A/N I haven't done a one-shot about those two yet. I'm actually planning on doing a collection of one-shots focusing on two characters each. xD This is not a shipping fic, but I guess you can imagine it as one if you like. ~ Man I do love oneshots….

Heat.

That was all he curreny felt. Sometimes he was cold, too. But most of the time it was just this unbearable heat. He licked his bleeding lips a few times and hissed at the sharp stinging sensation. Each breath hurt and sent a surge of pain down his spine. Since he kept his mouth shut, he had to breathe through his nose, which resulted in noisy, erratic (and somewhat cute) snuffling that his whole blood was currently boiling and destroying him painfully from the inside, he managed to let out a squeak of fear and pain. Every muscle in his body ached and screamed in agony at every little movement he managed to make. Something ran down his cheek. It tickled. It almost felt like a tear, maybe it was. Probably. His damp fur clung to his exhausted body. He dared to open his eyes, something that already took away way to much energy. Energy he didn't have anymore.

However, he managed to open them, even if only a little bit. Disappointment along with some panic, mixed with a feeling of utter confusion possessed his weary mind instantly. Everything was a blur, colors of all kinds were dancing in front of him and seemed to throb along with each throbbing sensation he felt in his head. They moved in a very unspecific way, and honestly, he didn't know where he was or what was going on. All he knew was, that the quickly changing blobs of green, blue, pink and orange made him dizzy. Ohh, but the heat… the horrible heat…a waft of cold air, probably caused by movement,stroked his limp arm. Was there anyone here with him? In hell?

A hoarse groan escaped his throat, he regretted making a sound immediatly after he felt another sharp stinging pain in his dry and agitated throat. He blinked.

His eyes just wouldn't focus, and he hated the feeling. He felt blind and pathetic. Suddenly a yellow-ish blob invaded his vision, but he couldn't make out any details. Weird noises filled his ears, but they were way to quiet, and were nothing compared to the many kinds of sounds of pain he already heard in his head. Like the throbbing, or the thickened blood trying to make its way through his heated veins. Oh god, was he dead?

Suddenly, coldness took over his body again and he could feel himself shivering erractically. Oh well, it was better than the horrible, TERRIBLE heat. Something damp touched his forehead, making him flinch and turn away instantly. And again, noises filled his ears. They sounded almost like a voice, but it was extremely hard to make out who it belonged to. And to be honest, he didn't want to think at all. Anything that was a possible trigger for another wave of this head- crushing, nerve -killing headache would be avoided at all cost. Heck, he didn't even have the energy left to find out what his OWN name was. He would take care of that later.

Darkness illuminated his view and his eyes shut close again. Yes, he would take care of that later, when he wasn't this miserable anymore. Unconsciousness hit him like a punch in the face and he faded away, along with the pain. All he remembered was that someone touched his cheek, just before he drifted to sleep.

When he came back from the sweet, relieving darkness, pain took over again. But much to his surprise… he felt… better. It wasn't exactly 'fine' now, as he still felt occasional waves of pain blazing through some parts of his body, but his head was all better. Or so he thought. Actually, his brain was just numb to the feeling of pain right now, maybe because it just woke up, but the pain would return. He just knew it. And if course it did, worse than ever. This time actually managed to lift his right paw (or was it his left?) and place it on his sweat-covered head. Something cold was being dragged across his body again, but this time it went everywhere, not just his head and chest. The refreshing moisture relaxed his agitated muscles.

"Spring Bonnie." A voice whispered to him, but to him it sounded like the most high-pitched, most unbearable screech. Wait…he understood that! Joy filled his very mind. He wasn't dead after all! And he wasn't in hell either. He managed to open his maw, but before he could say a thing, something was shoven in his mouth. What was that? He tried to open his eyes again, luckily with more success than last time.

Instantly a shade of yellow filled his vision, it was still blurry, yes. He felt like he was opening his eyes underwater. It stung a little and all he saw was blurred. This time however, he could actually make out some features of this yellow blob, even if his eyes still wouldn't focus the way he wanted them to. But shortly after his eyes adjusted to the light and managed to focus a little, he smiled around the thing in his maw.

Oh my god. He knew that person! He knew…but the name just wouldn't come to his mind. The smile was being returned, he could tell.

"Finally. I thought you were gonna die. It's me. Fredbear. Don't worry, I'm here with you. You're a little…well…pretty delirious, but I can tell you're feeling better than a few hours ago. So I want you to take those pills. But first, drink something."

Fredbear. Hm.. That didn't sound right. But it was oddly familiar, the sound of 'Fredbear'. He repeated it over and over again in his head, but his mind was still too clouded. Had his fever erased his memories or had it done more damage than he could imagine? His thought process was interrupted by a hand grabbing the back of his head. Just now the bunny knew what had been shoven in his mouth. It was a straw. Drinking, he hadn't done that in a while. His blood had thickened and had probably contributed to his headache, so he sucked on it without a doubt. His eyes closed again, but this time it was from relief. His dry, sore throat was being carassed by the coldness of the water and he could have sworn his headache wore off a little. His body too welcomed the source of refreshing coldness.

The straw was removed a few seconds later and was replaced with something bitter. A pill. Yes. Anything that was capable of helping him come over this as quickly as possible was his new best friend. The straw was placed in his mouth once again and with the help of the water, he managed to swallow without any problems.

"Come on, you need to sit up and go to the bathroom". This resulted in a whine coming from the rabbit.

"I know, you're tired. And I know that you don't feel like getting up. But I can't carry you anymore, my back hurts. I carried you the last time and we barely made it in time. And I sure as hell won't be cleaning up after you... again."

The bear said, his voice strict and matter-of-factly. Spring Bonnie shook his head again and used his lower arm to cover his eyes. "N-no…don…havta…go…" he stammered, his voice a bit shaky and hoarse because it hadn't been used for at least a few days. Fredbear heaved a sigh and frowned.

"Okay...but you'll have to get up anyway. And before you complain, I'm helping you. But you've been lying here for four days, and I really hate to tell you…you reek. And also, I want to change the sheets…" He grabbed the reluctant bunny by his paws and pulled him into a sitting position while listening to his pathetic pleas and whines. What a kid. The show for tomorrow was definitely cancelled. Fred sighed again. He missed the children and their sparkling eyes and cries of joy. But he couldn't leave his friend alone. Not now. The bunny didn't get sick often, but when he did…it ususally ended like this. He groaned quietly when he felt the extra weight on his worn out shoulder and used his arm to hug Spring Bonnie's waist while the bunny clung to him as if his life depended on it.

This was going to be another looooong night.

A/N Torturing characters if my favorite thing to do. I want to torture more of them, but idk who. Lol. So much for that. My niece came to visit today (22 months old) and she fell asleep right next to me. But then my mom woke her and she became fussy. She was so cute, I still don't get why my mom had to wake her. I'd be pissed too if I were sleeping and suddenly someone comes and wakes me up. Sorry for the rant. But she's such a cute baby omg. Ahem..end.