The soft light of the afternoon filtered through the large windows of the Winx Club's main room, casting a golden glow on the peaceful scene that unfolded. Flora was curled up on one of the large cushions by the fireplace, a blanket wrapped snugly around her. Her cheeks were flushed with warmth, and she had been feeling unwell for the past few hours. Her normally vibrant energy had been replaced by fatigue, and she couldn't shake the nagging feeling of weakness that had settled in her body.The others had noticed it the moment Flora had come into the room that morning, her steps slow and unsteady, her usual sparkle in her eyes dimmed. She hadn't said much, but they could tell something was off. Flora was never one to complain, but her usual calm demeanor seemed clouded, and she wasn't her usual self."Flora," Bloom called gently, walking over to her. "How are you feeling? You don't look so good..."Flora looked up at her, her eyes a little glazed, and she gave a weak smile, though it didn't reach her eyes. "I'm okay," she whispered, but the slight tremble in her voice betrayed her. "Just... tired..."Layla had also noticed Flora's pale skin and the slight shiver that passed through her body, even though the room was warm. "Maybe you should lie down for a bit," Layla suggested kindly. "I'll go get you some water, alright?"Flora nodded slowly, but she felt a wave of dizziness hit her as soon as she tried to sit up. She swayed slightly, her hands trembling, and a soft whimper escaped her lips."That's it. We're getting you into bed," Bloom said immediately, her concern growing. "Come on, let's get you comfortable."With the help of Bloom and Layla, Flora was guided to her bed in the cozy corner of the room. They tucked her in carefully, and though Flora wanted to protest, her body wouldn't allow her to do much more than lie there in exhaustion. She closed her eyes, curling into the blanket as if seeking comfort from the warmth."I'm sorry, girls," Flora murmured weakly. "I don't know what's wrong with me...""You don't have to apologize, Flora," Bloom reassured her softly, smoothing back a lock of hair from her forehead. "You're sick. You don't need to worry about anything right now. Just rest."But as Flora lay in bed, her condition took a turn for the worse. As the hours passed, her fever seemed to intensify, and with it came a more noticeable shift in her behavior. Her voice became softer, quieter, and more childlike—almost as if she had regressed even further into herself, beyond her emotional age and into a deeper state of vulnerability.---It was then that the other girls began to notice the subtle changes."Do you hear that?" Tecna asked, her brow furrowing as she stood by the door, listening.Musa, who had been sitting with Flora earlier, gave a concerned look. "Yeah, she's... she's not talking like herself. It's almost like—""Like she's..." Stella started, but she couldn't finish the sentence."Like she's regressing more," Bloom finished, understanding the situation. "She's getting more sick, and it's bringing out that side of her we've seen before. When she regresses, it's like she needs to be cared for even more."Layla, who had been keeping an eye on Flora, nodded. "I think we need to make sure she's comfortable and knows that she's safe. It's important that we give her the space to feel cared for right now. Let's be patient."---Back in the room, Flora's fever was making her delirious. She had drifted in and out of sleep, her body restless beneath the blanket. But when she stirred again, it was clear she was no longer fully aware of her surroundings.Flora's words came out in a soft, childish voice, almost like baby talk. "I wanna... go play... outside..." she mumbled, her voice high-pitched and soft. Her arms reached out to clutch at her blanket, but it seemed like she couldn't focus on anything clearly.Her hands twisted the fabric of the blanket, making soft whimpering sounds as her gaze drifted aimlessly around the room.Stella, seeing the signs, rushed over to Flora's side immediately. "Flora, honey, it's okay," she cooed gently, placing a hand on Flora's arm. "You're safe. You're not going anywhere right now, sweetie. You're going to be just fine. Just relax."Helia, who had been standing by the window, quickly crossed the room to join the others. His eyes were full of concern as he reached for Flora's hand, squeezing it gently. "Flora, sweetheart, we're right here," he said, his voice low and calm.Flora blinked up at him, her gaze unfocused and confused. "H...Helia...?" she whispered, her voice quivering. "I'm... cold... wanna cuddle...""Of course, you can," Helia said, his heart aching as he gently lifted her into his arms. Flora immediately snuggled into him, her small frame feeling fragile against his chest."It's okay, Flora. You're okay," Bloom reassured her softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from Flora's face. "We'll take care of you. You don't need to worry about anything."As Flora nestled deeper into Helia's embrace, she became even more childlike. Her speech grew slower and more slurred, as if she were no longer fully aware of her age. "Wanna... play with toys," she mumbled, her small hands reaching out toward the nearby table where they had left a few stuffed animals and toys earlier that morning.Musa, standing at the side, watched Flora with a gentle smile, her heart full of understanding. "She's really regressing now," she said softly. "It's like she's retreating into a safe space where she can just... let go of everything."Tecna nodded. "We'll just have to support her through this. She's in a vulnerable state right now, but that's okay. We'll care for her like she needs."Flora, in her childlike state, began making little sounds as she hugged a stuffed bunny to her chest. Her small voice grew softer as she cooed at the bunny, her mind drifting further away from her adult concerns. "Bunny... soft... cuddly..." she giggled softly, the sound innocent and pure.---The day passed in a gentle blur as the Winx Club took turns caring for Flora, each one offering their unique brand of comfort. Stella made sure Flora was always wrapped up in soft blankets, while Layla kept her hydrated with warm tea and water. Tecna checked her temperature frequently, making sure her fever didn't rise any further. Musa and Bloom gently entertained Flora, singing to her and reading her favorite stories in a soothing tone.Flora remained in a constant state of childlike regression, her speech soft and babyish, her behavior innocent and unguarded. She would occasionally ask for snacks, or point out things she wanted to play with, but it was clear that she wasn't fully aware of her surroundings. The reality of her age seemed to have melted away, replaced by a need to be cared for, to be loved, and to feel safe.As evening settled in, Helia remained by Flora's side, his hand resting gently on her small back as she lay on the bed, clutching her stuffed bunny tightly. "You're safe, Flora," he whispered softly, brushing her hair back from her face. "We're all here for you."Flora's voice was soft and tiny as she mumbled in response, "Thank you... love you, Helia..."Helia's heart ached with tenderness, and he smiled down at her, his thumb gently stroking her cheek. "I love you too, Flora. You don't have to be strong right now. We've got you."---
