Cherry shivered in her sleep. "No... No... Leave me alone..." she tossed and turned as she whimpered slightly. "Go away..."
"Cherry?" Mrs. Potts voice asked.
"No... No..." Cherry moaned in her sleep.
"Cherry, dearest, wake up." Mrs. Potts said.
Cherry eventually woke up, her eyes looked red and puffy again and looked down. "Huh...?" she put her glasses on and saw the kindly teapot. "Oh, Mrs. Potts..."
"You were having a nightmare, luv." Mrs. Potts said.
"Oh, yeah..." Cherry replied and flopped her head against her pillow.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Mrs. Potts offered in hopes that might make the girl feel better.
Cherry sighed. "It was Forte..." she admitted. "Something tells me that he didn't die after Atticus threw his keyboard."
"Well, Atticus did say that Maestro Forte was just knocked out cold." Mrs. Potts said.
"Wh-What if he wakes up and tries to hurt me?" Cherry shivered as she gripped her blanket and sweated nervously.
"Oh, Cherry, you have nothing to worry about," Mrs. Potts soothed. "Besides, Maestro Forte wasn't always like that... I believe the curse just corrupted his heart... We should tell the others."
"No!" Cherry yelped. "We can't let anyone know I have nightmares about Forte, they'll think I'm not as dark as I appear to be!"
"Cherry, if we don't tell them soon, they'll start worrying about you." Mrs. Potts said.
"They don't have to worry about me," Cherry replied. "Besides, I need to grow up! Who has nightmares about pipe organs anyway?!"
"Someone that is scared he might come back for revenge." Mrs. Potts said.
"I'm fine, these nightmares will stop soon..." Cherry told herself.
"I hope so, dear." Mrs. Potts said.
Cherry sniffled.
"Oh, my, you have a nasty cold," Mrs. Potts frowned. "Do you drink tea when you're ill?"
"My mother usually made me warm tea with honey if I felt crummy." Cherry replied, stuffed up.
"I'll make you some tea with honey then." Mrs. Potts said.
"Thank you, Mrs. Potts..." Cherry replied as she sounded sick now.
Mrs. Potts began to make her way to the kitchen. Cherry coughed and tucked herself back into bed as she sighed softly before going back to sleep.
Meanwhile, Atticus was in his room doing his daily exercises and where he had a feeling that he should check on his best friend. Patch was looking rather glum.
"What's wrong, boy?" Atticus asked.
"Colette doesn't exist yet..." Patch muttered out.
"I'm sorry, boy, I wish I could do something that could bring her here." Atticus said.
"Same.." Patch whimpered.
"I'm gonna go check on Cherry, do you wanna come with?" Atticus offered.
"I dunno..." Patch sounded absolutely miserable.
"Maybe some rest will help you." Atticus said.
"Yeah, sorry, Atticus, but I'm not in the best mood right now." Patch said.
"Get some rest, I'll check in with you later." Atticus pet his puppy gently on the head.
"Thanks, Patch." Atticus smiled.
Atticus smiled back and went to check on his best friend since early childhood. He began to make his way to Cherry's bedroom.
Cherry shivered and whimpered in her sleep. "No... Get away from me... PLEASE!"
Once Atticus heard Cherry's scream, he rushed inside her room. Atticus tried to shake Cherry awake.
"Let go of me!" Cherry cried in her sleep. "Let go!"
"Cherry! Wake up! It's just a nightmare, wake up!" Atticus told her while shaking her.
Cherry eventually woke up and looked a lot worse than she did earlier that night.
"Man, you look a wreck..." Atticus flinched.
"Uh... Must've been talking in my sleep..." Cherry replied.
"Cherry, what's wrong?" Atticus asked.
"Nothing, I'm sick..." Cherry went back in her bed and coughed nastily.
"Then I better go make sure Mrs. Potts gets you a nice cup of tea." Atticus said.
"She's already bringing me some..." Cherry shivered, even though she was under two blankets.
Atticus felt her forehead. "Man, you don't look so good...'
Cherry sniffled and coughed.
Soon enough, Mrs. Potts came in with Cherry's treatment. Atticus stepped by to let the teapot inside the room.
"Wake up, luv, time for tea." Mrs. Potts smiled.
Cherry coughed and sat up, accepting the teacup and started to drink it.
"I'll leave you so you can get better." Atticus said to Cherry.
Cherry nodded and blew her nose noisily. Atticus winced and shuddered as he then left the room.
"I hope you get better than Belle, she's not left her room since her meal with the Master." Mrs. Potts comforted the perky goth the best that she could.
"I guess she must be steamed." Cherry sniffled.
"You could say that, dear..." Mrs. Potts soothed. "She sends her best wishes on your health though."
"Thank you." Cherry sniffled again before sipping more tea.
Atticus was about to go back to his room but he then had a feeling of going to two different rooms one was Mo's room and the other was either Belle's room or the Beast's room. He then sighed. "Ugh... Where to go...?" he then decided to do a quick check on the Beast. "You up?" he asked as he knocked on the door.
"Atticus?" the Beast asked from the other side of the door.
"Yeah, it's me." Atticus said.
"Please come in." The Beast answered.
Atticus walked in with a nervous smile. "Bad date night, huh?"
"She was being impossible..." the Beast growled, referring to Belle of course.
"Well, to be fair, you were kind of being rude and you did look like it was hot in the room even after I blew out the flames on Chandeliera." Atticus said.
"I was being rude?" the Beast slightly growled.
"Well, yeah." Atticus said.
"She was being rude to ME!" the Beast roared in his face. "SHE SHOULD APOLOGIZE TO ME!"
"But she didn't do anything wrong," Atticus said before being pulled by force into the Beast's room. "This is going to be a long visit..." he said to himself.
The Beast soon closed his door and where he forced Atticus into one of his chairs to continue their talk.
"It's kinda your fault, sir..." Atticus said nervously. "I mean, Belle was just trying to be considerate..."
The Beast began to try to think of a good comeback to that.
"Yeah, it is..." Atticus replied. "Do you want me to talk with her for you?"
The Beast looked to him, actually possibly considering that.
Meanwhile, Belle was pacing around in her room. She then heard a knocking at her door. The girl grew excited and rushed to he door and opened it, expecting to see the Beast, but looked to see it was actually Atticus.
"Um, Belle, you should apologize to the Beast..." Atticus suggested.'
"You want me to apologize?" Belle walked over to her bed and sat down on it. "To him? ... I suppose I do owe him an apology, for calling him rude, I mean."
"He's, um, waiting to hear your reply." Atticus said.
"I'll do it," Belle replied. "Right after he apologizes to me first."
"I was afraid you were going to say that." Atticus sighed.
Belle shrugged innocently and modestly. Atticus groaned as he then left the room.
'Tough day, Atticus?" Madame Armoire, the wardrobe, asked him.
"You have no idea." Atticus groaned before going back to the Beast's room to give him Belle's answer.
Lumiere and Cogsworth watched him go.
When Atticus gave the Beast the response, well, he wasn't very happy.
"Okay, sir, now relax a second, Belle has considered to say sorry to you, but..." Atticus rubbed his arm.'
"But?" The Beast asked as he sat in his chair.
"You have to apologize first." Atticus smiled nervously.
The Beast then threw him out in very much anger. "I WILL NEVER APOLOGIZE!" he roared to the boy.
"This just never is easy." Atticus sighed.