A/N: I'm so sorry! This chapter is long overdue.

Shawn arrived at Cory and Topanga's about an hour later. He opened the door and set down his bag. "Cory? Topanga?" He called. Topanga came out of the bedroom.

"Oh good, Shawn." She said. "Cory's in our room if you wanna go see him.

When Shawn went in, he saw Cory stir. "Shawnie?" Cory asked, rubbing his eyes. "What are you doing here?"

"Riley and Maya told me you threw up at school."

"Yeah... Maybe I did?"

"What the hell were you thinking?"

"My class... I couldn't leave my class to a sub." He shuddered.

"Well now you're gonna have to," Shawn said.

"Actually no," Cory replied. "Feeny's flying up." Shawn raised his eyebrows.

"Well, well Matthews. Aren't we getting special treatment?"

"I asked him." Cory tried to sit up. "Oh my stomach..."

"I gotcha some food, Cor."

"You did?" He replied weakly. "What'd you get?"

"Some bread for toast, and some crackers."

Cory sighed. "Boring. Nice seeing ya Shawnie, but you might wanna go before I get sick again. And that'll be really soon..." He clutched his stomach. Shawn dashed out of the room.

"Topanga," he said, "Your husband requires your assistance." He left, and Topanga rushed in and rubbed Cory's back while he threw up.

"Oh my poor baby..." She straightened. "Honey when was the last time you had something to drink?"

"I don't remember..." He moaned. She took out her phone.

"Sweetie, I am calling the doctor."

"No Topanga! You know I hate the doctor!"

"Cory Matthews! You need to get over this ridiculous fear of the doctor!" She helped him into his robe and some shoes and grabbed her purse and handed him the bin. "Cory. Car. Now."

"Topanga. No. I can't." He replied, leaning weakly on her.

"Listen Cory. Do you want to get better or not?"

"Yeah..."

"Then let's go to the doctor... Oh wait, they're closed... Tomorrow then. You promise you'll go? I'll be right there with you."

"Fine." Cory took off his shoes and robe and laid back down. "I just wish I wasn't sick, so we could take advantage of the kids not being home." Topanga climbed in next to him.

She smiled slyly. "Once you're better, we'll send the kids to visit your parents."

His eyes lit up. "You promise?"

She smirked. "I promise, if you don't resist going to the doctor."

"Topanga! That's evil!" He snuggled up with her and fell asleep.

...

The next morning, Shawn took Auggie to kindergarten and Riley and Maya got on the Subway. "So," Maya said. "How much you wanna bet your dad will try to come back today?"

Riley grinned. "I'll bet twenty bucks on tomorrow."

"You're on." Maya replied. When they got to school, they walked into Cory's classroom to find someone sitting at the desk.

"Mr. Feeny?" Riley asked. He turned around, taking the note.

"Ah! Ms. Matthews, Ms. Hart... Mr. Minkus and Mr. Friar."

The rest of the class filed in. "Good Morning, class. As I'm sure you know, Mr. Matthews is sick."

"It was stupid of him to come to school yesterday," someone said.

"I am well aware of Mr. Matthews's stupidity, young man," Feeny replied. "I was, after all, his teacher. " The entire class burst out laughing.

...

Meanwhile, Topanga was in the kitchen. She was making Cory some toast to eat on the way to the doctor's office. While she waited, she went back into the bedroom. "Cory, baby, get up."

Cory sat up in bed, yawning. A wave of nausea hit him. "Ughhh..." He moaned, leaning over the bucket. Topanga led him into the bathroom and took the bucket to clean.

"Are you ready to go to the doctor?" She asked. Cory groaned.

"I was hoping you'd forget about that." He said.

"Nope. Do you think you'll be alright to brush your teeth?"

"Probably." He stood up and wiped his mouth. "I hate being sick." Topanga felt his forehead.

"Oh honey..." She went back into the bedroom and brought out his robe and shoes and helped him into them. While he brushed his teeth, she put the toast in a bag and put on her coat and shoes. Cory stumbled into the living room with the bin and she grabbed her purse and helped him out to the car.

"Stupid doctors..." He mumbled. Topanga gently rubbed his back. The rest of the ride was fairly uneventful, and Cory only got sick three times.

They went inside, Cory hunched over his bin and Topanga guiding him. "How ya feeling, honey?" She asked.

"Still really sick."

"Well, it's only been a day. I'm sure you'll feel better in a few days."

"Cory Matthews," the receptionist called. Cory gulped.