"Hil, are you there?" Tyson asked, knocking on the door for a third time. He was waiting for Hilary to wake up so they could go to the amusement park today. The day before, Hilary promised that they would go together. Tyson, being Tyson, accepted excitedly. However, he had forgotten the significance of what day it was.

He pressed his ear closely to the door, trying to hear inside. The sound of a person shuffling around on a bed was all he heard, but the door still didn't open.

Starting to grow impatient, he used the key she gave for emergencies and slowly opened the door. The occupant of the bed immediately pulled the cover over her face, shielding her eyes from the light. He closed the door, and walked over to a window, opening it slightly so he could see. A large bed sat in the middle of the room, with a drawer next to it, a lamp on top. A stool stood on the other side. He saw Hilary's clothes folded neatly on the drawer, so he assumed she was in her pyjamas.

Hilary was lying in the bed, but he still couldn't see her face. He walked over to her, and slowly pulled the blanket down. Her face was red, and her eyes were closed. She was panting slightly, and her hair was tangled up in a big mess.

Tyson pressed his hand to her forehead, and gasped. She was really burning up! Slowly, her eyes opened and looked up at him.

"Tyson?" She whispered hoarsely.

"Hilary, are you okay?" Tyson asked worryingly, removing his hand from her forehead.

"Tyson…I don't feel good." Hilary moaned quietly.

"Yeah, you're burning up," he sighed worriedly. "Did you take cold shower again?"

"No…Tyson…"

"Okay…Just hold on, I'll be right back." Tyson promised, before leaving the room. He returned quickly, with a wet cloth. He placed it carefully over her head. She smiled gratefully.

"Thanks, Tyson." She whispered.

"No problem. Are you hungry?" Tyson asked.

"Well…a little…" She replied.

"Okay, just wait for a few minutes." Tyson walked towards the door, making sure Hilary was okay before closing it. He walked downstairs to the kitchen, with an intention to make her some soup. After spending a good thirty minutes, Tyson was carefully carrying the bowl of soup upstairs. The smell made him want to eat it himself, but he knew that Hilary needed it more. Balancing it with one hand, he opened the door to the room. The lamp on the drawer had been turned on. He closed the door, which made Hilary sit up slowly.

"Tyson?" She rubbed her head.

"Yeah, Hilary. I got you some soup." He told her. He walked next to the bed, and sat on the stool. Hilary reached over to grab it, but Tyson pulled it away.

"If you're sick, I can feed it to you, Hilary." Tyson offered.

"I'm not a baby, Tyson. I can feed myself." Hilary growled gruffly.

"Well, you might spill it on yourself, and then you'd get burned. I don't want you being sick and burnt." Tyson reasoned.

"I won't spill it." Hilary promised.

"I just want to be safe." Tyson told her.

"Well-" She never finished her sentence, as her hand instinctively shot to her head, a large surge of pain flowing through.

"Hilary, are you okay?" Tyson asked, worry filling his voice.

"My head just hurts a little." She whimpered. Tyson could tell she was lying by the way her hand stayed on her forehead and the way her teeth grinded together. It was clear that Hilary wasn't going to accept help from him. Unless…

Hilary shook her head slightly. The pain had worn off, but only a little. She opened her eyes to meet a surprise. Tyson stood at the foot of the bed, with his left arm behind his back, balancing the bowl so she couldn't see. His right arm was across his chest in a semi-fancy way, and he was bowing a little.

"Hope this works…" Tyson thought to himself, recalling the advice Max had given him.

"I, Tyson, agree to be your…servant, for today." He quipped, the word "servant" making him cringe.

Hilary looked at him like he had just declared he was an alien from another world. Tyson, agreeing to do whatever she wanted for a whole day? She eyed him suspiciously. There's no way he'd do something like that…right?

"For a whole day, right?" Hilary asked him.

"Yes." Tyson replied, mentally swearing to himself.

She smiled. If he was being sincere, then she should take advantage of it. "Alright. Now feed me, servant." She teased, with a hint of playfulness.

"Alright." Tyson stood straight up.

"Alright what?" Hilary teased.

"Alright…Hilary." Tyson added, starting to get annoyed. "You better be right about this, buddy."

He sat next to her on the stool, and got a spoonful of soup. He gently blew on it, before sending it into Hilary's mouth. This process continued until she finished all of the soup. She then lay back down on her back, and she tried to think of what Tyson could do for her.

"Well, he said he would do whatever I wanted for a day. Maybe…" It was fortunate that she was red from being sick, or Tyson would've seen the blush on her face. However, she immediately thought of something else for him to do, and grinned.

"Tyson, I want you to massage my feet." She demanded.

"Fine, Hilary." Tyson replied, using all of his control to NOT seem freaked out. But then, it was just Hilary. He just wouldn't think about it too much. Kneeling at the foot of the bed, he slowly grabbed her right foot and began to slowly rub it. Hilary had to fight to not smile. It felt REALLY good, but she didn't want to give him that satisfaction yet. However, after a few minutes, she couldn't hold it in any longer, and let out a relaxed sigh.

"Well, I see you're enjoying yourself." Tyson poked, a small hint of sarcasm in his voice.

"You're not bad at this, you know." Hilary praised.

"Thanks." He replied. "Well, at least it's a compliment."

After a few minutes, he finished, and Hilary began to feel sleepy. She checked the clock, and was shocked.

"6:00?" She cried incredulously.

"Well, you were asleep for most of the day." Tyson informed her. "I mean, we didn't even get to go to the amusement park."

"Oh, yeah. Sorry, Tyson." She smiled meekly.

"Don't worry about it. We can go tomorrow." Tyson assured.

"Okay." She nodded, before her eyes began to droop. "I'm kinda sleepy…"

"Maybe you should go to sleep. You could use it." Tyson stated, standing up and walking next to her.

"Um…Tyson?" Hilary asked, glad that her face could hide her immense blush.

"Yeah?" Tyson replied.

"Could you stay with me? At least until I fall asleep?" She asked.

"Sure." He replied, taking a seat on the stool.

Hilary smiled. "Thanks." She whispered, before closing her eyes.

Tyson smiled as he watched her sleep. There was something about her that was unique. That was probably why he had a crush on her, though he wouldn't tell her that. He didn't know how she would react, nor did he know that she felt the same way. The thought never once crossed his mind.

When he felt she was asleep, he stood up, but kept his gaze on her face.

"Good night, Hilary." He whispered, bending down and giving her a light kiss on the forehead. With that, he turned around and headed for the door, closing it lightly.

The next morning…

Hilary slowly opened her eyes. She blinked a few times to adjust to the light, and sat up. A stool sat next to the bed she way lying in, and a small bowl with a spoon was on the stool. She rubbed her eyes, remembering the night before. She had been really sick, and Tyson…her face flushed slightly as she remembered. Tyson had taken care of her. She looked at the clock. 11:34. The amusement park would open in about a half hour. Maybe now she and Tyson could go.

Getting up from the bed, she stretched, and walked out the door. She walked towards the living room a to see Tyson lying on the couch, wrapped in a blanket and staring at the ceiling. He quickly took notice of her, and smiled lightly.

"Hilary?" He asked hoarsely.

"Yeah, Tyson?" Hilary replied.

"I don't feel so good."