Disclaimer: I do not own Descendants.

Carlos despised getting sick.

He hated feeling so week and tired and gross. On the Isle, whenever he got sick, he would normally skip school and hide out in his "room" (although it was technically his mother's closet) until he got better. If he went to school, there was a big chance that people would take advantage of his illness to beat him up. He wouldn't be up to running from them, after all.

On the Isle, they didn't have any medicine. He had to just wait it out until it went away.

Which is exactly what he wanted to do when he woke up one morning, feeling like he was about to die.

The room was still dark, as Jay had yet to wake up (he was always a deep sleeper). He was burning up under his blankets. He couldn't breathe through his nose, his throat was sore, his head ached, and he felt like he'd been hit by a bus. He wanted nothing more than to just fall back asleep.

His eyes lazily found their way to his clock, curious as to what time it was (because surely, if he felt this tired, it had to be really early).

When the red light on the clock told him that it was eight in the morning, his panic managed to break through his foggy mind.

Forcing his body to move, he through the blankets off of himself and stood up. On the Isle, he might have been able to skip school without a problem (he was smart enough to miss a few days and, besides, they liked it when students skipped), he knew he could get into trouble for doing that here.

He really didn't want to make anyone mad. Seeing adults angry always terrified him. He could still remember when he'd seen Audrey's grandmother yelling at Mal. It had taken every ounce of courage in him to prevent himself from bolting at that moment.

His mother's anger had ingrained that in him.

"Jay," he spoke as loud as he could, surprise by how scratchy his voice sounded, "Jay, wake up. We're late."

The boy moaned at Carlos, as he always did. It took a lot to get the teenager out of bed.

"Jay," he said again, gingerly shaking the boy, "Jay, come o-"

He pulled his hand away from the boy as a coughing fit suddenly overtook him, burning his already sore throat.

Once the fit had subsided, he became aware of someone patting him on the back.

Jay was up.

"Are you sick?" he asked, looking rather concerned as he peered at the younger boy.

Carlos coughed again, "N-no, I'm fine," he said weakly.

Jay frowned and reached up, placing a cold hand on Carlos' forehead before pulling it away quickly, "Liar."

He didn't have any time to protest before Jay grabbed Carlos' arm and was dragging him over to the bed, gently pushing him into a sitting position, "Lay down."

Carlos shook his head, "No, I got," he coughed," I got to go to school."

"Not like this," Jay said, looking surprised by the younger boy's insistence, "You're going to go back to sleep. I'm going to get Evie and Mal. They'll know what to do."

He shook his head. Why couldn't Jay understand that he needed to go to school? If he skipped, he'd be in trouble. If he was in trouble, they would be mad. He didn't want them mad.

However, his body seemed to agree with what Jay said and the moment his head touched the pillow, he was out like a light.

When he woke up, there was something wet on his forehead.

He gingerly opened his eyes, confused, and reached up to see what it was. Someone grabbed his arm, "No, that needs to stay there."

It was Evie.

"What is it?" he asked, voice dry and scratchy.

"It's a wet rag," she said with a shrug, "Mal looked up on the internet how to bring a fever down. This was a suggestion."

He didn't respond to that, simply sitting there in confusion for a moment. He felt touched that they were there but also really baffled as to why. It wasn't like he was dying or anything. He'd been sick like this plenty of times on the Isle. He would get better in the next few days.

"Shouldn't you be at school?" he asked, trying to pull himself into a sitting position. He paused, eyes widening, "Shouldn't I be at school?"

"Not when you're sick," Mal said from where she was going through her spell book (for what, Carlos wasn't sure.) "Did you go to school when you were sick on the Isle?"

He hesitated and shook his head, "But they didn't care there."

She simply rolled her eyes, glancing back down. Evie reached to the table and handed Carlos a cup of water.

"Drink this," she said sternly, "Online it said that you need lots of fluids."

"I'm fine," he insisted again.

He really did feel a little better now that he'd had some rest, although he still felt like crap. He wasn't used to people acting like this, though. Being sick wasn't something that warranted doting friends.

"Oh, shut up and drink it," Jay said, rolling his eyes from where he was searching through a bunch of DVD's, "Did you know we had all these movies?"

Carlos sighed and took the water, sipping from it slightly. The feeling soothed his sore throat and actually really did make him feel a little better.

After a moment, Evie took the water away and sat it on the table next to her. Jay, nearby, seemed to have found something.

"Whoa, this looks neat," he said happily, "Alright, Mal, I got a movie."

"You guys need to go to school," he tried again, guilt devouring his stomach. What if they got mad at Jay, Mal, and Evie as well? He didn't want to be the reason his friends got in trouble.

Mal rolled her eyes as she walked over to Jay to see the movie, "Carlos, it's just one day. We'll be fine."

He gave a small groan at that but Evie was suddenly sticking something in his mouth.

"What is this?" he asked, confused.

"Shh," Evie glared at him, although he knew she wasn't mad, "Close your mother. This is a thermometer. It will tell me what your temperature is."

They didn't have these things on the Isle.

"Where'd you-"he stopped talking at the look she gave him.

After a moment, the object suddenly beeped, causing him to jump. Evie pulled it out and read the numbers off of it, "99 degrees… Mal, what's the normal temperature?"

"The internet said 98.6 degrees," Mal responded, "so his temperature has probably gone down a lot."

Carlos was really confused but he decided to stay quiet, trusting that his friends knew what they were talking about.

Jay put the movie in the DVD player and walked over, sitting down on the bed beside Carlos, "Alright, this movie is called Avengers," he said happily, "It looks pretty neat."

Mal rolled her eyes but settled down on the foot of the bed by Evie.

Carlos sighed but found himself quickly absorbed into the movie, forgetting about how awful he felt.

By the time the movie was over, he knew for a fact that he had the best friends in the world.

AN: This was a prompt sent to me by Curious reader8044.

I hope that this one was good! If you guys have any prompts that you'd like me to do, leave them in a review. I've already gotten a few that will be coming up!