A/N: Back again…I think I'm winding down…maybe another few chapter and I'll end it. Well...I actually only have 2 more chapters left…but maybe I can stuff filler into it and make it longer…or maybe you'll just kill me first.

Disclaimer: yeah, yeah. I don't own diddly squat.

Fayt couldn't wait to be out of the sick ward. It was annoying having Sophia constantly fussing over him. But then again, once he was well, they would continue on their journey and fayt would have to be the strong, courageous leader everyone thought he was. Fayt didn't know if he could handle it. Well, he certainly wouldn't be able to handle Albel anymore. Maybe he should just kick him out…

Fayt sat up, feeling slightly dizzy. He would have to do a lot of training before he would be back to his old self. Lying in bed all day weakened him.

Suddenly, the door burst open. Albel was being dragged into the room, yelling as loudly as he could while Cliff, Nel, Maria, and Sophia tried to keep hold of him.

'I'm not sick!" Albel protested. "Unhand me immediately!"

"You collapsed in the hallway," Cliff reminded him.

"I am not sick," Albel insisted. "Only fools get sick." His eyes narrowed at Fayt.

Fayt turned a slight shade of pink. "Umm…what's going on?"

Cliff let go of Albel for a brief moment and the three girls fought to keep him in the room.

"Albel's probably got what you have," Cliff explained.

'No I don't!" Albel snarled.

Cliff ignored him. "He collapsed in the hallway and we got him some water thinking maybe it was just heat exhaustion or something. But he has a really bad fever and he's been coughing and throwing up all the way here. It's pretty bad."

Fayt looked at Albel doubtfully. "He seems pretty fit for an invalid."

Cliff shrugged. "He's just stubborn."

"Not sick," Albel growled. 'Not sick." He panted heavily with the effort of keeping on his feet.

"Watch out girls, he's going to pass out again," Cliff warned.

Albel keeled over and the girls struggled to keep him from hitting the floor. At last, they gently lowered him to the ground.

Cliff shook his head sadly. "He doesn't want to believe that he's sick so he keeps fighting it. But he's exhausted. Now, since I'm pretty sure he's got what you've got, we're going to keep you both in here for a couple days. We don't want anyone else getting sick or we'll never get out of here."

Fayt's eyes widened. "Y-you're isolating us?"

Cliff nodded. "Quarantine. It'll stop the spread of germs. Didn't realize it was so contagious."

Fayt shuddered. 'I have to be here with Albel…alone?"

Cliff patted Fayt's back. "You'll be fine. How can he kill you when he's this sick? Besides, it's his own fault for coming in to see you so often."

Fayt swallowed hard. "Somehow I doubt Albel will see it that way. Please, Cliff. I'm better, I promise. I'm not coughing, not sneezing. No more fever."

"No, Fayt. You stay in here for a few days. We need someone to take care of Albel. He took care of you, so you can return the favor."

Fayt groaned as Cliff and the girls left and shut the door behind them, locking it firmly.

Fayt sank onto the bed, looking at Albel sadly. 'What did I do to deserve this? He's going to kill me."