When I finished my breakfast, I headed back to my room and saw that Misery was just waking up. She had opened her eyes as I walked in, and as I approached the bed, she stared up at me, confused.

"What's wrong?" I queried, kneeling down to get a better look at her.

"How did you find me last night? Was I in here? Or did I bump into something?" she asked.

"Well, when I woke up, I heard you singing. So I headed out of the door, looking around to see if I could see anyone. When I realized no one was up here, I headed downstairs to the main floor. You were walking around, and you sounded very beautiful, I must say. But I was afraid since you were asleep that you'd get hurt," I admitted.

"Oh. I guess I must have been stressed about something. I tend to do things like that when I'm stressed. But I feel fine right now, other than a slight headache," said Misery, suddenly rubbing her head.

"Oh. Do you need anything?" I questioned.

Misery sat up, rubbing her stomach.

"Uh oh. Migraine?" I asked, a little scared.

"It's probably just hunger. My headache is probably dehydration," she said, her voice a little troubled.

I felt her head and sighed with relief. No fever. But as I helped her to her feet, she seemed a little disoriented.

"The door's this way," I said, putting my arm out and guiding her to it.

"Oh. Um... where's Ruby?" she asked, trying not to reveal her discomfort.

"She's down..."

I wasn't able to finish my sentence, for Misery had suddenly freed herself from my grasp and headed for the bathroom. She let the door slam, and then I heard a coughing, almost choking sound.

"This can't be good," I sighed.

I stood there, unsure of what to think. Was it flu? Was it migraine? Or, although unlikely but probably with her luck, was it both? I scratched my head, thinking hard. I decided I'd turn to the stairs and call for Ruby.

"RUUUUUUUBYYYYYYY!" I yelled.

I heard Ruby running to put something away, and then she was bounding up the stairs. I thought she was going to fall.

"What's wrong?" she asked, huffing and puffing.

"Misery," I answered, my voice shaky.

"Oh. Oh no. What happened?" she queried, sitting down at the top step.

"She has a migraine, or flu... I don't know," I managed, trying to sound calm.

Just then, I heard the bathroom door open, and a shaky Misery stepped out and walked slowly towards us.

"Misery! Are you okay?" asked Ruby, her voice high.

"My stress headache, or more accurately, stress migraine, is back," she admitted, suddenly wobbling.

I turned and caught her before she could fall, but she looked up at me with big eyes.

"The worst thing is, I didn't even eat anything yet," she managed, her voice trailing off.

She suddenly looked like she was going to faint. I told Ruby to get a glass of water while I tended to Misery. I took her to my room, placing a garbage can beside the bed.

"Misery? Lay down with your head like this," I instructed, putting my arms out, and lying down on my stomach.

I put my head between my arms, and watched her. She stared at me, her eyes never changing. But soon, she had managed to get positioned.

"Stay like that until you feel better," I told her.

"But what if I don't?" she asked, her voice croaky.

"You will," I assured her.

Ruby came up with the water, and watched me. I stroked Misery, singing something I knew she wouldn't understand, but something I thought would soothe her. It was an old Thai song about love. But I was singing it in such a way that Misery yawned. She almost fell asleep, but then I noticed how relaxed she was and I gasped, waking her.

"Wow! Do you feel better now?" I asked, a little surprised.

"I think I do!" she cried, sitting up. "You really are a creature of good fortune!"

"Thank you!" I smiled.

She drank the water, and before long, she was completely back to normal. Well, at least to her.

"What to eat," she said.

"Ruby made pancakes. Do you want some? I think there's some left," I suggested.

"Okay!" said Misery, standing up.

Just as she was about to head out of the room, however, she tripped on the lip of the door, and fell on the floor, sprawled out. She didn't get up.

"Are you okay?!" I cried, putting my arms out to help her up.

A high-pitched screeching sound escaped her slightly-opened mouth, before she finally let out a sigh.

"Ooww!" she groaned.

"Misery? Are you okay?" asked Ruby.

"Yeah, just had the wind knocked out. I'm fine. It happens to me more than you think," she admitted, taking a deep breath in before speaking.

She slowly got up, and carefully headed down the stairs. I followed her, my hand on her shoulder to prevent her from falling again.

"Are you sure you can eat? I remember what happened the last few times you had this migraine," sighed Ruby.

"Yeah. My stomach's fine now. I don't know if it was just a little wave of something, or if it was her good fortune," Misery replied, her voice low, but showing slight happiness.