Will sighed, he was working with what he could but for the life of him he couldn't figure out what in the world was wrong with Bee. Bee had come in with a mild fever and some vomiting, and now looked sick as a dog. He had been trying to relieve their pain using ibuprofen, but as he stared at literally every health textbook they had he couldn't find anything he hadn't checked. Stomach bug? Check, nobody else was as sick as them, and the sickness had been going on too long. Food Allergies? No, they didn't feed Bianca any new foods either.

Will was stumped, and felt bad. He looked up to meet eyes with the sickly Bee