Unexpected turn of events (the script, Glen Power fanfiction)

Chapter 26

If Glen wanted to take Arthur which he wanted to do whenever he could anyway she'd gladly hand it over. It also meant that she could get to work earlier and prepare for the board meeting that was meant to take place at 9 in the morning.

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Kate woke up to a familiar yet unfamiliar sound coming from outside of the room. She'd gotten used to it, to hearing stuff from Arthur's room in the last five years, her ears were attuned to any sound that her son might make. Pushing Glen's arm from around her waist, she pushed the sheets back and left their bedroom. She heard the sound from the bedroom of her son. Opening the door she heard the retching and the smell of vomit filled her nostrils. "Mummy." she heard her son crying out, the moment she walked inside. "It's alright sweetheart, mummy's here," Kate told her son as she tried not to retch herself, she could handle vomit pretty well, not when she was pregnant, however. That was something entirely different as she went to the ensuite and looked for a pot under the sink and ran to her son as she put him on the fauttieul.

"It's alright little one, I'm here," Kate reassured him as he tugged on her hand, running her hand through his hair, trying to feel for temperature and she barely stopped the wince when she felt his forehead. He was burning up. "I'm just going to get a wet flannel, Arthur, I'll be right back," she reassured him as she headed back in the bathroom and wetted one. She put it at the back of his neck and started to pull off his sheets. "Kate?" she heard Glen's gruff voice say from the hallway as she looked over her shoulder. "Arthur's room," she called out as she watched him stick his head around the door, just as Arthur threw up again and she rushed to him, running her hand through his hair.

"What's going on?" Glen asked, crouching down beside Arthur and her. "I don't know, I think he's caught a bug. He's a burning furnace, will you get the thermometer from downstairs?" she asked her fiancé with a tilt of her head as he nodded his head and rushed downstairs. "Should you be holding him?" Glen asked as he returned to his son's room, Kate sat on the couch, their son in her lap as she held him against her chest.

"I'm not sick Glen. How do you think other mother's do it?" she asked him with a tilt of her head as he gave her a worrying look and he nodded his head reluctantly. He didn't want Kate to get ill as well, their son was already pretty sick going by the look of it and when the thermometer read 38°C, they got a bit more worried than they already were. "I'll call Tim," Kate told him as Glen handed her the phone as she called her family doctor.

"Mummy, my tummy hurts." Arthur started to cry as he held onto his right side of his stomach and Kate had a sinking feeling of what it might be. She didn't want this to be appendicitis, she remembered the time she'd had hers removed when she was 13. She didn't want her son to go through it as well. At five years old he'd been spared surgeries or any big injuries. Seemed he had outdone those five years and in the last six months, he'd broken his wrist, now this.

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After Tim had left and told them to head to The Portland Children's hospital. The moment they stepped foot into the A&E Arthur had been attended to a doctor Tim had called to when he left their place. Now an hour later she and Glen were sitting in the waiting room. Arthur had been taking to surgery to get his appendicitis removed. "He'll be fine," Glen whispered, his arm slung around her shoulders as he kissed the side of her head. He too was worried about Flynn, certainly when he thought back of how he'd found his girlfriend and son in his bedroom. But he knew that Kate being pregnant was more emotional, it had already been an emotional weekend and he needed to be strong for her right now. It was just a routine surgery and then they could relax. arthur would have to stay a day tops and then they'd be able to take him home where both of them could care for him and nurse him back to health.