"Liz... Liz, wake up."

"Go away..."

Sound pierced her head, causing pain unlike she had known existed blowing up in her skull. She flung an arm across her eyes to shield from the slivers of light coming through, whether from the crack in the door or the window, she wasn't sure.

"We have a mission Liz."

"I said go away." A groan accompanied her last syllable.

A pause, and she thought for a moment the pounding in her head was dying down.

"Are you alright?" It was hesitant; he knew if his assumption were correct, she would only be further angered by his incessant questions.

"I have a killer headache. So if you could leave, that would be great."

There was another moment of silence before she heard the soft sound of feet against carpet. She let out a sigh, relaxing into the bed. A minute passed, and sleep was close to enveloping her. Suddenly she was met with frigid cold against her forehead; under normal circumstances she would have shot out of bed, annoyed and shocked. This time, however... it was a relief that was greatly welcomed.

"Patty and I will be out for a while." His words were soft and low. "If you need anything, there's a phone on the bedside table. There is also a glass of water and some medicine for when you're up to it."

"Mmh." It was all she could produce. Accompanied with the cold rag directly atop the pulsing pain and the, what she assumed to be, delicate motion of Kid securely closing the curtains, she was steadily losing whatever will she had to remain awake.

The last noise she heard was of her door gently closing with a snap, leaving her in total darkness.

She shot up with a gasp, something freezing and wet landing in her lap.

To her right, the slightest bit of light streamed from the door- blocking the majority of it was Patty, standing in front of her.

"Are you okay, sis?"

An embarrassed smile graced her lips. "Yeah, you just scared me a little."

Patty laughed before sitting on the bed beside her sister. "Is your head all better now?"

Liz noticed, although it was quick. The side glance to the table, the absence of the pills she had taken when the pain had intensified. "It's much better now," she replied, quite softly. She turned her attention to her lap, where the cold towel had landed. She plucked it off and flung it to the left. She stifled a laugh instantly.

The wet mass barely dodged Kid, who sat, asleep, on a chair beside the bed. "What is he doing in here?"

"I think he was kind of worried, Sis."

The tone hadn't lost its cheerful glee.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, he told me you had a headache, but that his dad had a mission for him. He insisted I stay here, but, I mean, what could I do here? So I wound up going with him. And-" a gasp. "Oh my gosh, you would never believe it! Oh my gosh, sis, he used me!"

Eyebrows furrowed, as if thinking. "What?"

"He used me! He only had me, so he wasn't symmetrical!"

"Whoa, what?" Her head instantly turned back to Kid.

"Yeah! And it was awesome." Patty paused for a moment to recollect her thoughts. "But when we got back home, he said something about checking on you. And I guess you looked sick because he told me to stay quiet; and somehow he wound up asleep because I just came back with a new towel for you head, Sis."

Liz couldn't help but notice the weariness that edged itself into Patty's voice, the same weariness that she assumed was the reason for Kid's 'sleepover.'

And it was because of this weariness that Patty wound up asleep on Liz's bed not an hour later, after having told Liz of the near panic-induced seizure Kid suffered from by being so asymmetrical.

End