Chapter 151
Silas POV
I wake to Gavin in the bed beside me crying, so I quickly sit up and pull him in my lap.
"What happened, buddy?" he sniffles.
"I threw up, Daddy," he sobbed. "I'm sorry... I threw up." Angie jerked awake at his sob and quickly went into mom mode.
"We need the thermometer and some Sprite. How bad does your belly hurt, honey?" she wipes at her eyes. She doesn't like any pup being sick.
"It hurts," he sobbed, and I felt helpless. Jordan ran for the child thermometer and a cold rag. He took Gavin in his lap while Angie took his temp, and I watched our pup lie on him. His little body trembling.
"He got a fever," she says, looking ready to cry.
"I sorry," Gavin cries. Jordan kisses his head and rubs his back.
"Think you can handle tylenol, baby?" Angie asks.
"What is that?" He looks scared. I bet my ex-mate never took care of him when he got sick, and it shows; the poor kid doesn't even know what Tylenol is. I hold in my anger as I watch Angie take care of him.
"Medicine to help with the fever, and it is bubblegum flavored. I also got a med to take the nausea away so you don't throw up," he sniffles. She cups his face and kisses his forehead.
"I sorry daddy," he looks up at Jordan with fear and sadness in his eyes. Jordan gathers him close and makes Gavin look at him. He kisses his hot forehead.
"You never have to apologize buddy if you feel bad, you come get us, and we will try to help you feel better. Never feel scared to say if you feel bad or come get us," he tells Gavin, and our boy nods.
"Okay, daddy, he says and coughs. "My belly hurts bad," he starts crying more, and I feel actual fear. I look at Angie and Jordan, but both stay calm.
"Should I call doc?"I don't want him hurting at all, so I feel panic.
I never had kids, and I'm out of my element here, but I'm willing to learn. I can handle any damn threat, but with a kid puking, I feel stupid.
"Let's try the medicine first and see if it helps." Angie hugs me, and I kiss her head. "If he doesn't feel better in an hour, we will take him." I nod, but I feel uneasiness fill my gut. I have never been around sick pups, and to have my pup sick scares me.
Angie gives Gavin meds, and an hour later, he isn't any better, and we all dress to take him to the hospital. Jordan carries him, and I carry Angie so she doesn't have to walk there so far. Once inside, doc walks up and looks worried as Gavin cries.
"My belly hurts," he sobs, and doc starts asking questions.
I pace as we answer questions, but I really feel fear when Gavin begins throwing up violently. Angie is crying as we all watch the medical staff call out for things, and doc orders blood work. He gets meds to stop the puking, and by three in the morning, our son is in surgery for his appendix.
"My poor baby," Angie sniffles.
"He will be okay, my love," Jordan says, hugging her. "We got this", he looks at me, and my gut sinks. I'm not good enough to be anything to anyone. I walk out needing a few minutes to compose myself, but I don't hear them follow. I fist my hair as I sink into a seat. I blow out a breath and sigh.
"Silas," I jump at Angie, saying my name.
"I just need a few," I manage to get out as her little hands touch my shoulders. She pushes my hands away to sit in my lap.
"He will be okay," she hugs me tight.
"I'm making one crappy dad," I say. "I freaking panicked, guys. I'm good in battle, not at figuring out how to help my own pup. I'm sorry," she kisses my lips after all that.