He snuggled under the covers and prayed for sleep. Finally so exhausted , he was a ripe claim for the Sandman.

At 5pm Riot woke up. He looked at the clock and realized he had slept most of the day although he still felt tired. He put his hand to his head and groaned ' Would this headache ever go away?!' He just wanted to lay in bed but he was thristry. He got out of bed slowly and went to see what there was in the fridge. Yup. Just what he thought: Nothing! Being a celebrity ,he rarely was at home and even when he was he was not cooking! He usually had a chef come in and prepare something if he wanted to dine in. He even knew a few who would come at a moments notice Unfortunately there was nothing to drink either. His mouth felt parched and his throat was noticeably more sore. He was just reaching for a glass to fill with water when he sneezed suddenly into his arm. "Hacitcho!" He set the glass down. "Ah heh..Ehsitcho!" This time into his hands. And then another sneeze! "heheHHEHChoo!!" He was trying to get to the tissues by his bed but they would not stop.
"AhhtisshooOO!! HeptChooo! Knixt!" Sneezing and walking was not an easy thing to do but finally he made it. "haah...hehh..Choo! HiiiSHHIhoo!MMMurmph!!Heh -Chhaa!!"One after the other they came and Riot sat perched on his bed pulling out tissue after tissue to capture each one as the sneezes came fast and furious. And finally they were done. He sniffed roughly and blew his nose feeling like it was the hundredth time. He sank back in bed weaker now then ever. It was such a wonder how being sick reduced you to such a helpless being.
It was at that moment the phone rang. Riot picked up the receiver realizing how heavy it felt in his frail condition.
"Hello?" Riot croaked
"May I speak to...Riot? Is that you?"
"Who the hell else would id be?. sniiff. I'b the only wud thad lives here"
"That's true". she said reasonable. "How are you feeling?"
"Called to gloat have you"?
"Noooo. I called to tell you me and Minx and coming over. We'll be there in 10min"
and before Riot could protest Rapture hung up!

Riot set the phone on the receiver and buried under the blankets. Maybe if he fell asleep again he wouldn't hear them knock. That would never work. It seemed he couldn't win. I mean it was only Minx and Rapture now if it had been Pizazz well that would have been another story all together. Images of moats and boarded up doors with chains and locks came to mind in that scenario. He got up and unlocked the door and hopped into bed again.
He awoke to the sound of knocking.
"Id's ophead" He said as loud as he could and swallowed in pain.
A moment later he heard them enter and come down the hall.
He also over hear Rapture say to Minx " I told you he sounded like crap"
He was sick but he wasn't deaf.
They found their beloved leader laying in bed. Covers hiked up to his chin and surrounded by tissues. His normally immaculate appearance was in disarray. His hair was pulled back and he had loose stands and fly aways everywhere. His nose was doing an impression of Jem's hair and was completely pink. It seemed quite chapped as well. His cheeks were flushed and stood out amongst his otherwise horribly pale complexion. And last but not least his eyes were watery and seemed glazed with fever. All in all Riot did NOT look at all like Riot!

Minx and Rapture on the other hand looked amazing. They were both dressed identically in matching nurse outfits that were comprised of black PVC with yellow vinyl crosses on their hats and aprons.

"what in the world are you girls wearing" Riot asked incredulously

Minx laughed and spun around.
"Don't you remember? We wore them on our last tour for the song "Are You Feeling Alright?".
"We thought they would be perfect" Rapture beamed
"We' ve come to take of you!" Minx said ecstatically
" That's right. If you want to be healthy in time for the show we thought some extra TLC couldn't hurt!"