A/N: Even though I am "updating" the writing to make it better the second time thorough, I am a mere 'kid' writing these fics. I am enjoying this so far and I guess this fic is fine. I love ya'll for reading this and then reading this fanfiction. Ily.

John's POV

"Dude I have come to the conclusion that you are actually really sick." He said in a calm monotone voice.

My heart sped up a little and I could feel my face getting hot. I coughed in my sleeve then looked up at Strider. I wondered how he got so calm, so quickly, but I just shrugged it off. I was clutching the sheets tightly but also felt more relaxed than moments before.

I glanced away from his stare, as he waited for an answer. I sniffled like a cry-sniffle, but it was definitely not that because I was…sick. Yes. He was right.

"W-well." I paused then confessed, "Sorry, Dave. Yes, I am sick."

Dave stared down at the ground, like he was either thinking, or that he was sad, I was not sure.

I looked up at Dave's face again, and now he had an expression of worry.

He got up, kissed my head and then said, "Don't worry, I will take care of you. Just get some rest."

I nodded into the sheets and felt my grip from the sheets loosen. He was right I had to take care of myself. Things were fine, and Dave wasn't mad-that mad-he was okay with this or forgave me. I felt relieved and tired.

Laying my head down, and taking off my glasses, I fell asleep.

Dave's POV

Sighing, I looked at John's face, it looked pale and his cheeks were rosier than usual. I sighed quietly, poor John looked sick.

"Well" I mumbled quietly to myself, looking around his room.

I smiled to myself, because it was messy as always. So, I guess I can just clean it, because he is sleeping. To start off with being his personal maid while he was in crisis; I picked up some used clothes, then put them in the laundry basket. I arranged the things on his desk, and made sure they looked good. Rolling my eyes, I looked at all the movies of Nic Cage he had collected so far. There were at least 17 of them.

I shook my head and thought, 'Wow, there sure are a ton.'

I know it was out of character for me to do this, but come on, he was sick, and a messy room won't help. Like that laundry pile he tripped over and almost…I felt my face heat and I focused on the next task for helping John getting better in the long run; I took down the all the dishes in John's room, and got a glass of water for him. Egderp was still sleeping, so I just set the glass of water on the nightstand.

Upon opening the drawer of his nightstand, I saw that there was a notebook. It looked important, so I opened it. Inspecting it closer, I saw that it had entries, and words. Oh! This was a Diary that he kept. Wow, he was nerdy. Looking at his adorable face, I saw that he was still sleeping.

Putting the notebook back, I walked downstairs. I heard a timer beep and the smell of cake. Oh great, John's dad was baking again. His dad hurriedly walked out of the door, not saying a word to me, and just left.

I was confused but thought through it. He was an adult he could do whatever he wanted to. He was probably leaving for work, or more cake supplies. I shrugged and walked in the kitchen. Maybe I should make some soup for Egbert.

I hope that I won't blow his kitchen up.