WHO: Nathan & Heidi Petrelli WHERE: the Hyperion WHEN: evening following Pollution's fun times with the water WHAT: Learning the reason why bottled water is best. RATING: TBD STATUS: thread; in-progress
After reading the text, Nathan dropped the phone in his lap and slumped against the bathroom wall, closing his eyes. Whatever this was, it had hit faster than he was expecting from the faint stomach pains and nausea he'd had earlier today and had been growing all evening. Usually, he was one to ignore being sick until he'd either willed it away or been felled and forced to accept he was sick.
Having to text for assistance because he couldn't get far enough to just call down the hallway for Heidi meant he was forced to accept it. He wasn't the only one affected, however.
"Da-ad."
The call from Simon wasn't very loud, but it was persistent. Nathan opened his eyes, swallowed twice for insurance, and then answered. "Don't get up, Mom is on the way."
Monty appeared in the doorway, clutching his stomach. "Stomach hurts, gonna thr-"
It was only the reflex speed all parents had, even when sick, that got Monty's head over the toilet in time. At least he'd spared anyone having to clean the floor.