You and Brady were in a hotel room for your new upcoming movie. Expect, you two caught a stomach bug from set. You both were absolutely miserable. Your friends, Walker and Leah, were sharing the room with you, but they were lucky to not catch the bug.

Walker and Leah come back from set, only to find you sleeping and Brady drinking Pedialyte. Brady knew it wasn't gonna stay down, but it's the only way he could get some of the proteins he needed, as you and him had absolutely no appetite.

Walker sits on the edge of you and Bradys bed. Leah went in the bathroom to go change out of her set clothes.

"How you guys holding up?"

He asks. Brady finishes up the Pedialyte, then looks at Walker.

"Not too well. We can't keep food down."

He says, rubbing his eyes and lightly running a thumb across your neck.

Walker sighs.

"I'm sorry. It probably sucks."

He says. Brady nods.

"Yeah. That Pedialyte tastes like shit. Like medicine and juice at the same time. Nasty."

Brady complains. Walker chuckles.