I hope you enjoy this little blumber my brain has had. I'll continue as often as I write.

Mordecai was moody lately.

Rigby thought this as they swept up the leaves that had fallen from the trees the day before. For about a week now, Mordecai had been sulky and not talking much. Even if he did talk, it was usually to make a snappy or sarcastic comment. Rigby had taken to not even trying to speak to him lately, mostly cause he didn't like getting punched. Mordecai's voice may be silent, but his fists were as loud as ever.

The silence irked Rigby until he finally let out a deep sigh and dropped his rake. "Duuuuude," he droned. "This is soooo boring." Mordecai didn't say anything, but he dropped his rake in response and walked off towards the house. Rigby scampered after, making sure not to miss video game time or cool internet videos.

By the time Rigby actually caught up to Mordecai, he groaned loudly. Mordecai was taking up the whole couch, looking up at the ceiling brooding. Rigby stomped over, his immaturity showing. "C'mon, man, give me some room to sit," he whined.

Mordecai sighed, his brow furrowing. "I don't feel good, dude. I need the whole couch."

Rigby snorted, then tried pushing Mordecai's feet away. "If you don't feel good, you should be in our room, lying down." He stopped trying to push the jay's feet as he thought. "Wait, if you don't feel good, why were you even working? You could've gotten a free day off, man!"

Mordecai sighed again. "I didn't wanna miss going out tonight with everyone."

Rigby pshawed. "Dude, we go out like once a week. It's nothing special."

"Whatever, dude," the jay responded as he turned over to face the couch cushions.

"AUUUGGGGHHH!" Rigby screeched. "Why don't you just freaking talk to me?"

Mordecai turned his gaze angry. "There's nothing to talk about! Just leave me alone!"

Rigby sighed a long, annoying sigh, then scampered off, in search of good company. Mordecai closed his eyes, sighing for the third time. He rubbed his temple, trying to rub away his sickness. This illness was taking up his life now. He could hardly think straight about anything without hearing the voices. It started such a long time ago, but it seemed lately, specifically this past week, it was getting so much worst. He just wished this night would clear things up, and maybe convince him of…something. He drifted off into a light sleep.

Suddenly he heard, "Dude, I think he's dead."

Mordecai opened his eyes to see Muscle Man, High Five Ghost, Rigby, Skips and Pops surrounding his body on the couch. He hurriedly sat up, muttering, "I'm not dead."

"My dear Mordecai, are you alright?" Pops asked, worried about his friend.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine Pops. Just tired," the blue jay lied.

Skips looked like he wanted to say something, but kept his mouth shut.

Benson came into his view. "Well, are we going or not?" The gumball machine man looked irritated that they hadn't gotten a move on yet.

"Oh, Benson, we were just waiting on Mordecai. We were worried about his physical condition," Pops said, hoping to break Benson from his irritation.

The gumball machine man walked up to the blue jay. "Mordecai, if you're sick, you shouldn't go out. You should stay home and get some rest."

Mordecai shook his head vehemently. "No, Benson, I'm fine! I worked all day and just took a little nap. I'm fine!" He looked at the faces around him, doubt etched on all of them.

"Dude, you look like one of those whales that gets washed up on shore and is close to death," Rigby chimed in. Mordecai punched him and the raccoon fell, whimpering as he held his arm.

Benson sighed. "Skips, do you think Mordecai is okay to go out?"

The yeti hopped over to Mordecai and examined him. "Yeah, I think he's okay. He's not contagious or anythin'."

Benson nodded. "Alright, let's head on over to Cheezer's."

By the time the gang was halfway through their meal, Mordecai didn't feel so bad anymore. Everyone was in a good mood. Benson was even smiling, which made Mordecai smile. Benson deserved more happiness in his life.

Suddenly a red wing flashed in front of Mordecai's face. He looked up from his gaze to see Margaret in front of him. He smiled.

"Hey Mordecai," Margaret smiled back. "Haven't seen you in a while."

He chuckled. "Yeah, I've been trying to wean my body off of coffee. Y'know, it messes with your sleep schedule and what not."

She giggled back. "Well, just wanted to let you know I've missed you. We should talk soon." Her eyes met his, a question in them.

He shook his head slightly, his smile fading slightly. "Yeah, sometime soon."

She waved goodbye and walked away. Mordecai watched her, thoughts forming in his head, then turned back to the table. He realized with a start that most of the members were smirking at him.

"What?" He asked, confused.

"Don't give me that innocence, bro," Muscle Man smirked. "She totally wants you."

Mordecai shook his head. "Dude, no. We dated for a little while, and things just didn't work out."

Rigby elbowed the jay. "Looks like you got the message mixed up, dude. She totally wants you back."

Mordecai sighed. "Whatever, can we just move on with the conversation?"

All the while, Skips watched, staring at Mordecai.

"Benson?" A high pitched voice broke the current train of thought in the group as Benson turned to see the lovely Audrey behind him, a big smile on her face. Mordecai's sickness lurched back with a sudden violence. The blonde who he had met only this past week when taking Benson to her party made his stomach sour.

Benson smiled back. "Hey Audrey. How have you been?"

"Oh, you know, just fine." She fluttered her eyelashes at the gumball machine man before casting her gaze around the rest of the table. Her eyes rested on Mordecai. "You boys don't mind if I borrow Benny for a minute, do you?"

With the mention of 'Benny', Mordecai's sickness grew ten times worse. While the boys all smirked and made suggestive comments, Mordecai stood up suddenly. Everyone looked at him in alarm.

"Ugh, I don't feel so good," he managed to stammer before racing to the bathroom. He found an empty stall just in time. As he emptied his stomach into the porcelain toilet, he heard footsteps behind him.

"Oh, dude that's sick!" Muscle Man shouted as he quickly left the premises, accompanied by High Five Ghost.

"SHUT UP!" Rigby screamed. He took two steps nearer to Mordecai. "Dude, you okay?"

Mordecai panted, his head hung in the toilet, not saying anything. He was worried if he tried to talk, another wave of vomit would overcome him. Skips hopped towards him and put one hand on his back.

Benson walked into the bathroom, concern on his face. "Mordecai?"

Skips answered for the sick blue jay. "His condition is a lot worse now. We need to get him back to the house."

He slipped one of his muscular arms under Mordecai's limp wing and pulled him up. Pops, the next tallest and closest to Mordecai, did the same on Mordecai's other side. They dragged him through the restaurant and all the way home.

Rigby ran ahead, making sure Mordecai's bed was free of objects that could be pokey and annoying. When he gave the clear, Skips and Pops laid their pale friend on his mattress. At this point, Mordecai could barely keep his eyes open. Benson approached the bed as Rigby pulled the covers over the blue jay.

"Skips, is he going to be okay?" He asked, his voice touched with concern for his employee.

Skips shook his head. "It's too early to tell," he muttered. "He might be able to sleep it off though. I'll check in on him tomorrow morning."

Mordecai groaned, making the others look at him with worry.

"Oh dear," Pops whispered, his eyes filling with tears. "I do hope Mordecai will be alright."

"I'm sure he'll be fine," Benson said, not sure if he was trying to convince Pops or himself.

That was the last Mordecai remembered as he drifted off into a deep sleep.

Thank you for reading.