Sorry for the slow update. ;-;
Life has been somewhat hectic, but fun and I usually end up playing games or reading fanfiction instead of writing for this.
So, I'm currently listening to Neutral Milk Hotel and writing this.

-Arthur-
I felt...really warm. I opened my eyes slowly and saw Alfred's sleeping face six inches from mine. "What the hell?!" I screeched, waking up Alfred up. He looked at me sluggishly, his blue eyes dimmed with sleep.
"A-Artie? Stay here and sleeeep with me." He murmured, half awake. I blushed as Alfred reached up and patted my head. Then he fell back asleep. To say I didn't enjoy this would be a lie, but I couldn't do this! It was too embarrassing. The American was really warm. Not to mention his arms were around my waist. I sighed and gave in, he was sick after all.
I closed my eyes and prayed no one would come in and see us.

-
My prayer didn't work. Alfred's nurse had walked in, presumably to administer medicine to Al, and woke us up. "Um, excuse me, I don't mean to interrupt, but Alfred needs his medicine."
I jumped, waking Alfred, and got out of the bed, apologizing. His nurse laughed as Alfred looked dazed.

"Artieeee come baaaaack!"

I couldn't suppress the smile that formed on my lips, and climbed into my own bed.

"Alfred's not doing well, Arthur. He's running a pretty high fever. Keep an eye on him for me, please?"

I nodded, frowning.

"Alright. I put his medicine drip in. Thanks, Arthur!" His nurse smiled and hurried out.

I sighed deeply, looking over to Alfred's bed. He had already fallen asleep. With Alfred asleep, there was nothing to do. I stood up and decided to pay a visit to the teen room. Maybe there was something I could do for Alfred. Make him something perhaps?
I decided to leave my IV pole in the room, having been feeling better for the past few days.
I walked down the pristine white hallways, until I came up on the teen room. I peered inside, a few teens were inside. One was glued to the gaming consoles and the other watched a football game on the television. I saw one hospital worker supervising. "Um," I stepped into the room, looking at the supervisor.
"Would it be possible for me to bake something?"

"What do you mean?" The supervisor asked. She was a pretty woman, looking to be in her early thirties. Her auburn hair was pulled back into a bun.

"I want to make scones. Can we arrange that? It's a special circumstance." I sighed.

"Oh. Well I guess you can, but just this once. What ingredients do you need? I'll ask the cafeteria to allow you into one of their kitchens."

I rattled off ingredients and she wrote them down. "Okay. I'll be back. What room are you in?"

"Thanks. Room 201." I turned and walked out. That went way better than I expected.

- the following day -

The day had been rather slow. I sighed, flipped mindlessly through one of my books. Alfred was too weak to get out of bed, and I had nothing to do.
There was a slight knock on the door, grabbing my attention. "Come in."

"Hello." It was the supervisor lady from yesterday.

"Afternoon."

"You have permission to use the kitchen right now. The ingredients have been laid out for you, don't touch anything that isn't for you."

I nodded, set the book down, and climbed out of bed. "Thank you."

"Yes, well, follow me." the supervisor murmured. I nodded again and followed her out the door.

We entered the elevator and she pressed the first floor button. There was an uncomfortable silence as we went down.
Once we arrived on the floor, she led me to the cafeteria, then through a set of white doors. I saw the chefs running around.
"Over here." She led me to a somewhat secluded area, away from the busyness.
"Thanks."
She nodded and walked out.

Time to get to work.

-
An hour later, I held a tray of burnt scones in my hands. Sighing, I set the tray on the table and picked up one of the scones...if you could call it that. I bit down and shrieked. It was rock hard! I fumbled for the recipe. I was positive I followed it accordingly!

"Are you done in the kitchen?" I could heard the supervisor coming into the kitchen.

"Uh, yeah."

"So now what do-" She stopped, looking at the scones. "W-what are those?"

"Scones." I deadpanned, staring at her. She put a hand to her mouth, clearly holding back laughter.

"Shut up! I need a plastic bag and some ribbon."

"Sure thing." She laughed and walked out. Minutes later, she returned, carrying a plastic bag adorned with balloons and a blue ribbon.
"Thanks. By the way, what's your name?" I asked, taking the bag and ribbon from her.

"Name's Valerie."

"Alright. Well this is all I needed, thanks Val." I offered her a small smile before turning to get to work. I heard her footsteps grow faint.
I managed to get four scones into the bag. Satisfied, I tied the ribbon and and threw the rest of the scones into the rubbish bin. They might not be edible, but it was the thought that counted, right?

I walked to the elevator, went up to my floor, and entered the room. "Hey Art!" Alfred smiled at me.

"Hey yourself. I see you aren't acting dopey anymore?"

"Haha! I'm feeling better. Still pretty weak though. Haven't been able to leave my bed all day. What's that you're hiding behind your back?" His blue eyes bore into me, and I looked to the floor, feeling my cheeks turn red.

"I-It's nothing. I just thought about how you weren't feeling well and.." I walked over to his bed side and presented the scones. "I made these. They aren't really edible, so I'm sorry."

"Aw, Artie, that's so cute!" Alfred smiled and wrapped me into a hug, pulling me down to the bed.

"Don't make a big deal out of it!" I snapped, my blush growing brighter, if that's possible."

Alfred laughed and let go of me, I stood up straight and watched as he undid the ribbon, reached in, pulled out a charred mess, and bit right into it. "They taste great, Artie!"

I was speechless.

He really was something.

Only Arthur's point of view for this one!