A/N: So, this happened. See, this is why I don't own GMW.
They walked to Topanga's car and Cory curled up in the front seat. "What am I going to do now, Topanga? What will happen to my class?"
She smirked. "I think you'd be better off worrying about yourself, Cory. How ya feelin'?"
"My head is killing me. I feel sick, Topanga, sick."
"Oh, honey... We're almost home, don't worry." Topanga said. "And then you need to take a nice, cool bath to lower your temperature. I'll make you some chicken noodle soup if you think you can keep it down."
"Okay. That sounds nice..." Cory yawned. "Are we home yet?"
"Yeah. C'mon sweetie. Let's get you some rest."
She took him by the hand and he stumbled into the apartment. "Can I have that bin again?" He asked."I may be needing it in a minute."
"Here." It was a fraction of a second too late and he threw up on himself.
"I can't believe that you haven't already been retching up bile!" Topanga said. "Get to the bathroom and take off that dirty shirt. I'll be there soon."
She grabbed a pair of Cory's pajamas and his robe before going into the bathroom.
"Strip, sick boy." She began running the bath, pouring baby bubble bath into the water. Cory climbed in.
"This feels good..." He said. Topanga took a washcloth and started washing him.
"Hopefully you aren't sick for long. Your family is visiting soon, right?"
"Yeah. I hope they aren't disappointed."
"Cory! Why would they be disappointed?"
"I went to work even though I was sick. I made a fool of myself in front of my class and our daughter!"
"I'm sure they don't think any less of you. Now they know how much teaching them means to you. Your family would be proud. I'm proud. Riley and Auggie are proud."
Cory reflected on this as Topanga helped him into his pajamas."I guess so."
"You up for that soup?"
"Yes please. I feel a little better," he said. She went into the kitchen and he went to lay down in bed, placing the bin close to him. Fifteen minutes later, she brought him a tray with a bowl of soup and a glass of water.
"Please stay with me, Topanga."
She nodded. "Here you go, love." Cory opened his mouth and Topanga stuck a spoonful of soup in. After he'd eaten a while, he paled. Topanga passed him the bin.
"Maybe my stomach couldn't hold it," he said. "Sorry."
"It's okay. Why don't you take a nap?"
"But Topanga! Not even Auggie takes naps!"
"He does when he's sick! And don't say you're fine. We both know you're not."
"Okay! Fine. I'll sleep Topanga, just make the pain go away..."
She picked up a book from her bedside table and sat down on the bed next to him. "Get some rest."
Cory woke an hour later and nestled up to her. Topanga ran her fingers through his damp curls, not looking up from her book.
"Honey?"
She put down her book. "Yes, Cory?"
"Will you please get me my phone?" He asked. She stared at him suspiciously.
"What are you going to do?"
Cory smiled sheepishly. "I was just going to call school. I want to check up on my class."
Topanga frowned. "Fine." She took the phone out of her pocket and he gasped accusingly.
"Topanga!"
He snatched his phone and scrolled through the contacts. "Do you know who the sub is? Did they tell you?" He asked his wife.
"There is no sub, honey."
His eyes widened in panic. "I have to go back."
"No. In case you've forgotten, you just left school after getting sick. You are incapable of teaching right now."
"But..." Cory stopped, and she followed his gaze to a name on the screen: Mr. Feeny.