Chapter 7: Simply Sickly

Rocky

The sun was shining bright for a rather cold morning. I peeked into Molly's room to wake her up; today is our turn to make breakfast. When I found her in her blanket, she was groaning and her cheeks almost looked a sickly green.

"Marshmallow," I whispered, calling her by her nickname, "are you alright?"

She opened her eyes, and the white part was a dark pink. I've never seen her so sick. I called for Lucy, Primo, anyone who could help her.

Lucy was the first to come into the room. She examined Molly and stated that she needed to go to the doctor. I had to sit in the back so Molly wouldn't infect me with whatever she had.

"Sheesh, Molly," her mother exclaimed as the doctor checked her eyes. "Who were you sitting next to last night?" She shrugged. The doctor examined her throat.

He finally gave us her diagnosis after ten minutes of check-up. "It seems that she is carrying two illnesses. They are pinkeye and the stomach flu. Miss Moon must have bed rest for a week, and be sure to watch her if she is eating, for the stomach flu will decrease her appetite. Also, keep her from rubbing her eyes because it will make her pinkeye far worse. She has a fever of 102 degrees Fahrenheit. Please take care of her and come back here for another checkup next week to see how she's doing."

We thanked the doctor and left.

Davina

Did I seriously just scrape some crust off of my eye and sprinkled it into Molly's coffee last night? Yes, yes I did. Did I just seriously spit in it, too? Yes, yes I did. Hey, I had the flu AND pinkeye two weeks ago, so I might still be contagious. Once Molly sips on her mug, she'll be too sick to go on another date with Rocky for at least a week. That would be just enough time to get Rocky all to myself until then. I was almost sick myself when she took a sip of her drink.

Instead of heading back to my hotel room, I followed the couple back to Briersville Park, where they lived in a huge mansion. They have it better than I do, and I have a rooftop penthouse! For the night I slept on a bench behind some bushes to keep an eye on them. Today they were heading to the hospital to examine Miss Bog Eyes, so I took a walk around the park until they returned.

Molly was so sick that she couldn't walk, and so collapsed to the ground. Mister McDreamy picked her up in his arms and carried her inside. Boy would I want to be sick right now! Using a ladder that was carelessly left in the yard by the gardeners, I peered in the window in Molly's room.

"You don't have to stay Rocky," insisted Molly. "And I don't care if you will. I'm too infectous to be around anyways."

The hottie tucked her into the bed, but she kicked the blanket away. She said that she had the shivers, but the blanket was too hot.

"If you won't use your blanket," said Rocky," then I'll be it." He slipped into the bed with her, and she nuzzled up to him.

"You have a chance of getting sick like me," Molly stated.

"I'll take my chances."

This was definitely not what I expected.