"Can I borrow this book?" Angela asked, lifting a blue hardback from a shelf. Gill looked up from the island's newspaper.

"I guess."

She smiled to herself and plopped down next to Gill in his chair. The book was small and easy to read. At most, it could have taken her a week to read it. After 4 hours of nothing but reading, Angela closed the book and got up to get the sequel. "You already finished? You skimmed through the pages didn't you?"

"Nope. I read every word down to the punctuation marks. It was very interesting. This, though, " She heaved the next book off the shelf "will take me a while. I best be going h...going...ACHOO!" She sneezed. Gill handed her a tissue without looking up from an article. She thanked him and blew. "I'll be going ho...hom...ACHOO!"

Gill cocked an eyebrow at her as she blew her nose again. He questioned if she was coming down with something. "No I just think it's allergies. I'll be going hom...ACHOO! I'll be going hom...ACHOO! TO THE PLACE I LIVE!" She screeched, mumbling as she left the house with her book. Gill cracked a smile before continuing to read.

"I am not sick! I refuse to be! Achoo! Nope I'm as healthy as...healthy things!" Just then Angela started a huge coughing fit. She shivered even though it was fairly warm for autumn. "Just allergies...ACHOO!"

"Jeez Ange! I can hear you sneezing from outside. Are you sick?" I asked, getting up from the floor. Shaggy whined from all the attention I was giving to my friend.

She sniffed heavily and I could practically hear the mucus in her nose. Gross. "No!" She said a little nasally.

Angela was always in a hospital when she was younger since Kasey was her only big brother. They lived in a bad part of the city so they couldn't go outside to play, so they came up with fun inside games while their parents were away like "See how many packets of ketchup you can eat without throwing up."

She got sick, vomited, passed out, and was sent to the hospital for the day. Her record was 11.

Then there was Kasey's personal favorite, "Kung fu reenactment." He had thought this up while watching some old movies. They would play the movie in the background and they had to do the exact moves. He and Angela really liked it.

That is until Kasey did a high kick that knocked a shelf and all it's contents went flying. Mainly at his sister. She had to get stitches and stay in there for a week. She's hated hospitals and clinics ever since. She's gotten over all the stupid things Kasey did to her, seeing as he was her brother and you just couldn't stay mad at him for long.

I placed my hand on her forehead. "Not sick my ass! You're burning up!"

"It's just allergies!"

Ian shook his head. "Ange, everything is dead outside. There is nothing to be allergic to."

"Left over pollen?"

"Just get in the bed and I'll get Jin over here."

"Aren't Anissa and him still on their honeymoon?"

Crap, I forgot they went on a week-long honeymoon. Irene closed the clinic for the day. "What about Perry?" I looked behind me at Ian when he said this. "He told me that he use to study medicine on this one island in his teenage years."

"Isn't he already a teenager?" I asked.

"No he's 35."

"Damn! I thought he was 16!" Angela squeaked then coughed. I nodded at Ian. "Go ahead guys, go get the boy. I kinda want to sleep." She trudged over to the bed and layed down. Ian and I left the house.

()()()()()()

When we walked into the church, a big gust of wind hit our faces. It didn't smell bad, but it wasn't nice. I gagged slightly and walked up to the blue haired man. He looked up from his book and smiled at us. "Good morning. May I help you?"

"Yeah Angela, our friend, is sick. The clinic is closed and we really need someone to help her. She's coughing and all nasal."

He nodded and started walking out from his spot. "Shall we go then?" He offered.

We walked from town back to the house. When we opened the door it wasn't a pretty sight. Angela was curled up in a ball on the bed, panting and shaking like it was 0 degrees in the house. I covered my eyes. I could have busted out crying at the sight. Perry rushed over to her. He then got up and fetched a rag which he dipped in cold water. He placed it over her forehead.

"I got this. You guys can go do whatever you need. Angela has a harsh cold. I think it'd be best to stay away from her seeing as it's very contagious."

"What about you? You're gonna get sick." I said.

"I've gotten shots for things like this. I'll be fine."

We nodded. Ian pushed me outside. "I hope she'll feel better."

I nodded slowly. "Yeah me too. I guess I'll go hang out with Renee or something. See ya later."

()()()()()()

Ian had his head on the counter of the bar. Chase, who was cleaning the counter stopped at his head. He would have just pushed him off, but that would have been rude.

Like I care. He grabbed the back of his neck and lifted his head, rubbing down the spot where his head was. Then he dropped him and continued cleaning. Ian opened his eyes. Had he missed something? Why does everything smell like lemons now?

"Angela!" He screeched, throwing his head up. "Oh...yeah...never mind."

"Problem?"

He rubbed his forehead. "Not really, but Angela is really sick. She's got a cold or something."

Chase glided his rag over to Ian and rubbed one spot over and over again. "How bad?"

"She's coughing up a lung and you could cook an egg off her forehead."

"Dang, that sounds bad." He sighed, throwing the rag in the sink. Sunddenly another blond rushed over and clung to Ian's arm.

"Did you say Ange was sick!" Kathy asked. Ian nodded. "Oh no! Chase," She ran over and glomped him. "you have to make something for her! To make her feel better!"

He narrowed his eyes at her. He roughly shrugged her off of him. "Will you keep bugging me if I don't?"

She nodded. He sighed and thumbed through a cookbook. Ian was reading over his shoulder to see if he could spot anything. "Chestnut juice cures..mucas? Whatever that means, but she can drink it right?"

"No. She's allergic to chestnuts."

Chase sighed again and skimmed pages and pages of food. "Chicken soup for the soul?"

"I'd go for it."

After a few minutes of cooking and waiting, a boiling pot of chicken, spices, and other things was being placed in a thermos. Kathy had stopped by the clinic and begged Irene for some things to help her. She came back in the bar with a few bottles in her hands. "I hope you made it strong, because I've gotta put this stuff with the soup." She shook the bottle to emphasize. Chase uncapped the thermos and held it out. Kathy crushed a pill and pushed the contents into the soup.

Done. Chase recapped it. "I'll go. I never get sick."

Kathy snorted. "What about that one time you got the chicken pox?"

"That was five years ago Kathy. Get over it."

"Still it was funny watching you try to scratch your back when you couldn't."

"Yeah, it was also hilarious when you got drunk at that party one year and stripped in front of everyone."

She blushed as Hayden looked up from serving someone. She shook her head and denied everything while Chase slipped out.

Perry was leaving the house when Chase got there. "Ah, good morning Chase. Chicken soup?"

"Maybe." He pushed past him and opened the door. Steam blew out like smoke, making the chef gag. "The hell?"

"Chasey! You came to say hello! Don't mind the steam, it's just to help me breath."

"How can anyone breath in this gas chamber? I can't even see in front of me."

Chase placed the thermos on what he thought was the kitchen table. Angela flicked the steamer off while opening a window. Cold autumn air whisked around in the room till it cleared up. Angela coughed. She waved her hand around to see Chase's frowning face. She gave him a smile. "Bring me something?" She asked gleefully.

He held up the thermos. "Kathy made me bring this. It's got some stuff in it to make you...feel better, I don't know, just eat it." He thrusted the can into her hands. She sat up in the bed and uncapped the top. She took in the smell of the soup. "Bleh, still smells bad in here," he said, grabbing a seat next to the bed.

Angela 'nyahed' at him. "Don't complain around a sick person, Chasey. It's bad for your health."

"Says the person who's sick."

"You sarcastic bas-"

"Don't swear around people tring to help you." Chase mimicked, talking a pitched voice to sound like Angela. "It's bad for your health."

Her cheeks flushed. "Screw you!"

"Yes please." He purred.

"Why I outta-"

Chase just laughed as she tried to punch him, but he just sat farther back in his chair. Angela saw this opportunity to give a swift kick to the leg, causing him to fall flat on his back. Angela busted out laughing. He lifted himself back up and rubbed the back of his head. "Ow, that kinda hurt. And here I went through all the trouble to bring you some soup."

"Well you shouldn't have been such an ass to me. Then I might truly appreciate your wonderful smelling soup." She huffed, crossing her arms. Chase sat his chair back up and went to the kitchen. The chef searched through the cabinets till he found the bowls. He took a spoon from the sink and passed all the untensils to Angela. She poured the frothy hot soup in the bowl and dug into it. She made all sounds of pleasure as she ate it, each bite tasting better then the last. "I love this! It tastes so good! How did you ever become such a wonderful cook, Chase?"

He shrugged. "I went to culinary school for my high school days and I've been studying under Yolanda since I moved here. In fact, she was the whole reason I moved here."

She tipped the bowl back and licked her lips to get the remaining juices. She held the bowl out for more. Chase dumped the rest of the soup in the bowl and placed the thermos back on the table. They talked a little more till she finished it all. She made a move to get up. "Whoa now. You're sick. I've got this."

"Thanks." She replied, yawning a short bit after. Chase stayed at the sink, washing the bowl and the thermos for the heck of it. When he walked back he saw that Angela was asleep, her soft snores extremely cute. Chase brushed her hair to the side before smiling and walking out.