"Oh Cris, I heard you got the flu so I came right over"

"And what is the purpose of your visit? Helping me to Death's door", snarked Chris.

"Chris, you're always one for theatrics. I just want you to get better", she tried to smother him with a hug.

Chris would have none of it. He tried to ease away from her, not at all subtle. Gah, but his leg was stuck in the duvet and she's getting closer. Everything was in slow motion to him. Mia was actually at the edge of the bed, as far from him as possible. He wished it was further. She looks like she's ready to pounce. With her arms wide, her face adopting a slightly crazed expression. And those two lumps of fat on her chest jiggled. Chris was mortified.

'Oh God, Oh God, Oh God. I'm going to be squished to death by those, suffocating me until my last breath'

Luckily for him, he managed to duck but he fell down from his bed. Well, it shouldn't exactly call a fall since his legs are still on the bedso he was actually dangling a bit. His head managed to collide with the cold hard floor though. He was then pulled back up and enveloped into a hug. He was woozy from the flu, the extra thump in the head did not help matter. Now, his air circulation is being cut off. As he started to lose consciousness, he heard something disturbing.

"I even brought you some soup!"

All he could think of at the time was 'she cannot cook! I'm gonna die. Again.'

A/N: Do you ever write a story where you aim for something and get something else. This wasn't how its supposed to be... I had a different story line but I have a headache and needed sleep. Le Kid has a fever so that was how this story came to life. The girl's character stem out from the blondie in Princess and the Frog. A bit too ditzy though.

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