When I woke up, I was sick.

Apparently, running around in the rain isn't good for you. So I was confined to my bed until I felt better.

After three hours, I was ready to do anything to get out of bed. But every five minutes (no exaggerations, I kept a timer) someone came in to check on me. I felt like Soul when his chest was sliced open.

Around dinnertime, the daytime people came back. They were shocked to find out that I was sick, since they had left before I woke up.

Kid and Soul promised to come back as soon as they could, and they left for their night shift.

I opened my book and read for a couple minutes. But I was pretty tired, and couldn't get comfortable.

The other girls were downstairs, watching a movie with BlackStar, so I was all by myself.

So you can imagine my surprise when I heard someone come in. I looked up from my book, and saw BlackStar sneak in.

"Hey, Maka! Are you better now?" BlackStar yelled, jumping onto my bed. "Hi BlackStar." I groaned, closing my book.

"Yeah. I feel better. Just tired." I sighed, stretching my arms.

"You should come down and watch the movie with us!" he yelled, grabbing my arm and pulling me out of bed. "No! I'm too tired!" I groaned, trying to crawl back into bed.

"That's enough, BlackStar."

We both jumped as a voice rang across the room. Dr. Stein walked in, and glared at BlackStar.

"Uh, Dr. Stein. What are you doing here?" BlackStar gasped.

"I was just going to ask you the same." Dr. Stein said, leaning down so that his face was right next to BlackStar's. "This is the part where you go back downstairs to watch your girls movie." Dr. Stein whispered.

"You're boring, professor! I'm headed downstairs!" BlackStar scoffed nervously, and pushed him out of his way.

After he left, I looked at Dr. Stein and said, "Thanks."

"I assume you need some sleep." He said, sitting down on his chair that appeared out of nowhere.

"Yeah. I was just going to go to bed." I sighed, pulling my sheets back around me.

"Well here. This should help you sleep." Dr. Stein said, handing me a cup filled with a clear liquid. I looked at it, and he laughed. "Don't worry, it really is just to help you sleep."

I carefully drank it, and suddenly felt like I hadn't slept in months. I leaned back, and felt the sheets get tucked under my chin.

The last thing I remember before falling asleep was a whispered "Goodnight, Maka." And a soft kiss on my forehead.