reason. It was her fault that he was here and he had every right to be frustrated and wish that he was elsewhere. "I'm sorry, Dallas... I just miss my baby and I hate it here. I hate pumping milk because my breasts get engorged.. I hate knowing that she's fine without me there... I feel like a fucking dairy cow." She was so bipolar when she was sick - perfectly peachy and happy to an emotional wreck in under five minutes every time. She was actually starting to cry when she stopped talking and forced herself to calm down even if she didn't want to.

She raised a brow when he mentioned that he was hungry... Did he have to go and do that? She could suddenly picture a big greasy cheeseburger and the thought made her want to vomit which she was fighting back with everything that she had since she didn't think that she had anything left inside of her to throw up. It wasn't long before she was dry heaving over that little pink bucket once again. It sounded a lot more violent than it actually was but she knew that she would be hearing and probably seeing much worse from Dallas in the next day and that made her feel just a little bit happier. Misery loves company, right? Besides, she'd much rather have her best friend as a roommate than some cranky old lady who complained all day and probably had family bringing food in to her all day long and the smell of the elderly.. Ugh, it would just be a big mess.

She managed to compose herself eventually and glanced back over to her likely disgusted friend. "I'm sorry... The thought or mention of food is making me sick to my stomach.. Obviously." She looked away from him and tried to think of a way to make him as excited about this whole thing as she was. Didn't he realize that this was going to be like a slumber party except... they were both sick and they wouldn't be getting pizza and probably wouldn't play any cool sleepover games like truth or dare.

Okay so it wasn't going to be that much like a slumber party.

"Aren't you happy that we have each other at least? I mean it could be worse and we could have ended up sharing a room with someone that we hated and then we'd both be miserable." She just felt like it needed to be pointed out that things could always be much worse. "I mean... I know it's weird but I got really lonely here and I'm happy to have a really familiar face here with me."

[Dallas Kennedy]

Dallas scrunched his face up when Esme snapped at him. What was stuck up her ass? Well, she was sick and he knew the feeling of the bug they both had, so it was understandable. He hadn't exactly been a giant ball of sunshine either but he really hated hospitals. Now that she was bringing up how much she missed Cici and how much it sucks for her to be cooped up in this room and having to pump milk, his stomach was feeling kind of queasy. "Why would-" Dallas was cut off by her reaching for the barf bucket and dry heaving.

"Oh my God." Dallas groaned and stuffed his head under the pillow. He himself was fighting off the urge to vomit. He could feel his stomach starting to contract and knew he was going to lose this one. A deep grunt escaped him and he was quick to move his head out from under the pillow. His nurse hadn't brought him any kind of bucket or anything, but luckily there was a trash can next to his bed. Dallas leaned over, grabbed it and sat up, trash can between his legs and his head in it. He let out a weird noise that sounded like a dog burp and nothing happened. He didn't trust it though, and sure enough, there was the stomach bile.

Now, Dallas was not a pretty puker.. He was one of those violent vomiters that sounded like he was some kind of dying bear or something along those lines.. maybe a mountain lion. When he was done, Dallas spit into the trash can and set it back on the floor before rolling back onto his side to face Esme. "Yeah, real happy." He practically hissed in response. "Actually, it's better you and I be in here because well, you've already said why. I'd probably kill myself if I was stuck in a room with anyone else."

He reached over because his phone had gone off; it was Kat. "She's so hard-headed." Dallas grumbled under his breath. "Kat's coming even though I told her not to. I don't want her getting this."

[Esme Russel]

Esme watched helplessly as Dallas threw up stomach bile. Why did he have to always sound so damn violent when he vomited? She thought that she could fight the urge since she had just thrown up twice in the past half hour but even that was too much. She threw up right with him in her hospital bed and she finished in unison with him. If she felt better than she would have laughed at the fact that they had once again finished together which happened oh so often when they were dating... Ew... sex. The thought of naked sweaty bodies was making her stomach turn once again but she was able to settle it. "I feel horrible for getting you sick... This flu is kicking our asses." She looked over at him and frowned, "I have lost.... four pounds since I've been here and I can't keep anything down. I feel so awful." She let out a small groan and reached for her little clear plastic cup of water so she could take small sips to try and settle her stomach.

She had a massive migraine but she wasn't sure if there was anything that she could take to help it that would be safe given her pregnancy. "Are you cold? I've had the chills all day but my nurse won't give me fucking blankets." She legitimately believed that she currently had the nurse from hell! She wouldn't give her blankets or really anything that she asked for the majority of the time. She even stole some of her chicken McNuggets! She let out a heavy sigh and pulled the thin mint green blanket over her body but it just didn't help her freezing body. "I'm so fucking cold." She was obviously cold... you could easily hear her teeth chattering hell you could probably hear them across the hospital wing.

She was shivering all of the sudden like violently shivering. She raised a brow when he said that Kat would be coming by. Was she suppose to hide in the bathroom? She wasn't entirely sure what he had told Kat and how she would react to the fact that they were sharing a hospital room. It wasn't like they were going to hop into bed together just because they were in the same room! "Oh my God... She can't come... what if she gets sick?" She didn't want any possible harm to come to poor baby Kennedy.