Fever
Arnold lays in bed sleeping off the effects of his 102 fever when there's a knock at his door. Inviting the person in, he sees that it's Helga. Surprised and a bit confused at this he says, "Oh, hey Helga, what are you doing here?"
Ever on the defense she replies, "Don't get your shorts in a bunch, Arnoldo, I'm just bringing you your homework."
Their fingers touch as she hands it to him and her demeanor immediately softens. For a moment he sees actual concern on her face.
"How are you feeling?" she asks in a caring voice.
"Not too well but I'm sure I'll survive." He smiles back. "Thanks for stopping by."
She smiles then mentally smacks herself, her usual gruffness returning. "Yeah, well, I was forced to come here so don't go getting any ideas that I did it out of the kindness of my heart. Now, I gotta get going."
She storms to the door but turns before exiting and again the soft tone comes back to her. "Get better, ok."
He starts to thank her but the door has already slammed shut so he turns his attention to the homework assignments. He stares at the meticulously written instructions and the pink ink sparks a thought to come to his mind.
He reaches into a hidden corner on the shelf in back of his bed and pulls out a small, pink journal. Opening it he compares the handwritings. "Helga!" his mind exclaims.
Homework forgotten he holds the journal to his fevered chest. As his temperature once again claims conscientiousness he drifts off with a small smile on his lips.