A/N: Thanks for the reviews! They inspire me.
Disclaimer: I don't own GMW.
Topanga hung up the phone and gathered her things. She stuck her head into her boss' office. "I'm gonna have to leave now..."
He looked up. "Topanga! Why? You can't just leave in the middle of the day!"
She shrugged. "Sorry. My husband is sick and I don't think he can escort himself home right now. I'll spare you the details."
"In that case, you may leave."
Meanwhile, the class watched as Cory hunched over the trash bin, not sure what to do.
"Maybe we should get another bin for him," someone said.
"Please do," Cory moaned. "Oh Topanga where are you?"
Farkle went into the classroom next door and asked the teacher for her trash bin. She obliged without much protest once she heard what it was needed for.
Topanga entered the main office. The receptionist looked surprised to see her. "Mrs. Matthews! What brings you here today?"
"I came to bring my husband home. Riley called me earlier and I could hear poor Cory throwing up." Really? He hadn't notified anyone of his being ill?
Just then, Maya came in. "Oh thank god you're here Mrs. Matthews." Turning to the receptionist, she added, "We won't be needing a substitute. Farkle can handle teaching for now."
Topanga hurried to Cory's classroom and threw open the door. Her heart broke when she saw Cory with flushed cheeks and hunching over a trash bin, another at the ready behind him.
"Oh, Cory..."
He looked up. "Topanga! Help me... Ohh..." She hurried to his side.
"Cory I told you to stay home today."
"I know... but my class..."
Topanga picked up the extra bin and handed it to Cory, who took it gratefully. "Goodbye class..." He mumbled.
"Goodbye Mr. Matthews!"
"Feel better!"
She guided him through the halls to the nurse's office.
"Mr. and Mrs. Matthews?"
"Hi Peg. I need to sign Cory out," Topanga said. "He's a bit ill."
"Okay... Sign here." The nurse handed her a clipboard. "Hope you get well soon, Mr. Matthews."
"Th-Thanks, Peg."
A/N: Another chapter coming today as well!