Bad Things

Chapter 10

"Thank you for calling Miami medical, this is Dr. Robbins speaking." The doctor says softly.

"Hi, my son feels really warm. I think he's sick." Camila said.

The doctor is silent on the other end for a moment before speaking up again. "Have you checked is temperature?"

"No, not yet." Camila said.

"Check his temperature for me." Dr. Robbins says softly.

"Okay." Camila carried Blake into the bathroom and opened the medical cupboard. She grabbed the thermometer and put it in Blake's mouth.

The thermometer beeps and Blake leans back, coughing slightly before burying his face in Camila's neck.

"It says one hundred and four." Camila said.

"Bring him straight to the emergency room, I'll meet you there." Dr. Robbins says before hanging up.

"Okay." Camila said.

Lucy made her way into the bathroom, yawning. "What's going on?"

"Blake is sick. He needs to go to the hospital." the younger girl says softly.

"Let me get dressed." Lucy says softly, before moving to get ready.

Camila nodded. "We need to hurry."

Nodding, Lucy moves quickly, getting dressed.

"Mama?" Remi calls out tiredly.

Camila sighed, she dialed Dinah's number and went into Remi's room.

"Hello? You better have a damn good reason for waking me up early on a Saturday." Dinah mumbles out, she wasn't a morning person.

"Can you come watch Remi? I have to take Blake to the hospital." Camila begged.

"I'll be there in ten." Dinah responds before hanging up.

Camila took a deep breath and put her phone in her pocket. "Remi, we have to take Blake to the hospital. Aunt Dinah is coming to watch you."

The three year old frowns. "No leave."

"I have to." Camila said softly. "You love Aunt Dinah."

Rubbing her eyes, Remi shakes her head. "Stay with mama."

Camila shook her head. "You can't."

Pouting, the little girl crosses her arms. "Why?"

"Because Blake is sick." Camila said calmly.

Lucy walks into the room stretching. "Dinah's here."

"Okay. Can you take him?" Camila asked. "I have to get changed."

Nodding, Lucy takes her son and holds him close.

"Thanks." Camila left to get dressed.

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Lucy sighs as she lays Blake in his crib, the doctor had given him some antibiotics, telling them he had a virus.

Making her way into the kitchen, she grabs a wine cooler and glances toward Camila.

"Is that really responsible?" Camila asked.

Opening it, Lucy takes a drink and looks at Camila. "What? I can't have a drink but you can?"

"I haven't had a drink." Camila said.

"You did, yesterday." Lucy responds.

"It was one drink but I didn't know our son was ill." Camila said.