• Brant walked down the busy streets of hawaii.

    He had one thing on mind, to get to the hospital.

    Why might you ask is he going there, well none other then to pick up his feisty, hot-tempered girlfriend, Joan Rose.

    Finally reaching his destination, he walked into the sliding doors of the hospital,

    walking up to the receptionist desk, he cleared his throat to get the man and the woman that was taking, to get there attention.

    Startled, they looked up and smiled,

    “ Oh, hello Brant. Um, I do believe Mrs.Rose is in her office.”

    Brant nodded and walked off down the hall to joan’s office.

    " isn't he the nices boyfriend, for dear Mrs.Rose " said the man

    " Ah! that is right! " said the lady

    " huh? " the man ask

    " the last time I went to Mrs.Rose office, she was asleep. "

    both laugh, and went back to what they were doing, before Brant came it.

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    When he reached the door, he knocked softly, and said her name, yet got no response.

    Opening the door, he peered inside to see his girlfriend slumped over her desk, head in her folded arms, obviously asleep or maybe die? no she couldn't die? can she?

    Chuckling to himself, he walked in, going up to Joan, shaking her arm lightly, he stirred her from her slumber, and to see ishe was still live.

    Yawning, she looked up at him and smiled, he smiled back, happy tha she was live.

    “ Brant,? Ah! im so tired, I just want to go home and go to sleep” she said as she gathered her stuff and placed

    her little hand in Brant’s big one.

    He noticed how warm her hand felt, a bit too warm, he also noticed her face had a slight pink to it.

    Once they got to Joan’s house, Brant said his goodbye, kiss her and left.

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    Next morning came around, Joan was suppose to meet Brant at the park, but she was late, and she was never late. NEVER! today was her first.

    Figuring she had slept in, Brant decided to head to her house and wake her up.

    When he got there the door was unlocked, so he stepped in and shut the door.

    He looked around, finding nothing out of the ordinary.

    Then he heard a low throaty groan, he crept along the wall to the source of the noise.

    Coming to the end of the hall, he was face to face with Joan’s door, then he heard it again.

    Suddenly becoming alarmed, he threw open Sakura’s bedroom door to see what's happening.

    There, he saw his girlfriend sitting on her bed in her

    Pjs with her hair unbrushed...and a box's of tissue on her lap and bed.

    “AACCHHOO!” Joan groaned and plopped back against her pillows.

    Brant smirked and walked up to her. Joan’s eyes followed him, “What do you think your doing?”

    her question came out croaky sounding. Brant placed a hand on her forehead, it was burning hot.

    “you have a fever babe, I think you have the flu” Joan snorted at his assumption,

    “ I do NOT have the flu BRANT, I am a medic-somethiingg....AH! i forggot? ahh, uhmm anyway! I CANT possibly get sick” Brant frowned at her and walked to her

    bathroom that was conjoined to her room. Coming back he held a thermometer in his hand. He placed it in her mouth and

    waited, when it beeped he took it out and smirked, “You have a temperature of 103.1, I think you have the flu”

    Joan humped and pouted, “ Thats not possible” Brant sighed and turned to head out the door, “You get some rest, okaaay?

    I’ll go do some chores” she only nodded and laid down, drifting off into a deep slumber.

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    A few hours later, Joan woke up to the smell of tomato soup.

    Getting up she sneaked into the living room and peeked into the kitchen to see Brant standing at the stove with her pink and yellow and white apron on.

    Sneaking up behind she circled her arms around his waist, “You know, you look so cutee, in a apron, you also look like a little girl, playing house” she giggled.

    Twisting around, He embraced her as she laid her head on his chest, “ How are you feeling?” Joan smiled, “Better,”

    looking over his shoulder, she looked at the pot, “ What you cooking?”

    Turning back to his food, he stirred it slightly before turning the burner off,

    “ Tomato soup, go sit on the couch and I’ll bring it to you” Joan only nodded and headed into the living

    room where she plopped down on the white couch and turned the tv on. A few minutes later,

    Brant brought out the soup, settling down beside Joan, he handed her the food.

    Before she could slurp the soup down, Brant took the spoon out of her hand and held the spoon at her mouth.

    “What do you think your doing?” She got her answer right away when Brant put the spoon full of soup in her mouth.

    Joan only rolled her eyes then giggled.

    After they were done eating, they sat there holding each other watching tv, well Brant was, Joan had fell asleep.

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    “NOOOOOO!” the sound of a vase crashing to the floor was heard.

    “Ah! JOAN, Stop being such a baby and come here!” “Im NOT being a baby! That stuff is nasty!”

    Joan was currently behind a chair with Brant on the other side holding a bottle of red liquid.

    " Joan its going to help get rid of your flu.” He took a step closer and Joan grabbed a pencil and chunked it at him.

    “ NO, that stuff could be like poisonous!? I could die!?” Joan took a run for her bedroom with Brant hot on her hills.

    Just as she was about to shut and lock her door, Brant forced his way in. Joan ran for her bed and dove under the covers.

    “Joan your acting immature” “I dont care!” Brant walked over to her and yanked the covers off.

    He poured some of the liquid into a little measuring cup, trying to get it to Joan’s mouth.

    Joan’s hand shot up and almost knocked the liquid all over Brant. Brant glared and tried again,

    but she wouldn't stop squirming. “Your going to make me do this the hard way”

    Brant climbed on top of Joan with one knee on each of her side, straddling her.

    He grabbed her wrists in one hand and forced her mouth open, pouring the liquid into her mouth.

    Joan gulped and glared up at him. Brant only shrugged and got off her. “Im going to go take a shower,

    you stay here and try to get some sleep” and he walked into the bathroom shutting the door. Joan glared at the door,

    “I’ll get you back, oh yes i'll get you back.”

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    when Brant came out of the bathroom, he found Joan laying on her bed watching out the window.

    He walked over to her and laid down, wrapping his arm around her.

    She turned and stared into his eyes, Brant leaned down and kissed her on the lips,

    After their kiss, they fell asleep with Joan on top of Brant. Joan had a huge grin on her face.

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    A few days later, Joan was cured of her flu and at the hospital working.

    Walking down the hall, she came to room 208.

    Opening the door she greeted her patient happily.

    “Good Morning, so what seems to be the problem?”

    Joan stopped short when she saw that her patient was none other then her boyfriend Brant.

    “AACCHHOOO”

    Joan burst out laughing and put her hand on his forehead

    “Brant, you have a fever, I think you have the flu.

    Let me go get you some medicine” She walked out of the room, then shortly came back.

    Brant’s eyes widen when he saw that she was holding a bottle of red liquid.

    “Oh Brant, its not that bad” Joan said as she closed the door.

    “Revenge is SWEET” Joan chuckled...