Sorry for the long wait! It took FOREVER for me to do testing at school, but I finally finished! YESH! I'M BACK!

Challenge Topic #6: Sickness

Character(s): Valerie, Danny Fenton/Phantom

Minor Characters: Damon Grey (Valerie's Dad)

Stupid flu. Why does it have to be now? Couldn't I have gotten it before -?

"Achoo!'

"Valerie?" my Dad called worriedly from behind the door. "Are you okay?"

I rolled my eyes. "I'm just fine, Dad."

Dad sighed. "Valerie, you know I'm just trying to help."

"I know. I'm fine now, so you don't have to worry about me at the moment."

"Call me if you need me." he replied, leaving. Leaning back further into the soft mattress, I pulled the covers over my head. Being sick only works well if you're missing school.

It's Saturday. A weekend-

"Achoo!" I sneezed again. This time, Dad didn't come barging through the door. Sitting up, I noticed a bottle of ginger ale next to the bed.

"Thanks, Dad." I muttered low enough for only me to hear.

Knock knock.

Huh? Who could that be? My head turned in the direction of my bedroom door, which was open. What the-?

"Hey." A voice called above my head. Glancing up, I almost fell off the bed. What was he doing here?

"I heard you were sick so…"

"Get out of here, Phantom! What do you want? To catch me off guard and defeat me?" I exclaimed, throwing the covers off the bed and jumping into a fighting stance. Phantom widened his eyes and stepped back in surprise, bringing his arms up. Just one round house kick should-

I lifted my leg and fell clumsily on the floor. Picking myself up with my arms, I tried to rise, but couldn't.

"Achoo!"

If I wasn't so weak, Phantom would be in a Thermos right now. Phantom relaxed his arms and chuckled. My cheeks flushed red.

"You need help?" he said, giving me a hand. I looked at it before snorting.

"Whatever." I murmured, clasping the outstretched hand. "Looks like I'm too weak to do anything. Do what you will."

"I'll pass." The ghost boy answered, helping me get into bed. "I think I've told you a billion times: I am not evil."

I didn't believe a word of it, obviously.

"Well, I came by to drop this off to you." Phantom said, handing me cake that read "Get better soon, Valerie!"

I pushed it away, "No thanks. I don't accept gifts from ghosts, thank you very much."

"It's not from me." He replied. "It's from that Fenton kid." He said, handing me the cake again.

Danny sent this?

"Achoo!" I sneezed again. I rubbed my nose and placed the cake on my side table.

"Oh. And also this too." He said, pulling out a card from behind his back. "I'll see you later. We'll meet again soon." Phantom opened my bedroom window and began to jump out of it.

"Hold on! Wait-!" I protested, but he was already gone. I looked down at the card. It was written in messy, but legible handwriting.

"Dear Valerie, I saw you coughing at school yesterday. I wasn't sure if it was serious, so I bought a cake just in case. Hope you feel better!

-Danny Fenton"

That Danny. Even after I told him that we couldn't be together, he still has the time to make me something? Smiling, I laid back in comfort and drifted…to…sl…eep…

Cake always helps the soul, right?