OK, so I know it's been kinda a long time. I've sort of had writer's block. I have gotten requests to write a story about Mordecai getting sick, and the plot going on from there. The reason I have not REALLY been writing is that I have not been

entirely sure were to from there. I might have some ideas, but I'm not sure. So,like after you read this and you have suggestions you want me to write about , just leave a review or PM me.

June 16 th ,2012

Mordecai woke up to the blaring of his alarm clock. The sound was awful, even got up and punched his alarm, but the throbbing was still there. He then realized he had an awful headache. Actually, he didn't feel well at all. His whole body hurt, his head was completely congested, and his throat was dry and took a sip of water for his nightstand, but his swollen, damaged throat made it so difficult to swallow that he nearly started coughing, but It was congested and horrible, and he got into a short fit, (btw, he's a cleanliness freak and coughs into his arm/wing). The sound actually was what woke Rigby, which was good considering Mordecai wasn't able to talk. Rigby woke up, but it would be a few minutes until he actually got out of bed and went to the bathroom.

Mordecai got up on his aching, shivering body and went over to the bathroom to brush his teeth,wash his face, and take a shower. He trudged over to the bathroom and caught a look of himself from the looked pale and exhausted, to the point where the blue feathers on his crown were almost as the white

feathers on his face. "Crap," thought Mordecai."I look as bad as I feel." Another reason to make this worse was that If Mordecai took the day off, which he really wanted to do, everyone would know he was sick and fuss over him. He splashed old water on his face and dried took his toothbrush and started brushing his teeth. His throat was swollen so that brushing his teeth made him want to gag (this has happened to me ) , but he liked his teeth clean so he continued scrubbing his teeth (ok this is what I do, since most of the bacteria that causes bad breath sticks to your tongue. Don't believe me? Google it.) he rinsed the brush , and added another dab of of toothpaste, and started scrubbing his tongue . Now when you do this, you have to be very careful not to go too far back or press down too hard, or you'll make yourself gAg. a sore throat makes this harder to do, so Mordecai managed to make himself start coughing again, to the point that his eyes were watery. He was done spit out and rinsed his mouth. Now he had to think of a way to make himself feel better."Maybe Benson kept cold/flu medicine in the medicine cabinet, and if I take that and a shower,I'll probably be alright." Mordecai rifled through the medicine cabinet , hoping to find something. he found a packet of "Theraflu :Sever cold and cough" medicine. "I remember these,you mix a packet of the

powder into hot water .I''ll take this along with a cup of coffee." He then turned on the water and took stood under the hot, steamy water ,letting the steam fill his lungs, throat, and head, making it easier to breathe and swallow. he got out of the shower, dried off ,and went downstairs to drink some coffee.

He poured some hot water in a mug, and poured in the Theraflu .He thought he'd drink it as fast as he could, so he could pour coffee into his mug before Rigby came downstairs. He drank as fast As you could drink any steaming-hot drink without burning coffee was brewing as he drank, and he was just pouring himself a cup as Rigby came downstairs. He was more awake then he normAlly was in the morning, "Mornin' " he chirped as he sat at the table. " Mornin' " Mordecai replied horsely, since it was still hard to tAlk. Rigby glanced at the top cupboard were the cereal was kept, since Mordecai normally got it down for him so Rigby wouldn't embarrass himself by climbing on the counter, but with his foggy- flu brain and rush to finish his Theraflu he forgot. he noticed Rigby looking at the cupboard and grabbed the now for him , " Here," he said with a small smile , knowing that being too short to grab the now was an embarrassment , so Rigby just went a little red ( luckily it wasn't visible under his fur) , got some milk for the fridge, and poured himself a bowl of cereal. Mordecai sat at the table with his warm cup of coffee, letting the creamy, bittersweet (he had added a little sugar like he normally did , and a bit of half and half)liquid warm his throat. Rigby munched on his cereal , until he noticed that Mordecai wasn't eating any food , jus t drinking his coffee.

"Aren't you gonna eat anything?" Rigby asked casually not really sensing Anything wrong.

The last thing Mordecai felt like doing was eating, he actually felt a bit quesy (sp?) . "I'm not really hungry, he muttered," not really looking Rigby in the eyes.

Rigby noticed that Mordecai looked pale and exhausted. "Dude, " he asked with concern , since he really cared about Mordecai, "your not getting sick are you?"

"No, really, I'm fine" he replied. Already the concern was getting to him.

Rigby had finished his cereal by now. "OK. Let's go work then" He suspected Mordecai was still sick, he was just testing him.

"Alright, Mordecai replied, eager to show Rigby he was capable of working , " let's go." He reluctantly stood up on his stiff legs, and head out the door, the idea of him having to work when he felt like this looming in his head.