Authors Note: This is the last chapter. Enjoy! :)
Chapter 8
As they said, Tiff and Kirby went to visit Meta Knight the next afternoon, although Tuff went out to play with friends. Sword was going out on his patrol when they arrived, so he let Meta Knight know they were coming to visit and Meta Knight agreed to see them.
Meta Knight was sitting up in bed, definitely more alert than the last time they'd seen him. Bitter though it had been, the soup had helped. He was wrapped in his cape with his blanket over his lap. Next to him on the nightstand was the Botanica book, which it looked like he'd been reading. It was sitting by a half empty candy jar. Meta Knight's mask was on, of course, and his eyes were bright and alert now.
"How're you feeling?" Tiff asked.
"Much better. " Meta Knight nodded. "Sword told me everything. Thank you for your help."
"Poya!" Kirby cheered. He bounced up and down by the bedside.
"Kirby isn't the only one to see you feeling better. It looked like Sword and Blade were pretty happy too!" Tiff noted cheerfully. "How was the cure?"
"Bitter." Meta Knight answered with distaste. "The other soup was better."
"The other..? Oh!" Tiff remembered the soup she'd made him the day before he'd fallen very ill. She felt elated with the praise. "I'm glad you liked it!"
Tiff stayed and visited with Meta Knight for a little bit, but it was Kirby who ended up staying the longest. Meta Knight watched with amusement as the young star warrior enthusiastically bounced around and tried to relay yesterday's adventure by waving his arms around and saying "Poyo poya poyoooo!"
Still, even if he couldn't fully understand Kirby, he was grateful for the company. And soon he'd be back on his feet and in action again, ready to guide the young warrior in defeating NME.