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Chapter 2:  Sickness

        Scott woke from his slumbers with a start and took a few seconds to orientate himself. He allowed his eyes to adjust to the darkness before reaching for the light switch. It was fortunate he was a fairly light sleeper. As rescue leader he was required on most missions and he was used to being on standby twenty four hours a day. He was sure he had heard something coming from Alan's bedroom. It was quiet now, then he heard it again, a moaning and a retching. Scott hurried out of his bed and quickly entered the room next to his, which was occupied by his youngest brother. What Scott saw gave him every cause for concern. Alan was barely conscious and appeared to be holding his stomach in great pain. Scott moved quickly forward and felt his brother's head. Alan sweating profusely and the perspiration was oozing from him like water being squeezed from a wet sponge. His complexion was also very pale and his breathing seemed to be erratic.
         "Hold on Alan" Scott said as he pushed the emergency button that all the rooms were equipped with. This duly sent an alarm signal to all the other rooms waking the entire household. 
         Within seconds Jeff, Brains Grandma and Tin-Tin arrived adjusting dressing gowns and immediately showing concern when they saw Alan's condition. Brains stepped forward and examined the youngest Tracy.
         "Ugh, my stomach feels like it's on fire" Alan complained.
         "Well Brains? Asked Jeff anxiously.
         Before the scientific genius could answer Virgil arrived having come from Gordon's room, looking equally concerned.
         "I think you oughta take a look at Gordon as well, he's got the same symptoms"
         There was only one inevitable conclusion.
         "Food poisoning, it must have been that darned fish" Jeff stated.
         Kyrano had by now arrived and was looking on even more anxiously than the rest. Jeff could immediately tell what was going through his mind.
         "Hey Kyrano, I don't want you thinking you are responsible for this."
         "But it is I who prepared the fish Mr Tracy" Kyrano said sadly.
         "It is er u..unlikely th that the er preparation or cooking was t to er bl blame." Brains told the gentle Asian. "The f fish itself was er c contaminated" 
         "Father it wasn't your fault at all" Added Tin-Tin reassuringly.
         Grandma had left momentarily and returned with two cold wet towels, one of which she handed to Virgil
         "Go and place this on Gordon's head" She ordered.
         Virgil took the towel and did so, whilst she did the same for Alan. Tin-Tin meanwhile was now holding an electronic respomometer above Alan's mouth to measure his breathing and internal body temperature.
         "Well I guess we better put out a call for the doc to come over"
         "I I don’t th think that will be er n necessary Mrs Tracy. W we can er handle this h here. I think it is a er r relatively m minor case, b but it will k keep the boys bedridden for a few days,"
         "Are you sure Brains? It looks serious to me" growled Jeff.
         "Alan's readings are stable" announced Tin-Tin with some relief.
         "As I er th thought. Tin-Tin."
         "Yes Brains"
         "You better g go and er mix up s some of that medicine for this kind of sickness" 
         "At once Brains" She answered as she placed the device she was holding on Alan's bedside table.
         Jeff meanwhile was looking anxious.
         "Let's just hope we don't need Gordon or Alan in the near future. Still I suppose we should be grateful that Scott and Virgil are both fit."

On to Chapter 3.