(Request) Sick Becca

       It was a rainy chilly day at the park. Every one was accomplishing their assigned tasks, dying to finish so that they can go to their respective homes and call it a day. At first the grounds keepers tried to convince Benson to cancel work but he refused, he wanted the work done and that was final.

That morning, Becca Luna did't feel like her normal, cheerful self. She felt awful; her throat was sore, her head was aching, her stomach felt a bit queasy, and mostly felt drowsy. Becca tried shaking it off, making sure nobody noticed. She didn't want to be put to bed all day. She liked getting the work done.

Luckly Becca was assigned to work inside the house, to tidy up the house and keep everything in order. While no one watched, she would take mini breaks after cleaning up each room. She would sit on the bed or couch and rest her head on her hands until she hears foot steps near the room and she gets back to work.

When it was finally her lunch break, Becca was sitting at the kitchen table with a mug of warm tea in her hands. As she let her hands warm up around the tea mug, she let her mind wander for a moment. Little by little her drowsiness took over her and she closed her eyes for a moment. . .

Pops walked in the kitchen and found Becca with her head down on the table. He walked over to her quietly and placed his hand on her shoulder softly.

"Becca dear?" Pops awoke her. Becca jumped at the sound of his voice.

"Wha?" Becca felt confused at the moment; she hadn't realized that she had fallen asleep.

"Are you ok?" Pops asked concerned.

"Y-yes, I'm fine. I'm just relaxing a bit. Enjoying every minute of my break." Becca said trying to force a smile.

"Are you sure?" Pops put his hand under her chin making Becca look up at him making eye contact. He noticed how pale and warm she was. He placed his hand on her forehead. "You're burning up dear," Pops looked at her concerned.

"I'm feeling fine Pops, really" Becca quickly protested.

"No, you will be sent to bed immediately. You will  be off for the rest of the day," Pops informed her in a serious tone.

Becca kept protesting but Pops won. "You are going to bed and that's an order, Becca. Understood?"

Becca sighed deafeatedly. "Understood."

Pops helped Becca stand up, but she fell back in her chair. "Here, come." Pops lifted Becca in his arms and carried her upstairs to her room. She laid her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes.
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Pops pushed open the door to Becca's room with his foot. Then he gently laid her down on her bed.

Becca felt herself being settled on her cool bed. She slowly opened her eyes and looked up at Pops. "I'm going for a thermometer. Be right back," Pops said as he went to fetch a thermometer from te bathroom. He came back a minute later. He placed the thermometer in her mouth and read the numbers after it beeped.

It read 104. "That's quite a high fever. I am afraid you would have to stay in bed for a few days my dear," Pops said softly.

"But what would Benson say. He'll fire me for sure if I miss a week of work," Becca said sadly.

"I'll speak to Benson about that matter, so don't worry. Right now you have to worry about getting your rest," Pops told Becca, softly stroking her hair.

"Okay..." Becca whispered as she closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Two hours later, Pops and Benson came to Becca's room to check up on her. Pops had a bowl of hot soup in hand and medicine in the other. When they walked to her bed, Benson gently shook Becca awake. "Becca," he whispered.

Becca tiredly woke up looking up at Pops and Benson. She smiled. "I got you some soup. Made it with Mama's old recipe," Pops said cheerfully. Becca giggled and tried sitting up with Benson's help. Pops pulled up a chair next to her bed and spoon fed her.

"Oh I can feed myself," Becca convinced.

"Oh no let me. Just relax," Pops told Becca. She smiled and continue to let him feed her.

"Pops told me you were sick. I'll let you miss work till you feel better," Benson said.

"Thank you!" Becca said happly. After she finished her soup, Pops fed her some medicine and some water afterwards.

"Get better," Benson said smiling and he walked out of the room.

"I'm bored," Becca mumbled. "Can we watch a movie of something?"

"But you really need your rest," Pops reminded her.

"Aww just for a little while, please?" Becca looked at him with pleading eyes.

"Well okay," he smiled and helped Becca make their way to the living room.

They decided to watch titanic. After watching the movie, Becca fell asleep in Pops embrace. He felt her forehead and realized she felt less warm than what she felt earlier. He picked her up and took her back upstairs.