After the day's events, Persephone and the Merovingian thought it best to put the Twins to bed early. Everything remained quiet and still, until around 4:30 in the morning. Two woke One up from a sound sleep by softly nudging his arm.

"What is it, Two?" One mumbled, pulling his security blanket closer to his face. "It's still dark out."

"I don't feel good." Was Two's soft answer.

"Phase."

"I can't! Daddy hasn't given us our phasing ability back yet. Remember?" Two sniffled. One sat up in bed and rubbed his eyes. Two leaned back against his bed and looked longingly at his brother through the nightlight lit darkness.

"Go wake up Mummy." One pointed toward the door of their room. Two shook his head frantically, his little dreadlocks flying from side to side.

"I don't want to."

"Why?" One asked.

"I just don't."

Two pulled the stuffed white teddy bear he held, closer to his face.

One sighed, reached over and struggled to turn the night table lamp on. Two squinted once One had succeeded in turning it on.

"Ok, I'll see what I can do." One jumped down from his bed. "Where does it hurt?" One reached for Two's silky silver nightshirt. Two pushed One's hand away from him and looked down at the floor.

"I can't help you until you tell me where it hurts at."

Two remained quiet.

One walked over to a desk and picked up his razor, then walked back over to Two.

"Ok, let's start" One again grabbed onto Two's shirt.

"W-whatcha gonna do?" Two stuttered.

"I'm gonna do an auto toppy"

"A what?"

"You know, what the BFI does. An auto topsy."

"You mean FBI?" Two corrected.

"Yeah!"

Two quickly jerked free of One's grasp.

"You can't do that! I'm not dead! They only do that on dead people!"

"Then go pester Daddy some more. I can wait a few minutes."

Two knocked the razor out of One's hand and started making a pouting face.

"Don't cry. I was only teasing you."

"I don't want to be teased! I don't feel good!" Two shouted then winced.

"Shhh! Don't wake up Mommy and Daddy."

Two stared at One through his tears.

"I got an idea. Just a second and I'll be right back." Said One, racing off out into the hall. A few minutes later, One returned with about three boxes of Kleenex in his arms.

"What's that for?" Two timidly asked, watching One place the Kleenex boxes on the floor. One didn't say anything, but instead took out several tissues.

"Lift up your sleeve." One nudged Two.

"Why?"

"Just do it."

Two slowly pulled up the sleeve of his nightshirt and watched as One took the tissues and wrapped them around his arm.

"It's a cast!" One said at last. "Feeling any better?"

"No. Not really."

One took out more tissues and wrapped them around Two's arm.

"How about now?"

"No." Two frowned.

One sighed and took the tissues off of Two's arm, then walked out of the room and disappeared down the hall again. Two climbed up onto his bed and lay there while he waited for One to return. A few minutes passed and One finally came back again, this time carrying a small box of band-aids. Two wearily watched as One took out one of the bandages and stuck it on his arm.

"Feeling better now?" Asked One, softly.

"No."

One grabbed onto the bandage and ripped it from Two's arm, causing Two to yelp.

"OW! Go easy, will you?" Two glared at One while he rubbed the place on his arm where the bandage had been. One said nothing, and instead placed the bandage on Two's forehead.

"How about now?"

"No!" Two frowned.

One again grabbed onto the bandage and ripped it off. Two yelped more and grabbed his head.

"Stop it! That hurts!" Two hoarsely said while rubbing his head.

One leaned back against his bed and sighed, letting the band-aid slip through his fingers and fall to the floor. Two lay back down on his stomach, buried his face in the covers and eyed One. One, once more, ran out of the room. Two glared toward the door that One had disappeared out of and shuddered at the thought of what his brother was going to bring in next. Just when Two was about to drift back off to sleep, One came up beside him while carrying an armful of bottles. One took out one of the bottles saying 'Arthritis Pills' on the front label and looked it over.

"Is this the Aspirin?" he asked Two. Two raised up a little.

"You're asking ME!" he said in alarm.

"I guess it is." Said One.

"I don't want any pills!" Two buried his face back down in the bedcovers. "I just wanna be left alone!"

One let the bottles, he held in his hands, fall to the floor, then he ran back out of the room. This time in returning, he carried a hot water bottle in one hand. He walked up beside Two's bed and placed it on top of Two's back.

"Yeeeeeow!" Two screamed, grabbed hold of the bottle, and threw it at One. "That thing's hot!"

"Sorry." One mumbled, then disappeared yet again. After awhile, One finally showed again. In his hands he carried a small container of ice. Two's head perked up, his face showing fear.

"W-whatcha gonna do with that?"

"Well, Mummy once said that if you put Ice on an owie, it gets smaller. Maybe it'll make you feel better, since it made the owie feel better"

"But what if I get smaller?" Two looked worried.

"Then I'll carry you around in my pocket!"

Two's sparkly silver eyes bugged as One picked up a piece of ice out of the container and placed it on his arm. Two struggled and started to cry.

"What is it?" One asked.

"It's too cold!" Two whimpered. "Besides it's not my arm that hurts!"

"Then what hurts?"

"My throat!"

"Here, then. Eat it." One pushed the cube of ice into Two's mouth. Two frowned, took the ice out if his mouth and threw it into the rest of the ice cubes One had brought.

"Why don't you leave me alone?"

"Fine!" One jumped up into his bed and pulled the covers over him.

Everything was quiet for awhile.

"One!"

"What is it now?" One opened his eyes.

"Nothing." Two softly said.

Both Twins drifted off to sleep, and slept until One awoke around the usual time of them getting up. He jumped out of bed and nudged Two. Two mumbled and buried his face deeper into his covers.

"You still sick?" One asked.

Two nodded his head and moaned.

"I'm gonna tell Mummy." Said One, before walking off.

The next thing Two knew was that Persephone was hovering over him and feeling of his forehead and cheeks.

"Well?" Two heard the Mero's voice ask.

"He's got a fever." Perse answered, turning Two over on his back. Two weakly and sleepily looked into Perse's face before closing his eyes again. "Poor baby." Perse whispered before picking Two up and holding him close to her.

"Take him to my doctor. I don't want the rest of us getting whatever he has." The Mero gruffly said.

Two's eyes widened. He'd never been to a doctor before, but he had heard about them.

"I-I feel better now." Two softly and weakly said, trying to get out of Perse's arms.

Perse smiled.

"Nice try. Mero's right, sweetie, I'm going to take you to the doctor as soon as I get you dressed."

"Take him right now. The sooner the better." The Mero started for the door, not even seeing the hot water bottle lying on the floor. The Mero stepping on it caused the stopper to pop out and a spray of water shot out and up the Mero's clothes.

"Agh! What is all of zis? Zis stuff all over zee floor?" The Mero brushed the water from him and pointed to all the medicine bottles, Kleenex, and band-aids lying on the floor.

"Um, I was just trying to help Two last night is all." One softly said. "I'll pick 'em up." One hurriedly ran over and started to pick up the items before the Mero lost his temper.

A few minutes later, Two struggled with Perse as she dressed him, every so often telling her that he was 'all right' and felt better, even though he knew he wasn't. When Perse left the room to get something, One walked up beside the bed Two was sitting on.

"One," Two began, nervously.

"Yeah?"

"What is a doctor?"

"It's someone that makes you better, I think."

"What will he do to me?"

"I dunno."

"I hope he won't do any kind of auto tospy." Two frowned.

One could only smile.

"I've heard about doctors." Said One. "I've heard that they have all kinds of strange gadgets that they check you with."

"They do?" Two nervously looked at his brother. "Like what?"

"I dunno. I think one is some kind of long thing that they place on you, and the other end goes into the doctor's ears."

Two's eyes started to widen.

"And I've heard that they look at your insides too!"

Two started to squirm.

"How?" Two asked.

"I guess they turn you inside out or something." One shrugged. "I've also heard that they sometimes prick you with needles too."

"I don't want them to stick me!" Two backed up a little and pulled his legs up to his small chest and shuddered. "How can a doctor help you get better? Sounds to me like you'd be fortunate to get away alive after all of that!"

At that moment, Perse walked into the room again.

"I feel a lot better now!" Two forced a weak smile and grin at Perse. Perse could only shake her head at the twin.