Mark woke up at five-thirty in the morning so he could go to work at Buzz Line. He opened his eyes only to discover he felt like crap. He had a headache, aching limbs, and he was pretty sure he was running a fever. "Crap." He said some what sitting up. He felt heat trapped in his body. He coughed so hard his throat started to ache too. He peeked out the door to see if Roger was awake. He wasn't. He hated it when he was sick. Roger would always force him to go to bed and he'd call everyone, then they'd all come over with medicine or something. He put on his sweater, jacket, and scarf and headed slowly out the door. His shoulders sagged and he felt like he was about to pass out. He couldn't stop coughing and his nose was really starting to run. On his way to work he was surprised to see Angel. Unfortunately for Mark, Angel spotted him. She was in drag as usual. She walked up to Mark and immediately noticed how bad he looked.

"Mark, no offense, but you look like crap. Are you alright?" he coughed and tried to suppress his sore throat,

"I'm fine. Why do you ask?" Angel felt his forehead and he was scalding hot.

"Mark tell me you're just out to get medicine. You have a major fever! I don't think you should go to work today."

"Well…" Mark hesitated.

"C'mon, you're going home."

"But I-"

"No buts." Angel took Mark's scarf and dragged his neck all the way back to the loft. She took the key from Mark and pulled his scarf up the stairs and into the loft. When Angel finally released his scarf he examined it to make sure that it wasn't stretched out.

"Geez, Angel did you tug hard enough?" he asked loudly enough to wake Roger.

"Sorry honey, I needed you to stay here. You don't want to have to go to the hospital would you?" Angel asked apologetically. She was right though, Mark had hated hospitals ever since he was three. Just then Roger walked in and asked,

"What's this I hear about a hospital?"

"Mark's sick and he needs to lie down," Angel exclaimed calmly, "He tried to get away with going to work today, fortunately I found him before he could get there."

"Mark you dumb ass! Why'd you try to go to work when you're sick?" Roger asked angrily.

"I guess I didn't want you to overreact." He said hoarsely

"OVERREACT!!!!! I'M GOING TO FREAKIN LOSE MY MIND IF YOU DON'T GET YOUR ASS INTO YOUR BED!!!!"

"Okay, okay no need to yell." He said almost running to his room. Angel was silent, she'd never seen anyone blow up like that before.

"Wow, Roger you seem, what's the word, tense." Angel said trying not to run out the door screaming.

"Well. He shouldn't be in the streets with a fever!"

"O come on Roger, he was just trying to keep you from worrying."

"Whatever." Roger said trying not to admit anything.

"Well I'm going to head over to the store and pick up some medicine for Mark, later." Angel said heading out the door. Great now all Roger had to do was apologize.