Robyn woke up slightly later than normal that morning. She sat up slowly expecting to be lectured by Sportacus but sat up a lot faster when she heard nothing. She was extremely surprised and more than a little concerned to see that Sportacus was still in bed. It wasn't like him to sleep after the sun had risen and she wanted to know what was wrong.

Robyn got up out of her bed and crept the short distance to Sportacus' bed. When she arrived by his bed side she gently lifted up the duvet and saw that Sportacus was awake but looked rather pale.

Sportacus saw Robyn's concerned look and answered the question she hadn't asked yet, "I don't feel too good. I think I have the virus you had."

"How can that be? You can't get sick, can you?"

"Technically you shouldn't be able to get sick either because we share the same genes somewhere. I guess this virus is a pretty strong one. You're going to have to take care of things for me while I'm sick."

Robyn was struck dumb. A whole heap of responsibility had been piled onto her and she didn't know if she'd be able to manage it. She knew she'd have to look after Sportacus on top of taking over his hero duties and also the odd repairs the Mayor needed done. None of this would be easy and she knew that help would be readily available but scarce until her friends returned.

Robyn went over to the fruit counter and prepared some apple for Sportacus, he needed food and fluids to help keep his strength and sports candy was the best way to do it. Once she'd prepared some apples and gotten a bottle of water out of the dispenser she helped Sportacus rather awkwardly into a sitting position. Sportacus groaned as he was helped up, his muscles ached and resisted at being used.

Once Robyn was satisfied that Sportacus was balanced and wouldn't lie down again or fall out of bed Robyn went to fetch the fruit and water. Slowly Robyn helped Sportacus eat the fruit and was startled to see little improvement in his condition. Sportacus didn't seem too pleased with this either and declined further food for the time being, all he wanted to do was sleep.

Bessie and the Mayor sat at lunch and chatted about the past day's events. Both had been rather surprised at Sportacus' response to Robyn when he'd caught her and hoped that those two had sorted out their grievances. It was with some considerable surprise that they saw Robyn walking towards the house looking a little agitated.

Robyn entered the Mayor's and Bessie's house through the window, it was a bad habit that she'd gotten from Sportacus and never seemed to use doors. Bessie gave permission for Robyn to sit down before it was asked and studied the child a little.

"What's wrong Robyn dear?" Bessie asked after some time, she could normally pin point the source of any distress Robyn felt but this time she was baffled.

"Uncle Sportacus has gotten the virus I had and is in bed at the moment. He's been sleeping since this morning and I haven't wanted to wake him. Because he's ill I have to do everything he does and I don't know if I can."

"That's awful," the Mayor stated with surprise. He'd never known Sportacus to be ill.

"I doubt you'll find doing Sportacus' job too hard, no one really needs saving anymore so you'll have more time to take care of him." Bessie added.

Robyn shrugged slightly, "he's stronger than me and could look after me really easily. I could hardly help him sit up and I don't know if I could do all the things for him that he did for me."

"I know its scary dear, but you'll find a way," Bessie sympathised patting Robyn on the back gently.

Robyn nodded and left the house without saying goodbye. She didn't intend to be rude and the others knew that. An enormous strain had been loaded on her and looking after any relative when they were poorly was a daunting task for anyone. Little did Robyn know that when she had been ill Sportacus had had the same doubts and fears.

Sportacus awoke a little time after Robyn had left and felt a piece of paper in his closed hand. Opening his hand Sportacus saw a small piece of folded up paper and opened it. It was a note from Robyn which read: 'I'm going to the Mayor's house then to my garden to check everything is ok but I'll be back soon. Love Robyn xxx'

Sportacus had just finished reading the note when Robyn returned. When she saw him awake she smiled and went over to him.

"Feeling any better?" Robyn asked sitting down on the edge of the bed.

"A little but not much. The sports candy and sleep helped a bit. If I have some more to eat and some more sleep I might be on my way to beating this thing."

"That sounds good. What do you want to eat now? Apple again or something else?"

Sportacus thought for a moment before answering. "Why don't you surprise me?" Sportacus said at last with a wry smile.

Robyn smiled and went to prepare Sportacus' lunch. She couldn't decide on which fruit to give Sportacus so she took a little bit from each fruit and made a fruit salad. When Sportacus had been helped to sit up again he was speechless when he saw the fruit salad. It was piled high in a shallow bowl and was very decorative as well as colourful. He was extremely impressed and didn't want to eat it for fear of ruining it but was given no choice by Robyn who helped him eat it while helping herself as well.

Fifteen minutes after he'd finished his lunch Sportacus was lying down talking to Robyn about anything and nothing. It was with embarrassment that Sportacus realised that a potential hazard was nearing which he was sure that Robyn wouldn't be able to cope with easily. When a break appeared in their conversation he made light of this hazard in the only way he knew how.

"Robyn?" Sportacus asked trying to sound casual but not doing it at all convincingly.

"Yes," Robyn answered completely unaware as to what was coming next.

Sportacus winced and got what he had to say said as fast as possible, "I need the bathroom and don't think I can get there myself. Do you think you can help me?"

Robyn stared at Sportacus blankly; she didn't know what to say.