Lightning-Dono: Here I am again! xDDD I'm intent on finishing this fanfic...all forty freaking chapters. Oh, and I included a note in the first chapter for those Muffy fans. :)

Answers to the Reviews

RWT – No problem. –grin- Her entries vary in length because like in my personal journal, sometimes I feel like writing more on some days than others. I don't know, it just happens. xD But this one is short. :)

lil-c-girl2218 – No no, feel free to call him anything you like. Todd, Jack, Bob, Joe...I don't mind. xD At this point, you can't really tell what's going on since Jack seems to like Muffy but he's also making an attempt (to a degree) to impress Nami...which is scary.

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First of Summer

If I were interviewed today, a choice question the interviewer would ask me would be, "How does it feel to have a cold when it's burning hot?" My answer would be furious shivering that I'm trying to keep under control and a shaky, "It sucks."

Why? Because that's the exact scenario I'm living through not, minus the intruding interviewer and the crew of cameramen zooming in on my every feature available for filming. "Ever feature available" being my hair since I'm all curled up beneath a steaming blanket, feeling like I was just bathed in ice. For some reason, I can still somewhat write, except it's extremely hard. I swear this paragraph took me five minutes to write, maybe even more. If only the stupid, decorative clock on the wall would actually work.

If you've never believed Ruby to be the motherly type for whatever reason, you still have time to change your mind. Ever since this morning when she came up to check on me when I slept until noon (This is messing up my schedule.), she woke me up and asked how I was feeling. The first thing I said was, "My head is throbbing with fever." The second thing I said was, "Aren't you going to cook today?" when she set up stand right by my bedside, fully equipped with a small tub of cold water, cloth, thermometers, and medicine. The last thing I said to her was, "Thanks." when she put a cool cloth on my forehead. And now she's dozed off at her post (I'm not quite sure how long she's sat there.), so I can dive under my covers and write.

Okay, now I'm shaking like mad. I'll write more later.

Now it's five, or so Ruby says. She just brewed some chicken soup and she brought it up to me a while ago...I never thought I'd appreciate chicken soup more – it actually does make you feel a little better. Most UNLIKE Jack's milk, which might be the indirect cause of my illness. I am ever so tempted to poison him, but that's not the point. Atleast I'm not shivering like a sheep stripped of its wool anymore.

Hardy visited me this morning and gave me an energy drink for free...I appreciate it, but I'm not in the mood to drink disgusting things at the moment...it might nauseate me.

And as I sit here in bed, continuing to gaze out the window, I still wonder if Muffy has launched any more barbaric attacks on Jack. At the rate she's going at him, I wouldn't surprised if there's a funeral service for him anytime soon.