Bruce recalled how Amy would get delirious when she had a fever. He helped her with her sweatshirt.

"No! You're joking. Not now! This sucks... well at least I joined the mile high club in time. Maybe I'm overexerting myself... From now on, we do it missionary style until I get better," she ranted.

"Whatever you say Babe. Lets finish getting dressed and get you some Tylenol."

It was becoming really obvious that she was running a temperature. She had a strange expression on her face and swayed as she stood. Bruce guided Amy to the bench and put on her socks and sneakers. He checked his watch; it was almost one in the morning. They had been in the bathroom for almost two hours.

"I'm dressed now, I'll get it," she said.

"No, I need to get dressed too so I can help you to your seat. We'll just buzz the stewardess from our seats," he replied as he slipped his shirt on.

"You are so rude. They aren't called stewardesses anymore –they're called flight attendants. Stewardesses were slutty and feminine. Flight attendants include and men sound more professional. Stewardess also sounds too close to Stuart. I don't want to be reminded of him.... You think I should be here with him instead of you? Do you regret all of this now that you dipped into my goody jar? You're such a man!–"

Bruce pulled Amy to her feet and brought her close to him. He had on a very serious demeanor.

"Hey, I know you aren't feeling well so I'm going to ignore what you just said. Lets get to our seats," he said sternly.

She looked at him confused. Her feet almost went out from under her when she started to walk. Bruce caught her in time and picked her up. He opened the door slowly and carried Amy to her seat. The flight attendant caught his attention out of the corner of his eye as he made it to their seats. He put Amy down and reclined her seat. She was muttering something about Bruce leaving her at an altar. He looked down the aisle and motioned for the flight attendant to come.

He glanced back at Amy while he waited for the flight attendant to get there. She was glaring at him, her face flushed and her eyes glazed. She suddenly smiled and blew him a kiss. He smiled back and touched his heart sympathetically. She was so pathetic; Bruce felt responsible. He recalled the past few days; first Amy arrived at his apartment soaking wet and she stayed out in thirty degree weather in her sweat suit to talk to Vincent the next day. "Hopefully the fever will fight whatever she's coming down with," he thought to himself. The flight attendant walked up.

"Do you have any Tylenol? She's running a fever," he said in a low voice.

The flight attendant looked at Bruce in disbelief then looked over at Amy. Her expression changed when she saw Amy shivering, with all the color was gone from her face.

"That explains the mess in front of the door. So she was sick –you two weren't uhh –I'm sorry. Yes I'll get some Tylenol, blankets and pillows," she said before turned around and sped off.

Bruce sat down next to Amy and cradled her in his arms. Her head felt like it was on fire against his neck. She wrapped her arms around him and finally stopped trembling.

"What's the meaning of life?" she asked him weakly.

"I don't know about the meaning of life. I think its different for everyone. I know that Rebecca and you give my life a lot of meaning," he said gently to her.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

The flight attendant returned with two travel pillows, two fleece throws, a water bottle and a travel packet of extra-strength Tylenol. She pulled out the tray next to Bruce and set the water bottle and Tylenol on it. She placed the pillows behind Amy and laid the blankets on her. The flight attendant then pulled something out of her pocket.

"This is a forehead thermometer. Just keep it pressed against her head for ten seconds to take her temperature. If she's got a fever over 103.5 we consider it an emergency and we'll need to know," she said softly as she handed him the strip.

Bruce placed it on Amy's forehead. Amy's arms were limp around him; she was falling asleep. He looked back at the flight attendant. He noticed her name badge: Sherry.

"Thanks for everything Sherry."

"I'm so sorry for what I said to you and your wife outside of the restroom. I'm not just saying that because of my job –I'm truly sorry. I've seen so many couples drink too much and do crazy things in the bathrooms that I assumed that's what you two were doing. It was very wrong of me. My job is foremost to serve and I fell short of that. I am a senior flight attendant; I am supposed to set the example. I hope you accept my apology."

Amy opened one eye and looked at Sherry.

"Why are you sorry? I had the best sex of my life in that bathroom. We didn't stop when you knocked on the door. He fuc–"

Bruce rapidly reached up with his hand that had been resting on her side and covered Amy's mouth. He looked awkwardly at Sherry.

"Apology accepted. Now you have to forgive us. She gets a little off kilter whenever she runs a temp... She ran one during her bridal shower and we almost had to call the wedding off," he joked.

The flight attendant gave him a sympathetic smile.

"Oh, no problem. My husband gets weird when he's sick too. Why one time he had me diapering him..."

She paused when she saw Bruce's facial expression change.

"...well that's a little too much information huh?" she asked uneasily.

Bruce nodded yes with his face contorted into a look of disgust. He looked back at Amy, took the strip off and read it: 102.5 He handed the strip to Sherry.

"Aww poor girl. Well it's no emergency, make sure she takes the Tylenol and gets some rest. We'll be landing in a couple of hours. Push your call button if you need me," she said before walking off.

"I'll do that. Thanks."

He leaned into Amy.

"Hey, you awake?" he said softly to her.

"Oh you want me to talk now? I thought I was too crazy to talk. And what did I do at my bridal shower to make you want to call off our wedding?"

"Here Crazy. Take this," he chuckled as he handed her the Tylenol.

She wobbled as she sat up. He passed her the water bottle. She looked at him suspiciously as she took the medicine. Some of the water dribbled out of the sides of her mouth. Bruce wiped her mouth with the corner of a blanket when she lowered the water bottle away. Amy put on a daffy smile.

"You always take care of me huh? Even before our vows... I remember you watching out for me. Except for when you almost let me marry Stu. –What an ass he was... horrible in the sack, nothing like you... hey I guess the saying is right... once you go bla–"

"OK!" he exclaimed as he covered her mouth again.

"We need to get some rest. Hopefully you're better when we wake up."

"Why do you keep shushing me? That's so rude," Amy said cross.

"I'm sorry Baby, but you're sick and you need to get some rest. I'm also really tired. If you keep talking, before you know it, the plane will land without us getting any rest," he replied attempting to pacify her.

Her expression softened but still looked at him dubiously.

"C'mon, you know I love you. Come here," he prompted her as he reclined his seat even with hers and held his arms out to her.

"You're lucky its so cold in here and I don't feel very good or else we'd still be fighting," she said as she snuggled up to his chest.

Bruce pulled the blankets over her and cradled her again in his arms. He guided her hair out of her face and rested his head on hers.

"I am a very lucky man," he whispered as he closed his eyes.

They fell asleep in minutes, one after the other. After a few hours an announcement came over the aircraft. The plane was landing shortly and all passengers needed to fasten their seatbelts and bring their seats to an upright position. Bruce woke first and gently shook Amy.

"Oww!" she groaned painfully as she tried to lift her head.

Her throat was raw and her ears ached. She sat up confused; it was difficult to remember anything after they had begun to get dressed in the restroom. Bruce was bringing his seat upright and looked at Amy concerned.

"What's wrong?" he asked as he brought Amy's seat upright and fastened her seatbelt.

"My ears and throat is killing me. My head kind of hurts too. What happened when we were getting dressed?" she asked in a raspy voice, barely able to get the words through.

She held her throat and grimaced.

"You aren't speaking in tongues anymore so I guess the fever broke. You developed a fever fast and furious... You don't remember anything after we started getting dressed?" he asked as he fastened his own seatbelt.

She shook her head 'no' with a painful expression still on her face. He seemed astonished. Foggy images came to her mind. She hoped most of them were from a stupid dream. She tried speaking but grimaced again.

"I'll call for the flight attendant and see if I can get any more medicine for you," he said as he pushed the call button.

The foggy bits of information were apparently not from a dream. She was sort of happy that she her throat hurt; she didn't have to answer any questions about her embarrassing behavior.

Amy despised what fevers did to her. She was very happy that Bruce was with her when it happened. She began to recollect how he covered for her and prevented her from getting really stupid. She considered herself pretty lucky. Stu would've let her make a complete ass of herself. Bruce put her hand in his. He looked at her sympathetically. He leaned over and kissed her forehead. She smiled at him pathetically. Sherry arrived.

"How are you feeling?" she asked Amy.

"Her throat and ears hurt pretty bad. I know we got some Tylenol from you just a couple hours ago, but do you have anything else that might help?"

"My son used to suffer from horrible ear infections. The doctor recommended that I alternate Tylenol and Motrin every 3 hours. I think we have Motrin or Advil, but you have to take it with food or it can upset your stomach. Maybe another piece of cheesecake? It's the only heavy food item I think we have that's not hard to swallow."

Sherry and Bruce looked at Amy. Amy nodded 'yes'.

"Ok. I'll also check and see if we have any other medicine that might help. Maybe some throat drops. I'll be right back," she said with a smile before she dashed off.

Bruce watched Sherry walk off then turned to Amy.

"Just so you know, she's under the impression that you were sick in the bathroom when we were in it. Besides you coming down with a fever and getting delirious, it helped that a very intoxicated man puked in front of the bathroom door right after I joined you," he whispered to her.

Amy smiled meagerly with a disgusted face. She would've laughed if her throat didn't hurt so much. Her thoughts then drifted to their escapade in the restroom. She leaned into Bruce and pulled him to her so she could whisper in his ear.

"You were incredible in the bathroom. I've never experienced anything like that. If it weren't for this miserable throat and my aching ears, I could die a very happy woman right now," she whispered softly.

She turned from his ear to his cheek for a kiss, but Bruce turned to her and they met with their lips. They kissed tenderly for a moment as a flight attendant appeared. She cleared her throat. Bruce and Amy turned to her. She looked Bruce up and down then rolled her eyes when she looked at Amy.

Her name tag stood out. It looked as if was about jump off of her chest; she was a very curvaceous woman... Rolonda. She had the looks of a movie star: hazel eyes with long lashes, dainty nose, high cheek bones, full lips and a flawless golden brown complexion. Rolonda stood with her hips cocked to the side, one hand on her hip and the other hand in the air.

"Sherry said your wife was sick," she said as she opened her hand to show a few cough drops and a travel packet of Motrin.

She held her hand out in front of Amy and dropped the items on her lap. Rolonda had a cross expression. Bruce looked at her bemused. Amy watched Rolonda carefully with eye brows furrowed.

"She also said you two had been in the bathroom..." Rolonda said as she looked down, in an obvious manner, at Bruce's feet then up to his hands.

Amy was opening the Motrin. Rolonda shook her head in disapproval at Amy as she reached in her blazer pocket and pulled out a packaged condom. It was the one that had flown out of Bruce's shirt pocket in the restroom. Amy started coughing after swallowing the Motrin; she was choking slightly as a reaction to seeing the condom. Bruce pat Amy's back as he sternly looked at Rolonda.

"...Well I found this in the bathroom," she held up the condom, "and by the looks of it, I'm betting it's yours."

Bruce had an irate countenance. He found Rolonda's behavior disrespectful. Sure they weren't really married, but as far as Rolonda was concerned –they were married and Bruce didn't appreciate the way she was acting toward Amy. Maybe she wasn't his wife, but she was his woman. He was about to tell Rolonda off when Amy's raspy voice started speaking from behind him.

"Not that it's any of your business, but I'm on the pill. So the fact aside that it would fit my husband, it isn't ours. Why don't you just keep it for your man? Wait, you probably don't have one since you find it necessary to flirt with mine. Or maybe you do but he wouldn't fit that condom. Well either one way explains why you're such a bitch," Amy said with attitude of her own.

Bruce's jaw dropped. Amy tossed a throat drop in her mouth without breaking eye contact with Rolonda. Rolonda's face scrunched tightly in a scowl. Unknown to Rolonda, Sherry had walked up behind her.

"I aint going to lose my job by kicking your scrawny ass, you–" she menacingly told Amy.

"Rolonda!" exclaimed Sherry.

Rolonda spun around. Sherry looked at her astounded. Rolonda gaped at Sherry.

"Looks like you are going to lose your job, by way of your big mouth," Bruce said candidly.

"Sherry, you don't understand. I–"

"We will discuss this later. We are about to land. Get to your station once you apologize to Miss..."

"Van Exel," Bruce and Amy said in unison.

"...Ms. Van Exel," Sherry said adamantly.

Rolonda looked at Bruce and Amy. She rolled her eyes as she spoke.

"I apologize Mizz Van Exel," she muttered as she walked off.

Sherry looked at Bruce and Amy with concern as she began to speak.

"I am not going to make any excuses for what just happened. Words can't express how sorry I am for the sequence of events you have experienced while flying with us. I assure you that Rolonda will be held accountable and before you leave the plane, I'll have a contact number if you wish to file a formal complaint," she said gravely.

"I'd appreciate that. –And there isn't any ill will Sherry: You've been very kind and helpful," Amy responded.

Sherry smiled appreciatively at Bruce and Amy before walking off. Amy rested her head on Bruce's shoulder.

"Do you think I have a scrawny ass?"

Bruce laughed.

"I think everything about you is perfect," he said before he kissing her on the head.

The plane finally landed. There had been a delay while they were in flight. Bruce and Amy had to rush to their connecting flight. Sherry contacted the plane and bought Bruce and Amy enough time to make the flight. With everything that had taken place; they did nothing on the last flight but sleep. They finally arrived in Maui.