This will probably be a cute chapter. Enjoy!

Septimus hummed, clearing his throat. His throat was a little scratchy, but he figured a cup of lava would change that. Taking a breath through his nose, he slowly lifted his wings, the blanket rising off of him in the process. ' My wings feel a bit stiff... ' He thought blandly. ' A quick fly should fix that. '

Shifting his feet over the edge, he slowly rose from his bed, shaking ever so slightly. He figured it was just because he was still recovering. Flying was all he wanted right now. Turning towards his left, he found Blitz curled up in the corner of the room on a tiny bed of cloth. Septimus had thrown that together in a rush the night before. Seeing the slumbering dragon almost brought a smile to his face.

Almost.

Septimus stretched out his wings, feeling a deep ache in the bases, before shrugging it off and pouncing into the air. The air blew his fiery hair around, caressed his wings perfectly as he flew. He loved flying. He loved everything about it.

Suddenly, however, he felt a deep ache in his wings, head, and stomach, causing him to crash hard onto the cold ground.

The demons wings flapped aimlessly in the air, keeping every part of him below his shoulders up in the air, despite the fact they wouldn't be helping him back into the air at that current moment in time. It would look rather humorous to anyone except THIS particular demon. ' Wh-what the douce? 'He mentally grumbled, clutching his midsection. ' Why the f***ing hell did I crash? '

Finally noticing his wings flapping like idiots, he growled, forcing them to stop and let the rest of his body flop to the ground. It definitely hurt his stomach, but he tried his best to ignore it.

Forcing himself back to his feet, swaying a bit once up, he pounced back into the sky. Once again the air hit his body to the point of feeling that this was as close to heaven as the demon was ever going to get. Like there wasn't a thing that could make him worry. But all to soon, the aches came back, and the demons wings began to flap heavily in an attempt not to fall. Instead, since he was concentrating so much on flapping, he didn't even notice the upcoming wall until he flew smack into it.

Septimus groaned, feeling his body sliding to the ground. ' What's wrong with me...? ' He mentally whined, now feeling the pain in his stomach becoming more intense. ' A-am I hungry? I-is that why I can't fly right? ' Shaking his head, a few fire sweat drops flying from his head, the demon hastily rose to his feet. ' No. I'm fine. I can get this right. '

" OW! D*** IT! "

Blitz jolted awake to this "lovely" sentence. His little wings buzzed, almost feeling himself pounce right from his bed. ' What the heck?! ' He mentally yelped, springing to his feet. His left leg burned horribly, but he forced himself to walk on it. After all, something was obviously going on with Septimus.

Hearing a loud thud, the dragon rushed a little faster. Seriously, what the heck was that demon doing?

Right as the dragon reached the archway to the other room, he heard this... horribly sound. It sounded like... someone was throwing up. Blitz shuddered at the disgusting sound, honestly hoping it wasn't that particular sound he was hearing. Finally turning the corner, the dragon was surprised to find Septimus, the most powerful demon in the underworld, as a quivering mess on the floor. He was sweating heavily, almost feverishly, and a spill that consisted of things unmentionably disgusting a mere few feet away from his mouth.

' Something's wrong. ' Blitz thought in slight fear, hurrying over to the demon's side. Septimus slowly cracked open an eye, which seemed to be fogged up, and watched the dragon carefully. It was painfully obvious he was taking a massive blow to his pride.

" I-I'm fine. "

He growled, trying to push himself to his feet. His arms were shaking horribly, and it was obvious he did not possess the strength to do so. Blitz wanted so badly to stop his from hurting himself like this, but it was impossible to prevent a demon with THIS ego to give up.

" I-I ca- "

The demons entire body seemed to lurch, and the fiery demon spat up again. Blitz pulled back in disgust, watching as the demon soon plopped back down to the ground, his face actually landing in the bile. ' Oh that's gross... ' Blitz thought, almost wanting to retch himself.

Swallowing his discomfort, the dragon gently began to rub the demons back, truly pitying the poor guy. It was so strange though... he was just fine yesterday...

" Ugh... I feel gross... "

Septimus grumbled, wiping sweat from his forehead. Blitz snickered slightly, before forcing one of the demons arms under his head and began to help him to his feet. Septimus groaned in obvious discomfort, and Blitz feared he was going to be sick again. But the demon stayed on his feet, and the dragon quickly flew up and placed an arm on his shoulders to keep him on his feet.

Buzzing his little wings violently, he began to lead the demon back to his bed.

" I... I have to... "

Septimus muttered.

" lead the others... "

Blitz growled at him, in a way that said no. No way was he well enough to do anything. All he needed was to rest.

Finally they reached his bed, and Blitz carefully laid him down on his bed, carefully tucking him in. Septimus groaned, turning his head to the side, his pale face suddenly turning red. It was clear he was embarrassed. Poor guy... probably wasn't used to someone taking care of him.

The demon's cheeks suddenly puffed up, and Blitz knew that sign. Flapping off as fast as his wings would carry him, he began searching for a bucket or a trash can. Luckily he found one near the fridge. Flying back, he froze briefly above the demon, finding his covers soaked.

The demon himself was shuddering violently, whipping his mouth off on his sleeve.

" Ungh... s-so-sorry... "

He stammered, and again, Blitz couldn't help but pity him. It was clear the demon didn't get sick very often. He looked completely helpless.

Carefully folding up the soiled sheets, the dragon placed them in the corner of the room to be washed later.

Blitz made an attempt to fly back over to the other, but his wings were starting to feel sore. He didn't have it in him to fly anymore. So instead, he hobbled over to the other's lava fountain. Why the demon had this in his BEDROOM was beyond him, but hey, who was he to judge? Scooping it up with a bowl that had been placed beside it, Blitz headed over to the demon's side, struggling to get beside him.

Gently parting the demons lips, he slowly poured the hot liquid down his throat. Septimus hummed, clearly enjoying it.

Lowering the bowl onto the ground, Blitz placed a gentle hand onto his forehead, surprised to find it cold. ' He's a fire demon... ' He thought sadly. ' And he's sweating... and yet he's freezing... what's going on? '

" Heh... "

Septimus huffed, a sadistic grin crossing his face.

" That bad huh? "

Blitz smiled softly, nodding.

" S***... "

Septimus cursed/laughed, a harsh shudder spreading throughout his body.

" I was afraid of that... I-I'm gonna freeze to death... ironic really... "

Blitz frowned softly, realizing there was really only one thing he could do for him while the blanket was being washed; the dragon crawled on top of his chest, curling up and letting himself relax.

The demon, however, seemed to panic a bit.

" H-hey! "

He squeaked.

" I appreciate your help, really I do! But I don't think you should-! "

Warmth suddenly began to fill his body, and he couldn't help but purr slightly. It took him a second to realize the sudden heat was coming from the dragon on his chest.

" ... Oh, I get it. "

Septimus murmured.

" You're a FIRE dragon. You can emanate heat throughout your body. "

Blitz nodded unconsciously, smiling a bit. Septimus couldn't help but smile back, placing an arm around the slumbering dragon. He wanted as much warmth as he could get. ' This dragon is so kind... ' He though on the brink of falling asleep. ' Maybe... I could keep him around... for just... a little... longer... '

" D*** it... "

A psychic demon growled as she watched this disgustingly cute sight.

" My plan was to make him miserable, not to bring him closer to that freak dragon... "

Now she had to pull all the stops out. If the demon's sickness wouldn't keep him away from her test subject, then maybe his d***able pride would.

Sorry it took me so long to post this. Again, as you can see, it's very long. Hope you like!