The sun was just beginning to rise over Solar Blue, casting a soft glow over the surf academy. Inside, the usually bustling house was unusually quiet. Fly lay in bed, her face pale and her forehead damp with sweat. She had been feeling unwell for a couple of days, but today was particularly bad.
Simmo, the academy's coach and mentor, knocked gently on her door before entering. "Hey, Fly. How are you feeling?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.
Fly tried to sit up but quickly gave up, sinking back into her pillows. "Not great, Simmo. I feel like I've been hit by a truck."
Simmo frowned, pulling a chair up to her bedside. "You should have told me sooner. You need to rest and take care of yourself."
Fly managed a weak smile. "I didn't want to worry anyone. Besides, there's so much training to do."
Simmo shook his head, his expression stern but caring. "Your health comes first, Fly. The waves will still be there when you're better."
He reached over and placed a cool cloth on her forehead, trying to bring her some relief. "I'll make you some tea. It should help with the fever."
Fly watched him as he moved around the room, her heart warming at his kindness. "Thanks, Simmo. You're always looking out for us."
Simmo paused, turning back to her with a gentle smile. "That's my job, Fly. You're like family to me."
As the day went on, Simmo stayed by Fly's side, making sure she was comfortable and had everything she needed. He brought her soup, kept her hydrated, and even read to her from one of her favorite books.
"Remember that time you wiped out during training and still managed to laugh about it?" Simmo said, trying to keep her spirits up.
Fly chuckled softly, the memory bringing a smile to her face. "Yeah, I thought I'd never live that down."
Simmo grinned. "Well, you showed everyone what it means to be resilient. Just like you're doing now."
Fly's eyes softened, filled with gratitude. "I don't know what I'd do without you, Simmo."
Simmo reached out and squeezed her hand. "You don't have to worry about that. I'm not going anywhere."
As the evening approached, Fly began to feel a bit better, the fever starting to break. She looked at Simmo, her eyes filled with appreciation. "Thank you for everything today. I really needed it."
Simmo smiled, his heart full. "Anytime, Fly. Just focus on getting better. We'll hit the waves again soon."
With Simmo's support, Fly knew she would be back on her feet in no time. The bond they shared was more than just coach and student; it was a deep, unspoken connection that would always see them through the toughest times.
