Next time she woke up, she was in a hospital bed and her head was blissfully light. She looked around and saw the three guys and her cat sister. She giggled like a drunken school girl and they all rushed to her side, Gumball the first to reach her hand.

"How are you feeling?" He asked concern lacing his tone and the others faces. She could only giggle in response, whatever drug they had her on was certainly a powerful one.

"She sounds good enough." Marshall said while casually floating on the air, legs crossed and arms behind his head. Her eyes focused on the floating vamp.

"Tee Hee Marshy's a zebra!" She dissolved into another fit of giggles and he frowned at her.

"Yeah, thanks for that, girly." He said dryly, "what did you even do?" But she was in no state of mind to tell him exactly how she did her prank. Her head felt cloudy and light and she was suddenly extremely tired again. She laid back and almost immediately fell asleep.

"Come on boys, let's let her rest." Cake turned to Gumball, "can you get them to turn down the goof syrup they got goin into her?" The pink prince only nodded having yet to let go of Fionna's small, calloused hand.

Despite the cats urging, the three boys stayed by Fionna's side; one looking eerily dispassionate, the other two with brows furrowed in worry.
Marshall Lee was worried, of course he was. This was his best bud! But he was also extremely annoyed. He hated to think that she had risked her life because he had pissed her off, he hated to think that that flame brat had had the pleasure of Fionna's first kiss, he hated that Gumball was holding her hand between his two soft, pink paws, and mostly he hated how much he wanted her. He had denied it until the night of the party, when he came home and all of her stuff that had sneaked its way in was gone.

He hadn't noticed at first, as riled as he had been, that anything had changed. But he smelled her scent, as if she had just been there. He noticed her sword that had been leaning by his ax bass (she thought she could play it like an instrument) was gone. He then checked the drawer she had claimed ("I spend the night here like 3 times a week dude, just let me leave some fresh clothes!") it was empty. He dashed around the house to find all her stashes of stuff gone. Vanished. And with the stuff, it seemed, she had taken a piece of his unbeating, undying heart. He rushed straight to the tree where Cake shoved a note in his face and proceeded to tell him what an ass he was.

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever, cat" he'd rolled his eyes and left. He supposed he was worried that she was gone for good. That's what he would do when he got too angry. He should have known better, it's Fionna for globs sake. He hadn't even noticed that his hair was wonky til one day when the cat couldn't not laugh and he finally had to look in a mirror. He was a hot mess, especially his hair which had wild blonde streaks running through it. If war hadn't been declared already, it was definitely on now.

And now he was in a hospital, watching over an injured Fionna, and he was so angry. Couldn't those two just leave for a minute? But he knew that if she woke up and they were fighting Fi would be even more angry than she was when she left. They had come to an unspoken agreement to just stop. It didn't mean he had to like it, but he wasn't going to cause her anymore trouble. At least not yet anyway. Once she was better, she had better watch out.

The next time Fi came to she was more coherent. The guys had fallen asleep, well besides Marshall Lee. He had been hoping for a few moments alone with the younger girl.

"Hey girly." He said coolly, not making eye contact but floating closer to the bed.

"Hey yourself." She croaked tiredly.

"How are you feeling?" She stretched her stiff muscles and winced a little when she tried to stretch her left leg.

"I'm good" she said trying to play off the wince.

"You really did a number on yourself this time."

"Whatever, at least I don't look like a zebra," she sulked.

He smiled at her and opened his mouth to reply just as Bonnibeaux began to stir. The pink prince opened his eyes and groaned softly. Sleeping in a chair isn't very comfortable. He rubbed his eyes and took in his surroundings, eyes finally focusing on the blonde adventurer sitting up in her hospital bed. A relieved, sleepy smile crossed his face. She returned the smile and raised her hand in greeting. He relocated his chair to beside her bed.

"I'm glad you're awake, Fionna" he took her hand in his again.

"I'm glad I am too," she said quietly. She turned back to where Marshall Lee had been floating just seconds ago, but he was gone now. Whether he was invisible or just gone she didn't know. There was a few minutes of tension filled silence. It hadn't been so awkward with Marshall, she noted somewhere in the back of her head.

"I'm sorry, Fionna." He said with a sigh and rubbed his thumb over her knuckles. "I should have never interfered in your relationship." She pulled her hand from his and crossed her arms.

"No you shouldn't have." She said crossly, "you are my friend not my dad" he sighed again, looking as if she'd just placed the weight of the world on his shoulders. "But I forgive you." The prince smiled at her, a cautious but happy curl of the lips.

"I asked Marshall Lee to retrieve your weapons." He said conversationally.

"That's good. The red one is my favorite and the runic blade was brand new so I didn't want to lose it." The prince nodded and fidgeted a little. It was weird, PG never fidgeted. Fionna recalled his exact words "it was unbecoming for royalty to fidget" he had said.

"Just spit it out dude." He looked up in surprise not expecting Fionna to notice his apprehension.

"W-why, whatever are you talking about, my dear?" He inwardly cringed and cursed his clumsy tongue.

"That. You never fidget and you stutter even less." She leveled a serious gaze at him. "What do you want to say?"

"Well, I was wondering... I mean it would ease my mind ever so much if... if you would stay at the castle while you were convalescing"

"Gumball..."

"You would be closer to medical help if you needed it, and there are plenty of rooms. You could have your own suite even, plus the castle staff would be at your beck and call." He reasoned quickly. "And it would really put my mind at ease, I'm certain if the others were awake or around they'd agree."

Marshall Lee silently scoffed from his lounging position beside the bed. It would very much not set his mind at ease if Fi were to stay at the castle, but her being close to medical help if and when she needed it would be good. He had gone invisible as soon as the other boy began to stir. He really didn't want to chat with the prissy pink prince if he didn't have too, and he could watch over Fi just as well invisible as visible. He watched as Fionna mulled the princes words over and then reluctantly accepted, and as angry as Marshall was about PG's obviously more-than-PG intentions, it would give him time to exact his prank revenge if the girl was out of the treehouse.

"But," the girl amended "Marsh and FP have to be able to visit whenever they want." To his credit, the princes wilting was barely noticeable, but he took his victory and was grateful for it.