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Belle cares

Belle doesn't get to cook too often anymore, but it's always been something she's loved to do,since the beginning. She used to bake peanut butter and chocolate cookies for Ben when he was a little kid and earned a good grade or had a bad day. And when he was sick, she made some homemade chicken noodle soup that would always settle his stomach(Ben's favourite). Mrs. Potts, before she retired, taught her a recipe that would always stay down, no matter how sick a person was. Ben loved it, as did his father. Homemade soup, especially one made by her loving hands, always cured the worst of their stomach illnesses.

So when Belle heard, first from Fairy Godmother, and then from her teenage son himself, that Mal had fallen ill, and had actually fallen, Belle had gone to work I mean cook. Once learning the girl would be okay, she made her way towards the kitchen of the castle and prepared her special chicken noodle soup. The former queen doubted Mal had ever been able to rest when she was ill, and had never been made soup for her illness either(with maleficent as a mother*she shivered internally*). That was such a sad thought. She had supported her husband's decision to send all the villains to the Isle, but none of them had the foresight to think about possible children or what to do with them. Mal's misfortune was partly/mainly her fault, and she couldn't forgive herself for being a part of that misfortune.

Everything had to be perfect for Mal's first "sickness soup", as Ben had called it when he was little. Belle didn't know how the former villain would respond to her offer of soup and love, especially because Ben told her that Mal doesn't want many people seeing her like that. Her friends, being Evie, Jay and Carlos, and Ben were the only ones allowed inside Mal's room at this point. She had only been sick for a couple of days, but while her fever went down, her stomach and muscle strength got worse and worse. She wouldn't leave her bed, and had trouble keeping any food down, and always have headaches.

She had the common flu, but her body wasn't used to Auradon illnesses. Mal had rejected getting too many vaccines, so they had to prioritize on her first day and hoped to give her and the others the rest eventually. That hadn't actually happened, and everyone was regretting that now.

Once the soup was done, Belle put that into a container, along with some crackers. She could set everything up at the school easily. Putting everything in a basket, she made her way to the awaiting limo and set out towards Auradon Prep.

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Mal hated being sick. Now she had to stay in bed, even if she didn't promise to. This wasn't a case of food poisoning, this was a full blown flu (or so Fairy Godmother tells her). She can't keep any food down and it feels like she's dying. she feels that.

At first, she tried to do her homework and not let the sickness stop her, but sitting up made her feel dizzy and her hand felt too weak to even hold the pencil.

They had given Jay, Carlos and Evie something called a vaccine to prevent them from getting sick too, and it makes Mal really regret not getting it when she came to Auradon.

Evie was in class, so Mal was left alone to her thoughts and her television. She suffered through watching the news stations cover her fainting and her sickness. Maybe she should have stayed in bed that day, then it wouldn't be such a big deal. It was kinda nice not having to deal with the constant meetings and reporters and interviews and all the talk about the Isle and which kids to bring over. Evie and Carlos were better at that.

A knock at the door interrupted the documentary of Fa Mulan fighting in the war. Groaning, Mal shut off the television with the remote and yelled, "Come in!"

And in walked… Belle? Holding a tray with food on it.

"Hey Mal, hope I'm not bothering you, I thought you could use some food." The yellow-clad woman said softly.

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