Sick With An RTI (Part 2)

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Nichelle's POV:  We just arrived in Australia and are about to check into the hotel, while Harry was asleep and we were cuddling, I noticed that he was warmer than he was before and that he was sweating profusely. I went to the bathroom and found the first aid kit that was near the light switch and went through it and found the thermometer. It was time to check his temperature.

Harry: * groans* Babe, it's hot.

Nichelle: Sweetie, can you get up. I need to check your temperature.

Harry: Okay. * he says sitting up *

Nichelle: Let me feel, your forehead. * I say putting my cold hand on his forehead *

Harry: Okay. Sweetie, that feels nice. * he says leaning into my cool touch *

Nichelle: Jesus Christ, you're blazing. * I say taking my hand of his forehead *

Harry: Am I in Neverland?

Nichelle: No, you're in Australia.

Harry: So Hot.

Nichelle: Mitch, sorry to wake you but I need your help.

Mitch: What is it? * he says sleepily *

Nichelle: Harry is blazing, and I need to cool him down. I'm about to check if his fever spiked but I am going to need a cold cloth to put on his forehead.

Mitch: Okay. * he says immediately getting out of his bunk and doing so *

Sarah: What's going on? * she says hearing the noise *

Nichelle: Harry's blazing and I'm trying to take his temperature. He is really delirious right now. 

Sarah: Can I help you with anything?

Nichelle: Yes, will you call Grayson?

Sarah: Okay. * she says getting up from her bunk and getting her phone *

Harry: * Coughs harshly *

Nichelle: Deep breath. * I say slightly panicked *

Elin: What's with all of the lights?

Nichelle: Sorry Elin. Something is wrong with Harry.

Harry: * Starts breathing heavily *

Nichelle: Elin, go in Harry's bag and grab his inhaler.

Elin: Okay.

Nichelle: Harry, slow your breathing.

Sarah: I'm on the phone with Grayson.

Nichelle: Great.

Harry: I need to come out of a shirt.

Nichelle: Okay. * I say helping Harry out of one of his shirts *

Mitch: Here is the towel.

Nichelle: Okay, put it on Harry's forehead. * I instructed after scanning his forehead with the scanner *

Mitch: Okay. * he does as he was instructed *

Nichelle: Jesus! 104.7 degrees! * I say worried *

Harry: * starts bobbing his head *

Sarah: I think that he is about to pass out.

Nichelle: Sweetie don't faint. * I say panicking much worse now *

Elin: I have his inhaler. * she says handing it to her *

Harry: * Begins coughing and wheezing causing him to panic *

Nichelle: Harry, panicking won't help; I have your inhaler.

Harry: I * wheeze* can * wheeze* barely *wheeze* breath *wheeze*.

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