Well yeehaw! Chapter 9 already! Thank you to all of you who have been reviewing my chapters : ) I do really appreciate, without all of you I probably would of given up already. Thank you especially to stephumz who always gives me the most helpful reviews. Well anyways, that's enough rambling from me :P

"Tonsillitis," Dr. Song announced, a little too loudly and proudly. I mean, shouldn't every doctor or nurse be able to painfully swab the back of someone's throat to test for strep throat? That's their job. Right?

"So, is that like strep throat?" I asked, feeling a little light-headed.

"Well, in the sense of how you feel and the symptoms, yes." Well, alrighty then, that was a good enough answer for me, but it wasn't for him. He continued. "Tonsillitis deals with infected tonsils," huh. Well Captain Obvious. I saw Mamoru roll his eyes behind Dr. Song's back, I tried to not smile.

"Oh, okay, what kind of medication am I going to need?"

"Antibiotics, three times a day, six in the morning, three in the afternoon, and ten in the evening. No pop, no citrus, drink a lot of water and eat a lot of soup. I don't recommend ice cream, but it does ease some of the soreness."

"Oh, alright. Can you also write me a Doctor's Note? I'm a student at Juuban University and I really can't afford to be absent," I asked as politely as possible.

"Yes, that is what we usually do." He left the room, and once he couldn't see me anymore I couldn't withhold the urge any longer, I flailed my middle fingers in the air wildly in his direction. Mamoru let out a little snort and exploded with uncontrollable laughter.

Dr. Song finally returned with nearly illegible handwriting, I could barely make out tonsillitis. All could do was hope that my teachers could decipher the cross between chicken-scratch and cursive.

"Alright, thank you Dr. Song," I smiled painfully.

Mamoru dropped me off at the apartment, but of course, while on the way back home I'd fallen asleep in the car. When Mamoru shuttled me out of the car I'm positive there wasn't a drop of coherency in me. I sure I was a zombie, shuffling to the couch and rolling myself into a tiny ball like I had before.

"Usagi, I have something I need to tell you," Mamoru was (for some reason) in a (man)skirt like the one I'd seen him modeling in. His chest was bare, and I noticed that we were on a beach with glittering clear waters and the hot sun.

"Mamoru?" I asked cautiously, not sure if I wanted to hear what he had to say.

He walked towards me so achingly slow. He was finally standing in front of me when he took my hands in his. He was staring into my eyes and I felt like I was about to melt.

"Usagi," he repeated my name again, and usually by this point my mind would have been racing, trying to view every possible aspect. But I couldn't think of anything. All there was, was me and Mamoru.

"Yes Mamoru?"

"I love y-"

And then it was over. Apparently, like an idiot, Mamoru had left the door unlocked and Rei had come over for a lovely little chitchat. My dream had been going so well, Dream Mamoru loved me. Well, you know, unless like an asshole he was going to say something ridiculous like, I love yoyos. What kind of message would that of been?

"Usagi what the hell?" No, we've been worried sick about you, or, thank god you're here with Mamoru. Nope. Just a caring little what the hell. There was nothing I could do but cower pitifully. Sure, Ami and Minako were worried, but Rei, that was a different story.

"I have tonsillitis," I said calmly.

"What's your fucking point Usagi? You could've called one of us to get you!" I couldn't believe how angry she was, in the back of my mind I was hoping that Mamoru would have gotten back soon to rescue me from the wrath of Rei. She was actually starting to scare me a bit.

"I don't know where my phone is. Plus, most of the time I've been here I've been either sleeping or incoherent. If I remember correctly, Mamoru told me he would call one of you once he got back from the store.

"Well, where the fuck is he?" I'd never really imagined Rei as a curser up until that very moment.

"Getting my prescription, ice cream, and soup. I think he might of said something about stopping at the house to pick up my book bag, toiletries and some new clothes for me to wear while I'm here," small tidbits of a lost conversation were coming back to me as I became more and more awake. The conversation was taking too much energy, I had been taking a quite rejuvenating nap an had been woken up right in the middle of it.

Rei had no business being there anyways, it was a school day. What did she think she was doing skipping class? But of course, I didn't say any of that. If Reizilla went on a rampage, I wouldn't be able to protect myself from her fire breath and T-Rex like arms.

"Why the fuck is he doing that?" She was practically screaming, I hoped no one would snooping around because of the noise, "Why were with him anyways?"

She went on ranting and raving like a lunatic about how I was ruining her life. At some point, I noticed that Mamoru had crept in. What a little ninja he was.

"Usagi," he said when Rei finally took a breath, "I stopped by your house, Ami and Minako know what the plan is and they don't have any problems with it as long you keep in touch. I have your phone, sorry I hadn't given it to you sooner, and I just wanted you to get a lot of rest," he sounded almost, ashamed of what he had done. I looked back and forth between the two, and once I looked at Rei with what I assumed what a pitiful face with eyes that expressed my exasperation and annoyance, her face turned a shade of red I'd only seen once or twice. I looked back to Mamoru and I could tell he had regained his confidence in his decisions.

Rei attempted to regain her composure before she began speaking; it's hard to take someone seriously when they look slightly like a tomato. I would know, "Well Mamoru, thanks for taking Usagi off our hands, she's like a dog, always needs attention and you have to make sure she doesn't get lost," she said sardonically. I clamped my jaw shut. Hard. I was the stupid one? She was the one who was continuously throwing herself at Mamoru when he was so obviously not interested. Mamoru just looked at the floor, and I figured he was either annoyed with Rei's behavior or he was just ignoring her.

"Really? I haven't noticed anything of the sort from Usagi." He said simply, "Thank you for stopping by, for whatever your reason was. I'm sure whatever it was you can speak to me about it privately," he sounded so professional. So robotic. Maybe he really was pissed.

Rei didn't say anything, she didn't even spare me a parting glance (not that I needed it) she just left. As she shut the door I was sure I heard her mutter, "I'm so kicking her goddamn ass."

I let out a heavy sigh, rolling over so my face was buried in the couch. I had the feeling it was going to be the longest few days of my life.

I'm pretty sure that today's Thursday… I've been here at Mamoru's since Sunday. He reminds me everyday to take my pills, and when he's not at home, he calls me when it's time. It's really quite cute.

You know what else is cute? The way he gets all nervous when he's giving me something, or when he thinks he's said something wrong. Some days I wish I wasn't sick, that way I could hug Mamoru, run my fingers through his hair. Just be closer to him.

I'd never thought I'd end up being such a little mushy girl. I'd convinced myself that I didn't need a man to make me happy, but now I'm not so sure. If Mamoru ends up being a huge asshole, I'm sure that when I reread this in the future I'll wanna slap myself across the face. But just for right now, I like this feeling.

The days have all run together, all I do is basically eat, sleep and take my pills. I don't mean that I've become a vegetable, it's just that I don't care. I check the clock to see what the time is, but I ignore the date most of the time.

Oh, and by the way, where are all these feelings coming from? I understand the whole Dopamine thing, I don't mean it like that. I just understand how my previous feelings towards Mamoru can have changed so radically. I have the passion burning inside me, I almost want to get him sick so I can take care of him as he's taken care of me. Of course, I would keep him here, the idea of trying to take care of him back at home causes me pain. Minako would always be nosing around, making sure we weren't "canoodling", Rei would be plotting the perfect murder scheme (I'm sure of it), and Ami would still be reading that damn book.

I know this letter is getting long, but so are the days, waiting for Mamoru to return so I can ask him about his day. I really don't have anyone to talk to all day, the television is all the same. Even sleeping is getting boring. I tried playing with Luna, but she's misses Mamoru too, and she knows I'm sick and shouldn't be horsing around.

I've missed four days of school so far, that's a lot of homework by my standards. I've been trying to get Mamoru to do some of it for me, but he just laughs and offers to help teach the concepts to me. Well, that doesn't go to well most of the time. I try to play it off as being too tired to pay attention, but really, my mind trips in and out of his words, the way his voice soothes my lonely heart. Oh god. That was really cheesy. Scratch that, you didn't read any of that foolishness.

Well, I've been hard at work, and I feel like I got this one done MUCH faster than the previous chapters. I keep thinking that there's no way that I'm done already. But anyways, I hoped you've enjoyed it : )