>"Nooonnnyyy!"
>A familiar, yet nasally voice echoed throughout the apartment
>You turn your head to the direction of the voice
"What's up, Sonata?"
>A small sniffle can be heard from the other room
"Can you come feel my forehead please?"
>You narrow your eyes in confusion, but you get up from the chair at your computer to go check on her
"What do you need me to fee-"
>You stop at her doorway
>She looked like an absolute mess
>Disheveled hair, used tissues littering her bed and the floor next to it
>She sniffles once more
>"I think I might be sick, Nonny."
>It sure seemed like it
>You sigh, walking over to her bed
>You bring a hand to her forehead
>"Mmm..."
>Sonata's eyes shut on the contact
>Sure enough, she's pretty warm
"Welp, looks like you're gonna be stuck here for the day. You've got a fever."
>Sonata opens her eyes, visibly disappointed
>"Aww, but I promised Pinkie that I'd go hang out with her! I can't let her down, Nonny..."
>You shake your head in protestation
"Not today. The last thing you need is a day with Pinkie Pie."
>Her cheeks puff up and she turns her head away
>"No fair..."
>You sigh, understanding her plight
"I know you wanna go hang out with her, but the sooner you get better, the... uh... better."
>She sighs, her eyes shifting down to her lap
>"Yeah, I know..."
>She sniffles again
>You hated seeing her like this
>Not just bedridden, but so down on herself
>You wish there were some way to make her feel at least the slightest bit better...
>Hmm... maybe there was...

>Adagio and Aria weren't going to be back until later on in the evening, so it was just you two for the day
"I'll be right back."
>She cocks her head, curious as to what you're doing
>You leave the room and head to the kitchen
>Opening one of the cupboards, you see a can of chicken noodle soup
>Perfect
>You fish a small pot out of another cupboard and get to work
>A few minutes pass and your job is done
>After toiling over a hot stove, you have a steaming bowl of chicken noodle soup with a spoon sticking out
>You make your way back to Sonata's room, taking care as to not spill it
>As you enter, you swear there were at least double the tissues around the room than there were before
>Sonata finishes blowing into another one, tossing it aside
>Her eyes move to you and the bowl of soup in your hands
>She gasps excitedly, her face lighting up as she did so
>"Soup?! Aww Nonny, you're the best!"
>You smile at her exuberance returning to her
"Haha, sorry I couldn't make you something better."
>You bring the soup over to her
>She uses her blanket as something of pot holders and takes the soup from you
>She sets it down on her lap and sniffs the soup; or at least tries to
"It's still a little hot, so be care..."
>She disregards your warning, taking a spoonful of the soup and shoving it in her mouth
"...ful."
>You expect a pained look on her face, but she actually looks okay
>"Wow, I can't even taste it! How'd you make tasteless soup, Nonny?"
>You chuckle to yourself, shaking your head as you do so
"Secret family recipe, can't tell you."
>I guess she didn't know that you can't really taste things when your nose is stuffed

>A couple minutes later, and the bowl once full of soup is now completely dry
>Sonata, a satisfied look on her face, reclines back onto her pillow, a sigh escaping her as her back hits the bed
>"Ahhh, that was soooo good Nonny."
>You smile, taking the bowl from her lap
>As you turn to leave, Sonata stops you
>"Nonny."
>You turn back towards her, cocking an eyebrow
>"What's up?"
>She brings her head up to face you and starts her sentence with a small sniffle
>"Can you hang out with me for a bit? I don't really wanna be by myself like this..."
>You smile once more
>Sure, that didn't seem like a problem
"Yeah, of course I will."
>A wide smile you thought to be impossible formed on her lips
>"Yay! Oh, oh, oh, we can watch a movie!"
>She looks over to the small television set on top of the dresser in front of her bed
"Which one do you wanna watch?"
>"Uh... can we watch the one with the zombies and then they go to a bar?"
>You give her a quizzical look
"Shaun of the Dead?"
>All you get in response is a violent nod of her head
>"Oh oh, and then can we watch the one with the same guys in it, and then we can-"
>You sigh, turning away from her as she continued on
>As soon as you found a break in her seemingly endless string of words, you excused yourself
"Alrighty, just let me put this away."
>You can hear her excitedly tapping her feet on her bed
>"Yayyy~! Nonny and I are gonna have a movie day!"
>You put the bowl and spoon in the sink and go fish out a vast number of movies from your shelf
>You go back to Sonata's room, her smile still as strong as when you left
>You pop the first movie into the DVD player next to her TV
>As the previews start, you see Sonata has already brushed off the large number of tissues on her bed in order for you to sit next to her
>You climb onto the bed, nestling yourself comfortably under the covers next to her
>Sonata rests her head on your shoulder, getting equally comfortable, and you start the movie

>Several hours later and the last movie's almost over
>You start becoming drowsy, even yawning to reinforce the feeling
>You turn your head to look at Sonata
>She's almost completely snuggled up to you, and has fallen asleep
>You look past her and see the time
>7:46
>It was pretty early in the evening, but she still managed to drift to sleep
>You smile at the thought, reaching for the remote
>You turn off the television and the DVD player
>A small amount of light peeks through the blinds, but other than that, mostly darkness encompassed the room
>You slink your way down a little further under the covers
>Sonata shifts slightly and lets out a small moan, but doesn't awaken
>You move your arms around to bring Sonata just a little closer to you
>Before long, you had her in your arms
>This was so perfect, being like this with Sonata
>It felt so wonderful
>You wish you could do this more often...
>You plant a small kiss on Sonata's forehead
>She's certainly still very warm, but you don't care
>As long as you had her, you couldn't care about anything else
>And eventually, sleep takes you
>Morning comes, and your eyes manage to pry themselves open
>You look around, observing the room
>It's yours
>You narrow your eyes, wondering how you managed to get here when you were with...
>Sonata
>You lick your dried lips
>Funny, a salty taste 
>You don't remember eating anything salty last night...
>You end up settling on the theory that you just got up in the middle of the night and carried yourself back
>But still...
>You look at the clock on your nightstand
>6:30
>School was gonna be starting in about an hour and a half
>Time to get up and-
>A sudden, uncomfortable feeling wells up in your throat
>Soon enough, you're throwing a coughing fit
>Now that you think about it, your nose is pretty stuffy too...
>You try sniffing to see
>Yep, can't even get air through
>You've caught Sonata's sickness
>You groan, throwing your head back onto your pillow in dismay
"Sonataaaaa!"