He got up to answer it and saw Tori, Andre, and Cat standing outside the door with some balloons, a card, and a few wrapped boxes. "What are you guys doing here? And what is all this stuff?" he asked confused. "We're here to see Jade," Cat said. "Oh," Beck said as he let them in, "That's really nice of you. She just woke up." "Oh we didn't wake her up, did we?" Tori asked concerned. "Um, yeah you might have but it's alright because she needs to take more medicine right now anyways," he said. He went and got Jade's medicine and gave it to her. Then he went and talked to Andre while the girls went over to talk to Jade.

"Hey Jade," Tori said. Jade waved at her. "We brought you some stuff," Cat said excitedly, thrusting the boxes at her. Jade smiled as she opened the boxes which contained some fuzzy socks, some books, a pair of new scissors, and rabbit with hair the color of Cat's. She mouthed thank you. Cat reached for a hug, but Jade turned away. "Why won't you give me a hug?" Cat said, hurt that her best friend wouldn't hug her. "She doesn't want to get you sick, Cat," Tori explained. Cat nodded understandingly. The two of them told Jade all about the day at school until they looked over and saw Jade with her thumb in her mouth and her eyes closed.

The two stopped talking and stood up. They went over to the boys and joined their conversation. They talked for a half hour until they heard Jade crying in her sleep. Beck ran over to her and quickly woke her up. He held her as their friends watched them. He calmed her down and continued to hold her. Cat walked over and sat down on the bed next to them. "What happened?" she asked. "Jade just had a nightmare because of her fever," Beck explained, "she's ok." Jade her face in the crook of Beck's neck and stayed there." Well, we are going to leave you two alone," Andre said, "we might come back tomorrow. Bye Jade. Feel better." "Thanks guys see you later," Beck said as they walked out the door.

Turning to Jade she softly ran his fingers through her hair. He could feel her silent sobs as she shook in his arms." Shhh, it's ok, you're ok, I gotcha," he said soothingly. She continued to cry for about 10 minutes. He wished she could tell her what was wrong. "Babe," he said quietly, "Can you try to tell me what is wrong? Maybe you can talk a little bit, please." "I had a bad dream and then embarrassed myself in front of my friends, and my throat hurts so badly, and I am worried that I am going to have to have surgery, and I just don't feel good at all," she cried hoarsely.

"Ok, ok, slow down, one thing at a time. Whatever happened in your dream, we can talk about it later when you feel better. Second, you didn't embarrass yourself. They all know you are really sick and understand. I can give you a popsicle to try to help your throat. Don't even think about the surgery, you most likely won't even have to have it," he said, "And I know you don't feel good, I really am sorry, I wish there was something I could do to make you feel better." He went and got her a popsicle and brought it to her. Then he sat down, picked her up, and wrapped all the blankets he could around her. She ate her popsicle, then fell back to sleep. He held her for four hours. It was then that he realized it was almost 9 and he needed to make dinner. He set her down and went and made soup. He woke her up, gave her some food and her medicine. Then he had her change her pajamas and they both fell asleep. He woke up at 3 in the morning and realized she was burning hot. He took her temperature, it was 103. It wasn't any warmer than she had been the day before. He felt so bad for her she tossed and turned, trying to get comfortable. He got a cold pack and put it on her forehead.

She calmed down a bit and soon fell into a calm sleep. She went back to sleep and slept until 10 am. He made breakfast and woke her up. "Thanks," she said weakly. He took her temperature again. It was 102.5. "Good, your fever is coming down," he said with a smile. She got a faint smile on her face. He hated seeing her this way. He didn't like that she wasn't her usual feisty self. He hoped she would get better soon. He gave her her medicine and then she fell back to sleep. At around 1 their friends stopped by.

This time Jade stayed sleeping. Tori and Cat went and sat on the chairs he had put by the bed. About five minutes after they got there, she woke up. "Hey guys," she whispered. "Jade, you can talk!" Cat exclaimed excitedly. "Yeah only a little bit and it still really hurts, but I can talk," she said. "Well, how are you doing?" Tori asked. "I feel awful," Jade replied, "My throat is a mess, I am freezing, but sweating at the same time. I pretty much feel the worst I ever have." "Aw, Jadey," Cat said with a frown. "Come here Cat," Jade said, reaching out for a hug. Cat moved away. "No thanks, I don't want to get sick," she said. "It's alright," Jade said, "I have been on medicine for over 24 hours now. I shouldn't be contagious anymore." Cat's face lit up as she leaned over and hugged Jade tightly.

They chatted for a while until Jade was almost in tears because her throat hurts so badly. Everyone left about a half hour later and as soon as they were gone, Jade started sobbing. He held her tight. He was worried. She was always a little moody when she was sick, but this was the worst he had ever seen her. He let her cry herself to sleep. He continued to hold her for a few hours, losing track of time in his thoughts. He set her down and made dinner. Woke her up, gave her food and medicine, let her change, and then they both fell asleep. The next day was much of the same. He held her a lot while she slept. They also played a game and watched a movie.

By Monday, she still had a fever of 101.2. He stayed home with her. Their friends stopped by to see her again. He voice was still sore, but getting better. By Tuesday, her fever was only 100.4. He still made her stay home, though. Her voice was well enough that he didn't make her go back to the doctor. On Wednesday, the doctor came to see her. She said everything looked good, but Jade was on vocal rest for another week. That meant no singing or talking excessively. The talking didn't bother Jade; she was a girl of few words anyways. The singing thing made her upset, but after crying for an hour while Beck comforted her; she decided it wouldn't be so bad. The doctor had told her if she didn't rest it, she could permanently damage her voice, which was a chance she didn't want to take. Eventually she recovered and life went back to normal. Nothing really changed; except for the fact that Tori and Andre knew Jade was a thumb sucker.