Mrs. Nash walks through the floor door of the hour and half later carrying a large brown paper bag fill of Vodka. She walks into the kitchen and sets the bag down onto the table. Mr. Nash walks up to her and take her keys and drive license and the bag full of Vodka. He then walks outside and throws the bag full of vodka down onto the driveway and the bottles all broken. He then heads back into the house and up to the attic. He locks his wife’s keys and drive license into his dad old army trunk. He knows she will not be able to get them out of the trunk, because he has the only key and from now on the key will be keep in his locker on the army base. He has just put the key to the army truck in his front pocket with his wife comes through the attic door.

Mrs. Nash: What are you doing?
Mr. Nash: Keep you from buy more Vodka, you are cut off. You might not want to get help for yourself, at lest do it for your daughter.
Mrs. Nash: I do not drink too, much and I do not need help.
Mr. Nash: Yes, you do I will not feel comfortable leave Ellie here with you right now if I were to get ship out.
Mrs. Nash: Fine, I try to be a better mom and not drink.
Mr. Nash: That all I want.

Just then Ellie comes up to the attic door and she leans up against the door frame. Mr. Nash and Mrs. Nash sees that their daughter is holding her stomach with both hands.

Mr. Nash: What do you need Ellie?
Ellie: Can you keep it down, my head is killing me?
Mrs. Nash: I am leave!

Mrs. Nash walks out of the door and down the two flights of stairs. She then heads out the front door of the house. She slums the door shut behind her. As her mom walk out of the attic Ellie walks over and takes a set on top of her grandfather old army trunk and rest her elbows on her knees and rest her head in her hands. Mrs. Nash walks over to his daughter and kneels down in front of her. Ellie looks up at her dad and starts crying, he pulls her into a hug and runs his hands through her hair as she cries on his shoulder. When she done cry she looks at her dad and he notices that she is shivering. He places his right hand onto her forehand and feels that she is burning up.

Mr. Nash: Ellie let get you back to your bedroom and into bed. Then I am going to take your temperature.
Ellie: All right dad!

Mr. Nash helps Ellie up and down the staircase to the second floor and into her bedroom. Ellie gets back into bed as her dad goes into her bathroom and gets the thermometer out of the medicine cabinet. Why he in the bathroom Ellie starts having a coughing fit. Her dad walks out of the bathroom. He hands Ellie the thermometer and she puts the thermometer into her mouth. When the thermometer beeps thirty seconds later, Ellie takes it out of her mouth and hands to her dad.

Mrs. Nash: You have a fever of 40.5 C (104.9 F)
Ellie: It still has not gone down.
Mrs. Nash: But it has not gone up, so that a good thing.
Ellie: I want to go back to sleep now, dad!
Mr. Nash: I think you should drink something.
Ellie: No, I am too, nausea Dad.
Mr. Nash: Ok, but when you get up you are going to drink something.

With that Mrs. Nash leave Ellie bedroom and lets her get some sleep.