AN: This si directly after they got Bloom back to Alfea and got her to drink the antidote for the poison Diaspro used. Turns out a sick Bloom doesn't really make a whole lot of sense to everyone else, and she has way too much survival instinct to be calm about the fact that she's sick. Sorry I haven't updated in a while, couldn't get any chapters loaded onto the site for some reason. They finally fixed it though, yay!

Sky's fairly certain life itself is ending - Bloom's sick, she never gets sick. Worse, she's got a fever; and with her fire powers, it's spiking higher than most people would survive. The Winx told him how she cried so much she got sick right after the Millennium Party, but this is something else altogether - she's passed out on the bed, for crying out loud! When he checks her temperature, she's so hot his hand is nearly burned - what in the heck was in that dart Diaspro had?!

They're at Alfea now, and it's been nearly a day since Palladium mixed the antidote for the poison Diaspro used and they somehow managed to get Bloom to take it. That was all Ember, truth be told - they apparently share a mental link, because Ember just went still for a minute and Bloom relaxed almost to the point of going limp.

He turns away to get another rag to put on her forehead, only to turn back and see her sitting upright and about to swing her feet off the bed. "Bloom! No, stop. You're sick, you shouldn't be out of bed."

She answers by growling something, then starts struggling to get out of the sheets. Sky pins her to the bed, grabbing her by the upper arms and keeping her there - it's far easier than he wishes it was, she's a featherweight with no real muscle on her frame.

Bloom's not really awake, her mind's clouded by her fever, pounding headache, and nausea - she's acting purely on survival instinct at the moment, Pyros driving her actions at the moment. "Bloom…no…sick…bed…" When she feels herself being held down, she immediately starts struggling twice as hard, her strength flaring up for a moment to push one of the hands away. She can't make out more than a few words of whatever's being said, and her head is too clouded to even recognize the familiar voice or the hands holding her down onto the bed.

Who…? Someone…I know…Val…tor…Valtor! NO!

In a last-ditch effort to be free of whoever is restraining her, her feverish mind coming up with what seems like a reasonable idea for who it is, she unleashes her magic - except it goes way off the mark, though she doesn't know it.

She vaguely hears some sounds, but is too drained by her efforts to process them.

When Bloom started pushing at Sky's arms, she suddenly got incredibly strong for a split second and easily pushed one hand off her arm - and it was the arm closer to the edge of the bed, which she immediately tried to lunge for. "Bloom, come on. You're sick, you need to stay in bed."

When it didn't work, she tried in vain to dislodge his other hand - he already had the original hand she broke free from back on her shoulders, and her amazing burst of strength had vanished.

When she starts glowing orange, he doesn't dare let go of her - he knows how she can teleport, and in this state she could teleport to the middle of space and die in moments. She suddenly shoots a fireball from her hand in his general direction, but it's four feet off and hits the nearby curtains and sets them on fire. The material is made to resist all forms of magic and destruction, fire being one of the top things on the list, so the fact that it's burning is quite the feat.

Finally, Bloom seems to have exhausted herself in her struggles and is laying there - she's breathing heavily, smoke curling out between her lips at every breath. When Sky slowly relaxes his grip on her, she hardly reacts other than to growl something. He runs his fingers through her hair, pushing her sweaty bangs off her forehead, and whispers "It's okay, Bloom. Your safe, I promise."

Now, finally, her eyes open - they're all pupil, there's hardly any iris to be seen right now. It's obvious she doesn't recognize him at the moment though, judging from the fact that confusion paints itself all over her face. "Thor…what….Magix…how…?"

Sky murmurs coaxingly "Bloom, you should be resting right now. Your burning up, literally, and shaking from this fever."

Bloom grabs onto his shirt, staring at her hand like she doesn't know what it's doing. "Not…Thor…look…alike…no armor…"

Sky's getting more worried by the moment, but whispers "It's Sky, remember? Your Sky." He runs a hand through her hair again, which seems to relax her a little, and says "Sh, just get some rest. Your delirious, Bloom."

"Sky…wind, sun…running…flying…fast, fun…red…foun…tain…"

One hand reaches for him, and he takes it gently. "Bloom, it's me. Sky, your boyfriend. We're at Alfea, remember?"

"Wind…trees…grass, sun…running…dra…gons…Pyros…"

Sky shakes his head, and says "No, Magix city. Alfea, college for Fairies. You've been on Pyros for a while, but when we found you Diaspro had followed us and poisoned you. Remember?"

Bloom's looking around now, seeming half-desperate for something. "What's wrong? Bloom, tell me what you want." She growls something in response, which is when Sky decides she's probably going to pass out at some point. "Alright, I think that translates to 'the sheets covering me up again.' Which is what you're getting. Hey, easy, I'm not going to hurt you or anything. I'm right here, it's alright, just relax."

He keeps talking to her as he pulls the sheets back over her, which she immediately starts struggling against, and says "Bloom, listen. You need to rest. Diaspro tried to kill you, and you're not out of the woods just because we stopped the poison from doing any more damage than it already had."

When she tries to use one hand to prop herself up, he gently takes it from under her weight and kisses the back of it, saying "You need to get better, Bloom." When that doesn't seem to get any response out of her, he leans down and kisses her lips lightly, then buries his hand in her hair on top of her head. He starts moving his thumb in a small circle on her temple, which seems to nearly put her to sleep - maybe it helps with the pounding headache she must have.

When it looks like she's finally out again, he goes and grabs the rag he threw back into the sink - because her fever really is worrying him a lot, fire powers or no fire powers. And who the heck is Thor?