Chapter 4: Complications

—Timmy's POV—

Timmy swallowed the spoonful of medicine. He wanted to fuss about the taste, but he felt far too exhausted to waste the energy to do so. He was using a bunch of pillows to prop himself up, and he wanted nothing more than to sink back into slumber. If he hadn't needed to take his medicine, perhaps he would have asked to sleep much longer. However, Wanda had said that he shouldn't take the doses too close together, insisting he eat breakfast.

Seeing how weak he was, she had brought him breakfast in bed. She had poofed up his favorite, a ham and cheese omelet. She had made it exactly how he liked it, but his body was out of whack and he hadn't been able to finish it.

"You poor thing…." She placed a hand on his forehead, to check for fever, and frowned, poofing up some more blankets for him. "You feel like ice, sweetie. Do you want something hot to drink?"

"No. Sorry, I feel like I wasted the breakfast you made me."

"Oh, not at all. You ate what you could manage. Do you want more blankets? A hot water bottle?" She fussed over him, rubbing his chilly hands between hers to warm them.

"A hot water bottle would be nice." He admitted; he was freezing, like he had just got caught in some icy downpour that had chilled him right down to the bones.

No sooner than he had asked, did she poof one up for him. It was the perfect temperature, not too hot to be uncomfortable, but warm enough to warm his body. He hugged it under the blankets, feeling more tempted than ever to go back to bed. Just curl up with the source of warmth and snuggle into his blankets…he was so tired and so cold…

Wanda soothingly stroked his bangs. It was the worry in her eyes that made him stay awake. He felt that if he were to surrender to sleep now, that he'd be abandoning her to her fears. He did not want to worry her anymore than he already had.

"Is that better, sweetie? Do you feel warm now?"

"Hm-mm." He nodded.

"I'm going to call Jorgen to ask his advice. You just relax. I'm sure it's nothing for us to worry about."

"Y-your calling, Jorgen?" Cosmo stuttered, coming into the room. His sudden appearance startled them. That he had not poofed into the room implied that he must've been standing by the door listening to them. It would not have been the first time his godfather had been caught eavesdropping on them. Cosmo really hated it whenever he and Wanda would have their private talks. He must have felt left out, and he really did not want to make his godfather feel that way. But…Cosmo wouldn't understand or be able to help with many of the things he spoke to Wanda about.

"Cosmo, were you listening in on us again?" Wanda did not hide her frustration, furrowing her brows.

"Uh well…I…sorry. I just did not know a good time to come in…."

"Either knock or come back later, then. I told you, I hate eavesdropping. It leads to misunderstandings and trouble."

"L-like the time I eavesdropped on my parents when they were talking about a big surprise, right?" He tried to switch gears. He did not want them to fight. Not that he did not understand where she was coming from, though. The stuff they talked about together was often things they did not want other people to hear.

She forced a smile, realising what he was trying to do, and played along, affectionately messing his bangs. "You made so many wishes that backfired terribly trying to figure out what it was, only to find out that 'The big surprise' was just the title of a movie."

He laughed a laugh that was just as forced as Wanda's smile as he stole a glance at his godfather.

He had parted ways awkwardly with Cosmo last night, and his already upset stomach flip-flopped nervously as he wondered if he was still mad at him?

"Well, I'm going to call on Jorgen now. Cosmo, can you watch Timmy? I do hope you mood has improved from last night." Wanda shot Cosmo a half-glare; still upset with him for having yelled at him last night. Her mood not helped at all by his eavesdropping just now.

"W-we don't need to call Jorgen here. Timmy looks fine, you feel fine, don't you Timmy?" Cosmo looked at him with gritted teeth as he tried to smile.

"Um, I…." He was taken aback by the insistence that he looked fine. He hadn't looked in the mirror, but if he looked even a quarter as bad as he felt, he'd be looking the furthest thing from 'fine.'

"Cosmo! Just look at how pale and weak he is! Not to mention how cold he is. Jorgen said to call on him if there are any complications, no matter how small." She crossed her arms, looking disappointed. "Don't tell me you'd let your godson get sick because you're scared to get yelled at more."

Timmy felt really sad as he watched them. He did not want them fighting, especially over him, and he also was depressed at the idea that Cosmo was so angry with him that he did not care that he wasn't feeling well.

"N-no of course not! I don't want Timmy sick, but…I think we can make him better on our own without needing to call on Jorgen over every little hiccup. For instance, Timmy gets sicker whenever he takes that yucky medicine! So let's just not give it to him anymore!" Cosmo looked anxiously at the bottle of medicine Wanda still had on the night table.

"That will just make it worst! I will not have him suffer from magic backing up in his poor, frail, non magical body." Wanda scoffed, part way, cooing at the end of her sentence as she patted his blankets affectionately. Timmy had noticed that recently she sometimes would speak about his humanity as though it were an illness; a tragic, incurable malady. Strangely, it made him happy when she spoke like that.

Fairies were immortal. If she spoke regretfully about his humanity, then it must be because she was sad that as a human, he wasn't immortal as well. Last night she had joked about stealing him away, but he hadn't been entirely joking when he said that he would like it if she could.

He peeked at Cosmo, shyly wondering what his feelings would be about that. Lately his godfather had been really distant towards him. He knew he had changed from the person he was two years ago; and they did not have as much in common but, he still wanted to be friends with his godfather...

"Um…how are you, Cosmo?" He ventured, maybe a little timidly. "You look tired. Did you have a hard time sleeping?"

Cosmo met his eyes and bit down on his lip, casting a glance down at the floor.

"Yeah, I guess I did. I'm sorry Timmy, I felt really bad about yelling at you." He mumbled so low that he was almost inaudible.

"It's ok…. you were just stressed out, right?"

"Yeah. Stress." Cosmo's shoulders slumped a little further. "How are you feeling, Timmy? Is your chest still hurting you?"

"It still aches there, but it's gotten a lot duller." Timmy felt some of the anxiety he was feeling clear up now that Cosmo was speaking kindly to him. Maybe he was not mad anymore?

"I see..." His godfather came over and touched his chest. He wondered if he was trying to feel for the heartbeat. "Your heart feels sad. Are you sad Timmy?"

"Of course he's sad," Wanda scolded. "He was really upset by how angry you got at him for no reason. The poor thing was fretting over it until he went to sleep last night."

"He's already apologized, it's ok. It was a stressful day for all of us... let's just forget it ever happened."

He did not want them to fight. He hated it when his godparents fought and they've been fighting a lot lately. Mostly, it was about him. The arguments were always about different things, but it really just boiled down to a simple matter.

They couldn't agree on how he ought to be cared for. Cosmo felt Wanda was being too indulgent, while Wanda felt Cosmo was being too negligent.

Maybe Cosmo had a point — he had gotten very attached to Wanda lately, but she just knew exactly how to make him feel loved and special.

However, lately he couldn't help but think she'd, and Cosmo, would be better off without him. If he wasn't around anymore, they wouldn't fight so much…

"No!" Cosmo suddenly blurted out, then put a hand to his mouth as Wanda stared at him, agape.

"No?" She retorted irritably. "Timmy is trying to extend the olive branch and you're saying no?"

"W-Wanda, it's ok..." He swallowed hard, glancing sadly over at Cosmo, feeling his eyes burn. "I must have really hurt his feelings last night. He doesn't need to forgive me if he doesn't want to."

"N-no, no, that's not what I…" Cosmo tugged at his shirt collar awkwardly. "I meant…no, that we shouldn't just forget it happened. You got hurt because of me, and then I went and hurt your feelings, too. I can't just pretend that I wasn't mean to you. I'm sorry Timmy."

"It's ok, I forgive you, do you forgive me?" He tried to discreetly wipe his eyes, feeling immense relief.

"You did nothing bad, Timmy. I was the bad one. It's because of me you've been feeling sad all night. You're all weak 'cause you've been draining your heart with all those sad thoughts..."

"I think you meant he spent the night heavy hearted." Wanda corrected with a smile, approving and relieved that Cosmo chose to truly apologize. "Your making it sound like he has a battery in his chest."

"Well... a human's heart is just a battery, right? Something that makes the body move around, take it out and their a broken toy." Cosmo poofed up a Timmy doll. He pulled the cord and made it say 'I did not do it,' and then opened up the chest, took out the battery and then pulled the cord again only for nothing to happen. He put the battery back in and pulled the cord. 'I'm fat free and boylicious.' "Of course, if you keep tugging the cord, you'll drain the battery! Stop using your battery up by being sad and worried, Timmy!"

"Well, you're the one that made him that way, being all snappy! I hope you won't take your anger out on Timmy next time you're feeling frustrated with yourself." Wanda chided, and then eyed him worriedly. "Unfortunately, repairing a heart isn't as easy as putting a new battery into a doll. Fairies don't have physical hearts, but it's to you what our magic is for us. We can't survive without it. It's the most important part."

She gave him a squeeze, tapping his chest with her hand. "Did you know, Timmy, that humans have two souls?"

"Really?"

She rested her hand over his heart. "One lives inside your brain, while the latter lives right in here."

He laughed as she gave his chest an affectionate tickle. "Really? So my souls live in my head and heart?"

"They sure do, sweetie, and that's why magic can't repair those organs if they get too badly hurt. You should always be careful of your head and chest, and when Vicky is around, wear a bulletproof vest and helmet."

He giggled a little. "Yeah, I'll wish those up next time she babysits."

"…A bullet-proof vest…" Cosmo sighed miserably. "If only I had poofed one onto you…"

"I think the helmet would have been better at stopping my neck from being broken." He forced a laugh. It still creeped him out at how close he had come to dying.

Cosmo gave him an odd look, then smiled in a way that was so forced he looked like he was made of cardboard. "Riiiiight. You did not get any chest wounds, it was just a neck wound, haha…"

"Um…" Now he was feeling even more creeped out. Just what exactly was erased from his memory?

"Nevermind that, sweetie. There were just a few sharp objects at the bottom of those stairs. Nothing to concern yourself over." Wanda spoke quickly in the way she did whenever she wanted to change the subject. He couldn't help but rub his chest uncomfortably. Was there a reason it felt so odd? Something so scary that neither godparent wanted to tell him about it?

"Timmy, there's no reason to think about scary things. It'll just make you more tired." Cosmo's cardboard smile was ironically the definition of the word 'scary.'

"Now relax and tell me everything you're feeling in your own voice." Wanda gently turned his face towards her to get his attention. "I'm going to take the report to Jorgen, alright? Be as accurate and give as many details as possible. We need to catch any complications and nick them in the bud." She had poofed up a typewriter now, her hands posed over the keys. "Cosmo, can you go check on Poof while I type this up?"

"W-would it be ok if I listened...? I'm really worried about Timmy. It's all my fault!" Cosmo fretted, nervously fiddling around with the Timmy-doll he was still holding.

Perhaps he was too nervous because he ended up ripping it in half. When he did, his godfather went pale, staring at the mess in his hands. He began shaking from head to toe, turning as green in the face as his hair.

"Cosmo, are you ok?" Wanda asked, concerned. He tried to respond, but gagged. Timmy watched, shocked, as his godfather grabbed the sick-bag Wanda had kept by his bedside (in case he got queasy during the night) and flew to a corner of the room.

"Uh... Cosmo?" He called his godfather's name worriedly as the green fairy hurled. He was throwing up more than he did when he was pregnant with Poof. Fortunately, the sick-bag Wanda had poofed him up was both bottomless and self-cleaning.

"Sport, I think the accident was as hard on Cosmo emotionally as it was on you physically." Wanda looked at her husband pityingly. "Perhaps I was a little too hard on him this morning. He's going through a lot."

"I guess it's because my memory was altered, but the fall had not hurt me all that much." Timmy frowned. "It was the seizure that hurt way worst. It felt as if someone had lit an emergency flare in my body... not that I know what that would feel like, but it sounds like a good analogy." He rubbed his chest. "And it still feels like I have a flare stuck in there, still slowly waiting to burn out... but sometimes it flares up again and gets really, really painful."

Wanda typed down everything he said, word for word, to take back to Jorden. "And how about your limbs? Are they—"

The baby monitor Wanda kept in her pocket went off with Poof's cries. His god brother had woken up and wasn't used to having no one around. His godmother looked over at Cosmo. He was in no condition to check on the baby.

"It's alright Wanda. Go check on Poof." Timmy reassured. "I can write the message to Jorgen. I Just write everything I'm feeling, right?"

"Leave nothing out, ok? I'll be right back." She put the typewriter onto his lap and poofed away. Timmy eyed the ancient machine, wishing she would have poofed up a laptop instead, but, oh well.

He went about the task of writing how he was feeling, starting with his exhaustion, when a hand on his shoulder interrupted his efforts. He glanced over at Cosmo, who had pulled himself together and was now peering over his shoulder at what he was writing.

"Cosmo, are you feeling better? You…uh, really don't need to blame yourself so much. I wouldn't have known what to do in that situation if I were in your place. I mean, I've had all night to think about it and I still can't think of a solution that could have prevented the accident."

Wanda had said Jorgen had named a bunch of things, and that had probably made Cosmo feel stupid and guilty. Maybe if he pretended that he also had no clue on what could have been done to prevent his fall, then maybe Cosmo wouldn't feel as dumb and that would help ease his guilt.

"…. There wouldn't have even been an accident had I not been so stupid."

"Don't say that, Cosmo, you're not—"

"…."

"… Accidents can happen to anyone."

"Smooooth…." His godfather intoned sarcastically, but then smiled in his usual way, and that made him feel loads better. "But neither of us are smart, are we Timmy? So you'd understand that even if my stupidity caused you to get hurt, that it wasn't because I meant for it to happen, right? I would never want you to get hurt, Timmy."

"I know that, Cosmo." He gave his godfather a hug, feeling that words alone might not convey his feelings. His godfather went stiff, not expecting the physical contact, but he did not pull away either. "It's all ok now. I'm going to be fine, please cheer up. I hate seeing you so sad."

Cosmo loosely returned the hug, giving him a consoling pat on the back as he did. "Timmy…I…I'll do better…. I'll work harder at being a better godfather…."

"Your already a great godfather, Cosmo." He reassured him as they ended the hug. "I better get back to work now…I need to write the report..." His eyes felt heavy. "I gotta make sure I leave nothing out..." A wave of dizziness hit him, and he held his head, shivering as he felt even colder than before.

"Oh no,...T-Timmy...don't tell me…. did you... already... take more of that medicine?" Cosmo gripped his arm, only now spotting the still half full glass of milk he had had with his breakfast. Wanda had kept it at his bedside, in case he got thirsty.

"Yeah... Wanda gave it to me with my breakfast just a little while ago." He yawned. It was getting harder to keep his eyes open. He attempted to write more, but he only got half a sentence wrote before he was hit with a sudden wave of extreme tiredness. His strength failed him and he fell back against the pillows. Cosmo hit the side of his head in an anxious gesture and began patting his cheeks to rouse him.

"Timmy! Wake up, please?"

He wasn't unconscious, but he had no energy, and it felt so tempting to keep his eyes closed. It took a great deal of willpower to pry his eyelids open. Cosmo was staring down at him anxiously.

"Timmy!? Hey...please, don't...don't get sick...please? You'll be alright, we just... need to give you a bit of an energy boost. H-here, drink this!"

"Hmm..." He mumbled a complaint. He felt queasy and did not really want to drink the... strawberry milk? His white milk had turned a sparkly pink color. Cosmo had apparently added some sugary syrup to the milk he had on his bedside table, probably hoping to give him some sugar energy.

He did not want it, but he knew his godfather was trying and he did not want to refuse him so soon after they had quarrelled. So he downed the milk, coughing a little.

"Wow, even for a kid like me, that was sweet!" It had not been strawberry flavored, more like a mix of cotton candy and marshmallow.

"Yeah, but you've gotten some energy back, right?" Cosmo sounded hopeful, his pleading eyes seemed to beg for him to confirm his statement.

"I think so..." He responded, honestly. "I can keep my eyes open at least..."

"Ah, that's good Timmy. That's really good."

"I'm back!" Wanda poofed back in with Poof and peered over his shoulder to see the report he wrote, but frowned in dismay when she saw that hardly any had been done; it was like when he was ten and slacking off in school work, he felt guilty. "Timmy, this is important..."

Her disappointment, as slight as it was, wounded him, and he opened his mouth to apologize.

"He was in the middle of writing it, but he suddenly got really faint and nearly passed out, Wanda." Cosmo responded, cutting him off, sounding concerned. She took notice of the empty milk glass he still held in his hand and then looked at his face anxiously.

"Goodness, Timmy, you should have told me you felt that bad! Please don't push yourself, sweetie."

"It came on suddenly, one moment I was wake enough to write, and then the next I felt like I got blasted by the sandman. It was just like last night when I was watching the movie." He rubbed his temples.

"I think we'll need to add sudden fatigue to that report. You just lay down sweetie, close your eyes and tell me how you're feeling; I'll write everything down." Wanda fussed over him, and Poof came over to sit beside him, patting his head with his small hand.

"Poof, Poof..."

He smiled at his god brother's attempts to make him feel better. He was really so sweet.

"Thanks Poof, don't worry, I'll be better in no time." He reassured and told Wanda his symptoms. Closing his eyes, however, had been a mistake because he could feel himself drifting off into sleep before he could say all he needed to say.

When next his consciousness returned, he could hear Jorgen's voice. He decided he'd remain laying there with his eyes closed for a while. It was not because he wanted to eavesdrop, Wanda hated eavesdroppers. It was just that he was so exhausted that all he wanted was to rest. If he opened his eyes, Jorgen would probably start asking him questions.

"-told me you might have gone over one minute."

"Uh... yeah, I was panicked, so I did not keep track of time. I acted right away, of course! But...Timmy's wounds healed really slow...like frozen molasses slow."

"A slow response to revival magic is a bad sign. It means he lacks compatibility." Jorgen mused. Revival magic? That was just what it was called, right? He hadn't... died…. had he...? No way. That wasn't possible. They would have told him…. right?

"Oh! Timmy's waking up!" Cosmo announced. Timmy opened his eyes, trying to make it seem like he hadn't been listening. How had Cosmo noticed? Had he pulled a weird face? If he had been about to give away his 'fake sleep' with bad acting, it went unnoticed, because the moment he opened his eyes, everyone simultaneously let out a gasp.

Wanda's hands flew to her mouth in alarm, and Jorgen started. He tried to push himself up into a sitting position, but he had no strength in his arms.

"…What's wrong…?" He asked, and was surprised at how frail his voice sounded, as if the lack of energy in his body had affected even the strength of his voice.

"Shh, shh, don't talk. Don't waste you strength sweetie." Wanda put a finger to his lips and sat beside him on the bed, stroking back his hair with a shaky hand.

"Timmy….!" Cosmo was biting his nails, fretting. "Oooh! Every time we give him that medicine, it makes him worse! Can we just—-stop? Please?"

"No." Jorgen hissed. "Magic stagnating inside non magical bodies is bad news, trust me. What we have here is a rare, tedious—but manageable complication."

"Poof…?" His little god brother was still sitting next to him, with sad, worried eyes.

"Yes, yes, Poof. He will be fine." Jorgen reassured. Timmy just wished they'd tell him why they were all looking at him with such stricken faces. He looked to Wanda for an answer, but his godmother just gave him a mournful look in response.

"Your eyes have gotten all cloudy, Timmy." Cosmo was the one who answered his unasked question. "Do they hurt…? Can you see alright?"

"Y-yeah, I can see fine. What do you mean…cloudy?" He asked, but Wanda shushed him, telling him once more to conserve his energy.

"Allow me to explain." Jorgen took the lead. "The injuries you sustained put you—very close to death. If you were not healed in time, you would have died."

A shudder ran down his back; he had already known he had come close to death, but hearing it said so seriously to his face and by Jorgen, made it scarier.

"However, the type of magic used to heal you is very—complicated and you, unfortunately, turn out not to be very compatible with it."

"I'm…not going to…die…am I…?" He asked, terrified.

"Tim-me!?" Poof wailed, sounding just as scared as he was.

"No, no, no," Wanda reassured, shaking her head. "That will not happen. Don't you two worry your precious, sweet little heads about that. I promise, Timmy is going to be fine."

She gave each one of them a kiss on the forehead, as if this sealed the promise. He gave her the biggest smile he could manage in his fear and exhaustion, feeling a little better at her reassurance.

"No, you will not die, Turner. I have not had a preventable death of a god child on my watch yet, and I'm not starting now."

That was actually pretty impressive. Who knew how old Jorgen was, and how many godchildren he kept tabs on? It must've numbered in the thousands. He felt his respect for the tough fairy grow and a bit of his fear lessen.

"It means that, because your body is not compatible with the special magic, that while it healed you—it did not restore your vitality like it should have. To add to the trouble, your body is using the stagnated magic as an energy source, while it slowly tries to rebuild its own energy source."

He nodded, not completely understanding.

"Unfortunately, leaving the stagnated magic in you will cause you more harm than good." Jorgen actually looked apologetic. "So you will need to keep flushing it out."

"But, if he keeps taking that medicine, Timmy will—!" Cosmo sounded choked up. "He'll keep getting weaker and weaker until he—!"

"That is why we need to take the tedious and bothersome approach of making a ' magic filter cycle' inside his body. We flush out old magic, replace it with new, until his body regains enough of its own vitality to function on its own power."

"So, we can just pump magic into him for as long as he needs, until he's ok?" Cosmo asked hopefully.

"No." Jorgen gave his godfather a sour look. "Human bodies can only withstand so much magic. The amount we can safely keep giving to Turner in a cycle is small."

"What does that mean for Timmy?" Wanda asked, worried.

"Unfortunately." Jorgen looked at him pityingly. "Turner, it won't be as bad as you're feeling right now, but you're going to be weak for a long while. Even when we can stop the magic filter cycle, your own body's energy will be at a low point."

It dawned on him what he was being told. "You mean…I'm going to be too weak to play and do all the stuff I normally do?"

"I'm sorry, sweetie." Wanda consoled him, looking as hurt by it as he was.

"I know Turner, no kid likes to be stuck in bed, and I'm afraid I'll also have to put a ban on any body modifying wishes."

"Aww, but those are the funnest ones!"

"Yes, yes, but right now your body is in a sensitive state, and any magical changes to it could cause mishaps."

"All body modifying wishes?" Wanda repeated, looking disappointed.

"Oh, well, ones that leave him still human are fine." Jorgen amended. "We just don't want any major shifts to animal, or inorganic objects. Wishes to change his size, or go invisible or stuff like that is fine as long as his body's natural chemistry isn't altered."

Timmy saw Cosmo pull a disappointed face at this; his godfather disliked the 'baby game' and had likely been hoping they'd be forced to stop. Timmy was glad, though, that it could continue. He had a feeling he'd be needing it more often now than before with this crushing news.

"…How long before I'm back to normal?" He ventured to ask, worriedly.

"…" Jorgen seemed like he did not want to answer, but then caved in, knowing that to avoid doing so would just make it worse for him. "I'm thinking…perhaps half a year at best. A full year… or a little more, at worst."

Devastated did not begin to cover what he felt about this news. He sunk deeper into his blankets, fighting the urge to pull them over his head as he fought back tears.

"Timmy, I'm sorry. This is all my fault." Cosmo apologized, looking ashamed.

"No. It's Vicky's fault." He mumbled resentfully. "She's the one who caused the accident, not you."

"That's right, Cosmo, the blame lays with that monster wearing a teenage girl's skin." Wanda's expression turned incredibly sour.

"I know it's tempting, but neither of you may seek vengeance, understand?" Jorgen gave his godparents a serious look. "Outside, of course, of any mischief your godson might want to wish on her as payback."

Mischief bound by the Da Rules that included no serious injuries. Nothing he could wish on her would have her weak and stuck in bed for a year or longer.

"It won't be all bad, Turner." Jorgen reassured. "I'll allow the use of a Timmy clone so you can get out of school or anything else you're feeling too sick to do."

What was the point of skipping school if he was too sick to have fun?

"Jorgen…. if we have permission to use a Timmy clone, then…." Wanda did her best attempt at the puppy-dog look. "Could we just keep Timmy here at our castle for a while? I mean, at least until he's strong enough that his health doesn't cause any alarm. If anyone saw his eyes looking like this, well…"

"True…it would be bad for him to get dragged around to doctors while the magic-filter cycle is ongoing." Jorgen cupped his chin thoughtfully in his hand, and then glanced around himself at the room he was in, frowning. "…Does Turner stay over here often?"

"Poof, Poof, Poof!" Poof answered the question. Apparently his little god brother had been excited to tell someone about all the fun they had playing together at their first ever sleep over.

"Oh, so it was his first time." Jorgen smiled, nodding in approval. Cosmo had mentioned something about a 'suggestion' that had been made against bringing godchildren in the home too often. Wanda had brushed it off as nothing serious, but judging by Jorgen's reaction, Cosmo had been right to be concerned over it.

"Well, it's not like you two are new to the whole god parenting job." Jorgen shrugged. "I doubt that I'm going to end up with another Bubbles incident from a pair of seasoned veterans like you, too."

Timmy did not know what he was talking about, but right now, he was too depressed to care what the 'Bubbles incident' referred to.

"Oh, hear that, sweetie? We get to extend your stay." Wanda did her best to smile at him and gave him a hug. Poof mimicked her, which, even with how down in the dumps he felt, was cute enough to bring a smile to his face.

"Come over here, Wanda, I'll explain how to do the magic filter cycle to you." Jorgen called his god mother over, stepping far enough away that he could no longer hear them.

"Tim-me, poof, poof!" Poof crawled up onto his chest and laid there, talking to him about some fun games they could play together now that he'd be staying longer. He was sad, but it was hard to keep a frown on his face with Poof being so adorable.

"Timmy…" Cosmo touched his arm to get his attention. He looked sad, but serious, the most serious he had ever seen him before. "I'm going to do whatever it takes to get you back to how you were, so don't worry. You're going to be ok."

He managed a smile. "I know I will. I have you guys with me, after all."

No matter how weak, sick or injured he was, he knew he'd be alright in the end, just as long as his fairy family was there with him.