Bill placed Pyronica on the mattress and wrapped a blanket around her. When she awoke after five minutes, she was sick all over him. After he had cleaned up the sick, she threw up again but in the bathroom instead. Unfortunately, she collapsed again when she left the bathroom. In the end, Bill decided to just put a bowl beside the bed. She fallen on her wrist and hurt it badly, so there were traces of blood all over the place. Bill had also noticed that she was very cold but had a burning forehead.
"I'm sorry, Bill." wheezed Pyronica.
"Don't be, you can't help." replied Bill, he was on his hands and knees cleaning up sick and blood. Glancing over at his demon friend, he noticed that she looked an awful lot like the corpses of the people he had murdered. He quickly stopped thinking about this.
"Is something wrong, Bill?" asked Pyronica as Bill stood up and walked towards her.
"I think we should get a doctor." said Bill in a voice just above an inaudible whisper.
"What?! No! We don't have time! And I don't like humans!"
"Then we won't get a human doctor… Hectorgon knows a bit about medical stuff, right?"
About three hours later, there was a knock at the motel door.
"About time!" said Bill, flinging the door open. Hectorgon's human form, much alike Bill's, wasn't very intimidating. He was rather round with tangerine lips and a moustache that almost touched his eyes. He was wearing a gold rimmed bowler hat and a light blue tie.
"Sorry, Bill, I came as soon as I could." he rushed over to Pyronica. He examined her for several minutes.
"What's wrong with her." asked Bill, taking off his top hat and twisting it with his hands.
"Well, she has a broken wrist and…" he put his hand on Bill's shoulder, "She wasn't like you Bill. You were weak as soon as you materialised into this world. Pyronica was too, but she pushed herself. Now she's extremely weak and ill because she did so." Bill blinked, slowly. That was why she was always agile and bouncy when he wasn't as much.
"Bill, don't let me slow you down. Three people left until Weirdmaggedon! Too far to stop now!"
"Will… she die?" asked Bill in a whisper,
"…"
"…"
"…"
"50 – 50 chance." admitted Hectorgon.
"I'll be fine, Bill." she got off the mattress and unsteadily walked towards him, "I. Don't. Matter." she lost her balance and fell forward onto Bill. He lifted her and put her back on the mattress. Then he did something that he never thought he would do. He placed his lips on hers. Tears streamed out of Pyronica's eyes.
"Why would you kiss me of all people?" she sobbed.
"I think I…" Pyronica pushed him away weakly before he could finish.
"Bill, no." she coughed, "When Weirdmaggedon happens, then we can share our feelings. Go. Stanley Pines, Fez, is next."
"What if you aren't around when Weirdmaggedon happens?" asked Bill.
"I will be." she said, smiling.
"Watch over her, Hectorgon."
"Yes, Bill." Bill grabbed his blade and opened the motel door.
"It's now or never." he told himself, then he left. He was going to do it for her, as well as Weirdmaggedon. Maybe it was just his human emotions, but he really did like her.