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The bedroom door opened, and Marceline ducked under her covers to shield herself from the inevitable.

"Don't turn the light on," she called out from her hiding place. She'd already told Simon three times, but he kept forgetting and frying her retinas any time he came to check on her. "Please."

"Okay," A voice that was definitely not Simon's spoke, and Marceline peeked out of her covers to see Bonnie stood there in the doorway. "Always knew you were secretly a vampire, Marcy."

"Very funny," Marceline rolled her eyes, and she eyed the backpack hanging off her girlfriend's shoulder. "You're not here to make me study, are you? Because I'm pretty sure there's some kind of law against torture."

"I'm here to check up on a certain ungrateful person," Bonnie shot her a stern look, and Marceline laughed, "You weren't in school, and neither was your dad. I worried in case he maybe found out about the record deal."

"Oh," Marceline realised. Obviously, she hadn't known her father had felt the need to take a day off, but she understood what that looked like. "Well, he hasn't shown his face around here. You don't need to worry. I'm just sick."

"Simon told me," Bonnie closed the bedroom door behind her, and she heard the backpack drop to the floor. The bed dipped under added weight, and Marceline found her girlfriend's hand in the dark. "He seems to think his chicken soup has fixed you right up. But as a future doctor, I wanted to double check."

"I'm okay," Marceline assured her, "It's kind of my own fault, anyway. I ate yoghurt that was two days out of date. It didn't taste out of date, but whatever. It didn't agree with me."

Bonnie rolled her eyes, "Honestly, love, use-by dates exist for a reason."

"I know, I know, I'm stupid, whatever," Marceline pushed herself up onto her elbows, and after bracing herself for a few moments, flicked her bedside lamp on. "You didn't have to come over, though."

"Of course I did," Bonnie smiled, nudging her, "Come on, budge up. What kind of a girlfriend slash doctor would I be if I didn't personally give you your mandatory cuddle dose?"

Marceline moved up – she'd decided to spread out like a starfish under her blankets – and Bonnie climbed into bed, slipping under the covers. She made sure Hambo was still secure under her arm as she rolled over and cuddled into Bonnibel.

"So," Marceline yawned slightly; she hadn't slept very well amongst all the puking she'd done last night, "tell me about your day. How was school?"

"Didn't feel right without you. But I suppose I'm going to have to get used to that." Bonnie sighed, her fingers combing through Marceline's hair. "I spent time with Lady and everyone. They asked after you, if you were alright. I told them that you're annoying and hadn't responded to my texts."

Marceline looked over at her phone. She hadn't touched it all day, mostly just sleeping intermittently until about an hour ago, when she'd had a little bit of the chicken noodle soup that Simon made for her. "Oops. Sorry about that."

"Don't worry, darling," Bonnie kissed the top of her head, "I'm sure you were far too occupied with your yoghurt-induced illness."

Marceline snorted with laughter before she could help it, because the way Bonnie pronounced yoghurt was the most adorable thing she'd ever heard. "Oh my god, say that again."

(She'd done the same thing the first time Bonnie had said tomato in front of her, much to the redhead's chagrin.)

Bonnie got that adorable scrunched-up offended look, and she pushed her glasses up her nose in a huff. "I won't talk for your personal amusement."