Lydia loved having Shaggy over and soon it became a regular thing. As much as he visited, however, she never showed her face. It was far too grotesque and ugly. Lydia had given him a house key explaining that sometimes she'd be too involved with work to answer the door. Today was one such day. Lydia didn't come to the door when Shaggy had knocked so, he let himself in. The house was peaceful and serene as he made his way through it. Lydia had always kept it clean with the exception of her art room which was organized chaos. When he opened the door, however, Lydia wasn't anywhere to be found. He looked at the clock. It was noon. Shouldn't she have been up by now? Confusedly Shaggy closed the door and made his way down the hall in search of his friend.

He came to a stop at one of the doors. Maybe she was in there. Shaggy eased the door open and looked around. Beige walls with the occasional painting. A white dresser with photos scattered across it. Shaggy turned. A twin size bed with pink lace covers. In the center of the bed was a human size lump. Lydia. As Shaggy neared the bed he took notice of two things. One Lydia was shaking. Two her hood was hanging on the bedpost beside her.

Lydia clearly wasn't wearing it so, that meant that Shaggy would be able to see her face. As tempting as that was, however, Shaggy had no intention of upsetting Lydia. The only thing that kept him moving forward was the fact that she seemed sick. Slowly Shaggy pulled back the lace covers. Lydia was sleeping in polar bear pajamas. She was shaking like a leaf. Shaggy for the first time ever saw her face. A large reddish-purple scar was around her right eye. There were smaller scars above her left eye. As huge and discolored as the scars were they didn't bother Shaggy. He tentatively touched her cheek causing her to stir. Her eyes fluttered open and Shaggy was able to see that her eyes were a dusky yellow instead of brown.

Once she realized he was there she tried in vain to hide her face.

"Lydia please look at me," Shaggy pleaded.

"N-no I'm ugly," Lydia sobbed in response.

"I don't think so,"

"How can you say that?"

"Because what's on the outside doesn't matter Lydia. You're still my brave, kindhearted friend,"

"Really?"

"Yes,"

Slowly Lydia looked up. Shaggy felt her forehead.

"You've got a fever, Lydia,"

"I hate being sick," Lydia grumbled.

"Don't worry I'll take care of you,"

"Thank you Shaggy"

"You're welcome,"