Hey guys, thanks for the feedback! Once again tonight's show just depressed me so here's an update so everyone can escape to a world where Ruthie and Martin are at least "real friends".

The next day Martin woke up with a pounding head, sore throat and stuffy nose. And if that wasn't enough when he tried to force himself out of the bed he began shivering uncontrollably. Realizing that he wasn't going to be able to go to church he reached for the phone to call Mac and tell him not to come over.

Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring.

Frustrated, Martin hung up the phone and sank lower into his bed as he pulled the covers more tightly around himself. What felt like hours later but in reality was probably minutes he heard a knock on the door followed by an incessant pounding.

Just as Martin was about to try again to get out of bed he heard Ruthie's voice ring through the apartment, "Coming."

Satisfied that she'd take care of it he made no more effort to move. And after a few minutes his eyelids became too heavy to hold open anymore so he let them fall closed. Then just as he was drifting off to sleep Ruthie sat down on the bed next to him with her arms full.

She didn't look much better than he felt at the moment. Her eyelids were puffy and her eyes were red and glassy. Not to mention the fact she was bundled up in one of his old sweatshirts yet still shivering.

"Here. I've got cough and cold medicine with spoons along with two bottles of water and a box of Kleenex." Ruthie said, her voice raspy as she measured out his medicine and motioned for him to sit up.

"Thanks Ruth." Martin said, his voice barely a whisper as he took the medicine and then a drink of water before letting his head fall back onto the pillow.

"For what? Getting us sick." Ruthie joked, wincing as she swallowed her own medicine and sat the rest of the stuff on Martin's bedside table in case they needed it.

"Nah. It's not your fault. Besides looking on the bright side now we have an excuse to stay in bed all day." Martin pointed out, moving over and pulling back the sheets a little as he motioned for Ruthie to crawl under.

"Since when are you a "the glass is half full guy"?" Ruthie questioned teasingly as she settled in next to Martin and closed her eyes.

"Since I was trying to make you not feel guilty. Remind me not to do that anymore." Martin quipped.

"I told Mac that we were both sick and he said he'd stop by later. Maybe bring us some dinner." Ruthie informed Martin, changing the subject.

"Sounds good. And what sounds even better is sleep." Martin said, his voice almost nonexistent.

"Absolutely." Ruthie whispered as she let unconsciousness overtake her.