Sarah was worried. How was she going to keep Jareth a secret from her parents? And what if Garrette came after her, or worse, her family? And despite the care she was giving him he didn't seem to get any better. She was no nurse and she definitely wasn't going to take him to a real one. God only knew what chaos might occur. All of a sudden her thoughts turned to Hoggle. Out of all her friends from the labyrinth he was the one who was most likely to know what to do.
Not giving herself a chance to chicken out she murmured, "Hoggle, I need you." He appeared almost immediately.
"Er...hello, Sarah," he said.
"I need your help Hoggle. Jareth is hurt and he isn't getting better."
"Jareth?!" he exclaimed. "Why would you want to help him?"
That stopped her for a moment. "Because he saved my life on Halloween and he's been teaching me magic. He's okay despite being arrogant."
"Well, if you say so," he said doubtfully. "Where is he?"
Sarah led the way to her room. Jareth was awake.
"What is that traitor doing here?" asked Jareth in a superior voice as Hoggle cowered.
"Oh, grow up you big bully," snapped Sarah losing her patience. "I asked him to help you, but I don't know why I bothered."
Jareth looked startled and then contrite. "I apologize, Hogwart," said Jareth looking like it took a great amount of effort.
"It's Hoggle, Your Majesty," he muttered.
"Yes, yes," said Jareth airily. "Now do get on with it."
Hoggle examined him and then turned to Sarah. "Give this to him twice a day for a week and he'll be as good as new," said Hoggle, handing her a spindly dark green plant before disappearing.
"Oh good," murmured Sarah. "I was worried.
"You were?" asked Jareth, his expression unreadable.
"Well, yeah," mumbled Sarah awkwardly as she walked out of the room.