Marinette's alarm clock blared loudly and Marinette felt around outside her covers, smacking the thing into silence. She sat up, then lay back down. She was hot and cold all over, the room spun slightly. "Tikki?" her faithful Kwami, flew down from her hammock, onto Marinette's chest. "Oh, you don't look good, Marinette." "Yeah, I feel bad," she croaked, suddenly coughing. "Well, that does it for you. No school today and plenty of rest." Marinette smiled as lay back down. "Should I call you Nurse Tikki?"
Marinette tapped out a message to her mother and Adrien, and soon Mama Cheng was up with a bowl of oatmeal and orange juice. "Make sure to take lots of C, and plenty of water." "Okay, Mama."
The hot oatmeal did taste hot and good on her sore throat, and the juice was cold and refreshing. After a quick shower, Marinette climbed back into bed and promptly fell asleep. Marinette slept till almost noon, sitting up and seeing her lunch was down on her desk.
Being sick is the worst, she thought to herself. I don't like being sick and I miss Adrien. She read some of her fashion magazines she had to catch up on, but her eyes kept getting heavy. Maybe I'll just close my eyes for five minutes…..Marinette was asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.
Knock, knock. Marinette groaned, looking up at her skylight, but then smiled. Cat. Cat was here, knocking at her window. She unlatched the hatch, and her best friend bounced onto her bed. "Hey, Kitty….achoo!" "Bless you, love! Sounds like you've got quite a cold." Marinette blew her nose and nodded, noting the small pile of tissues.
"Fear not, Cat is here. Would you like some tea?" Marinette nodded. "Then a cuddle?" Cat smiled and nodded. The lonesomeness Marinette had felt earlier was gone, thanks to her friend's arrival. Cat came back a few minutes later. "Be careful, its hot." Marinette let cool. "It will give us time for a hug," she said, and Cat wrapped his arms around her. Marinette closed her eyes, listening to the beat of his heart. It was very soothing. "I'm going to lie down. Hold my hand?" Cat nodded, and they interlaced their fingers. Soon, Marinette was breathing deeply, in the depths of sleep.
Cat carefully removed his hand, wanting to stretch. He went down to her desk, noticing paper and markers scattered everywhere and he smiled. Marinette must have had one of her brainstorms last night.
Cat picked up a crayon, and begin to work on his own picture. The afternoon pasted slowly, with the rain pattering gently on the roof above them. It was all very peaceful.
"Cat?" Marinette called, two hours later, and Cat with his completed picture climbed the ladder. "Ah, Sleeping Beauty is awake!" Marinette grinned and blushed. "She pricked her finger and slept for a hundred years. I'm just sick." "Yes, But you were sleeping and you are beauty, therefore Sleeping Beauty." "What's that?" "For you," Cat said, handing it to her.
It was a drawing of Marinette with a thermometer her mouth, and Cat taking care of her. Encircled around the pair was a large pink heart. "When you care about someone, taking care of them shows love." "Thank you, Cat." "Now, go back to sleep and I'll be right now. In fact," Cat yawned, settling against the wall, "I just may take a snooze myself."