I laid in bed later in the day, listening to Tony run up and down. He seemed to have renewed energy from all the adventures of the day, but I didn't share the same for a couple reasons. First of all, I felt sick to my gut. My joints felt really weak, and all I wanted to do was lay in bed and be a baby. I smiled to myself, the memory of the time I had fallen sick on a sleepover night with Tony rushing back at me. He had seemed so confused, and it had been so late, a lot of the pharmacies around were closed. He had to go really far, and when he got back, I told him it wasn't the drug I normally had for fevers. He had been ready to go out again, but I had told him all I wanted was to stay in bed and be a baby. He understood the assignment pretty well. Dampened a towel and placed it on my head, then wrapped his arms around me, pulling me extremely close to him so tightly, there was absolutely no space between us, his lips close to my ear, making my skin tingle with the senation of his breath. He kept whispering to me how I meant the world to him, and how no matter how he looked at it, he just didn't seem to be good enough for me. He called me his baby and all, and at that point, I knew he was madly in love with me. Or i thought. I closed my eyes to the memories and adjusted the blanket over my now heating body. I was falling sick, but I would have to just sleep it off for tonight. Nemesis was catching up with me for lying at school. Now i'm actually falling sick. I didnt realize when I let sleep comfort me, but I know I must have slept since the bright rays from the carelessly open window woke me up. I couldn't open my eyes instantly, though. My eyes felt extra heavy, and my body felt all weak. I laid in my bed, not even attempting to move. Tony was barking from the living room, and I remembered I haven't fed him yet. I had to stand up even though I didn't feel like it. Dragging my heavy body, I stood, my head spinning and almost forcing me back to the bed. But I managed to hold onto the beside drawer, and stay standing. If I go back to bed, Tony will go hungry. I dragged my feet to the kitchen, breathing hard. Tony ran over to me, wagging his tail and barking excitedly. "I can't play today, Tony." My voice was low, but think he heard me, since he stopped, then sat, looking up at me. "Sorry." I said again, and went behind the cupboard, where his food was kept. I pulled a bag, poured enough into his plate and pushed it to him. My head was spinning violently and my breaths were short, like I had run a mile and was trying to catch my breath. Tony didn't even look at the food as he watched me, almost as if trying to diagnose me. He then stretched out to me, his front paws reaching out to me. I held his paws and gave him a smile I knew would look weak, then slowly dropped him and tried to go back to bed. I would have to go to the pharmacy myself, but it could wait. I felt too dizzy to walk out like this. Two steps to my room and I had to stop. My world seemed to be spinning, and I felt hotter than ever. Hotter than I have ever felt. Crap. I couldn't stand anymore with the dizziness over taking me in waves, the previous always lesser than the next. I felt the impact on my head when I fell, the headache I already felt multiplied by the hit, and the last thing I saw before It all became dark was Tony trying to climb over me.
I must have been out for long, because when I opened my eyes, it was dark outside. I was still on the floor quite alright, but this time I stood effortlessly. Tony was laid next to me, in his curled up fashion, and he opened his eyes once I moved and started barking. I held my forehead, remembering the hit and the headache. I removed my hand and sighed. "Tony. I must have scared you, right?" He only looked me over. Wait. I slowly out my hand to my forehead again, my heart starting to thump with the excitement you feel when you see something you've been suspicious of actually happen. I closed my eyes as my palm touched my forehead. It felt normal. Even my eyes didn't feel heavy. I stood easily, trying to see if I would feel dizzy to Indicate that I had been sick just hours ago, but no. I stood normally, not even a wave of dizziness washing over me. Tony barked, his eyes shining as he watched me. He looked excited I was recovering, and half of me mirrored the excitement. The other half, was contemplating. How did I lose all that sickness by just passing out? I had been so sick, I could barely move and now I felt healthy, strong. In fact, even over pumped. Tony was now running around, wagging his tail. I kept to him, rubbing my hand on his head. He didn't stop, though and immediately ran off to his plate of food, which looked untouched. My dog hadn't eaten since morning because I was slumped. I knew dogs were loyal, but It felt surreal experiencing the loyalty of one. His excitement didn't cut the real question, though. Even if I had been taking drugs to get better, it would take at least three days to feel as good as I did now. I should at least feel a bit of weakness, but I didn't. So who or what healed me?