Mr Bee's Sick Sunday

Mr. Bee tried to sleep, but an officer on the other bed was already in deep sleep around 2:00. A cold breeze woke Mr. Bee up. "Oh God! The headache!" He stood up, drank some water, and got back to sleep.

In the morning, at 7:00, Mr. Bee was sitting in the main office room. Officer Swan arrived and sat with him on the other sofa, both wearing white t-shirts and black pants. Officer Swan handed Mr. Bee a cup of tea. "Are you alright?" he asked, noticing Mr. Bee's cough.

Mr. Bee took the mug, holding a napkin in his mouth as he coughed hard. "Yeah! Why? Why would you think that I am not alright?" Officer Swan replied, "I don't know! Maybe because you wake up 3 to 4 times at night and you are coughing here just after the morning prayer!"

Mr. Bee took a sip of the tea. "I think it's because the rainwater I had on myself yesterday it's getting me hard." Officer Swan made a face. "Why don't you use some medicine?" Mr. Bee used the napkin to clean his nose. "Already done that...Sherlock!"

Officer Swan suggested, "Alright then why don't you just call a doctor or I can take you to one!" Mr. Bee refused, "What for! My situation is not that critical!" Officer Swan was about to ask something, but Mr. Bee saw it coming and said, "No!"

Officer Swan looked decent. "What? I didn't even say anything yet!" Mr. Bee turned defensive. "I know what you are going to say and that's not the reason!" Officer Swan laughed. "You are afraid of an injection." Mr. Bee defended himself, "Oh! Come-on! What do you think...a man like me who had killed many creatures will be afraid of a single injection? Just a stupid little needle that goes in your skin and all that..."

Officer Swan teased Mr. Bee. "You know! Nowadays I think even an 11-year-old is brave enough to have an injection but you..." Mr. Bee took another sip of the tea. "Stop it!"

Officer Swan asked, "Alright! So how is it gonna go? You can do bowling, swimming etc. So what would you be doing here all day?" Mr. Bee replied in a low pitch, "Rest!" Officer Swan showed sympathy. "Rest...in that condition?" Mr. Bee stood up, putting the mug on the desk. "Yeah! Of course! Why not?"

Officer Swan finished his tea and put it on the same desk, looking at Mr. Bee go. "Such a grown man is afraid of an injection!" Mr. Bee shouted from outside, "I am not!"

After some time, Officer Swan went into the bedroom to check on Mr. Bee. He found Mr. Bee unconscious on the floor. Officer Swan ran towards him, trying to get him up. "Bee! Bee! Are you okay?"

Mr. Bee woke up coughing. "Yeah! Yeah! I am fine!" Officer Swan helped Mr. Bee sit up. "What happened?" Mr. Bee explained, "It was just a burst of cough and all I ran to get medicine off the fridge but blackout."

Officer Swan couldn't hold it anymore. "Alright! That's enough! You need a doctor!" Mr. Bee held Officer Swan's hand. "No...please! I am fine!" Officer Swan looked disappointed. "Bee...Come-on!" Mr. Bee stood up and got out of the bedroom. "No...No...I am really fine!"

Officer Swan asked, "Where are you going?" Mr. Bee replied, "I'll change and go on a drive...just need some fresh air." Officer Swan cared for him. "Wait! I am also coming...Oh! This guy..."

Both changed and went on a drive. Mr. Bee was driving, and they were both in full suits without glasses. Officer Swan still tried to convince Mr. Bee to see a doctor. "Still...I am telling you...a doctor is what you need...it's just a needle going in your skin."

Mr. Bee showed bravery. "I am not afraid of...alright! You don't believe me...let's go to the doctor." Mr. Bee stopped at a corner of a narrow and silent street with greenery all around at a high mountain range. "Look! Now the petrol is finished just because of you insisting on me driving to the doctor!"

Officer Swan looked at the meter. "But I can look at that the petrol is not finished...what are you..." Mr. Bee got out of the car. "Now! We have to wait for someone to give us a lift.

Officer Swan also got out of the car. "Bee...Come-on! Man! Seriously!" Mr. Bee stood in a classy style, putting his weight on the car.

Officer Swan took out the spray and used it on Mr. Bee. "So! Sorry...Bee!" He caught Mr. Bee and took him into the car.

This time, Officer Swan drove to a doctor and got Mr. Bee an injection. Afterward, they drove back to their office and went to the bedroom. Officer Swan carried Mr. Bee to the bed and threw him on it.

The car returned to its place in the garage. Mr. Bee woke up. "Huh! You used the spray on me!" Officer Swan replied, "Yup! I had to also get you an injection...believe you will be feeling better."

Mr. Bee still tried to maintain his bravado. "Yeah! Like I said! I am not afraid of the damn needle!" Officer Swan sat on the bed, smiling. "Yeah! Yeah!"

Mr. Bee looked at Officer Swan. "And remember if you used the spray on me again..." Officer Swan lay down on the bed and turned off the light. "Alright! I'll remember! Now let me sleep!"

Mr. Bee lay down and whispered, "Huh! Thanks, Swan!" Officer Swan whispered back, "You're welcome."