Michelle woke up one morning with a fever.
She was sweating all over and that's when I realized something was wrong.
"I'll go get Tommy and the KISS guys"!
I ran to my closet and changed into some warm Fall clothes.
Then, I hailed a taxi and it took me to Casablanca Records.
"Guys! We've a sick patient on our hands"!
I shouted as I burst into the recording studio where the band was.
"Who's the one that's not feeling well"?
Paul asked.
Tommy Thayer looked up and the look on my face told him the answer.
"Michelle...I'm going over to her house"!
With the snap of his fingers, the second spaceman teleported away to Michelle's home.
"We better go and help him. Call the other members and tell them to meet us at Michelle's house".
Gene told me.
"Roger that"!
I ran outside to make some phone calls.
About an hour later, all nine KISS members had arrived at Michelle's house.
Eric Carr was in his Fox form and he had to be on a leash because of the law in New York City.
"Eric, you silly fox! Calm down".
Vinnie chuckled as he was trying to hold onto the leash so that the fox wouldn't get loose.
Eric was panting and then once Vinnie walked inside, he was able to explore.
He walked around sniffing all the new scents.
Then, he zoomed into up the stairs as fast as lightning.
"Whoa"!
Ace saw Eric Carr run upstairs.
Peter followed the Space Ace.
In the bedroom, Tommy was examining Michelle.
"Hmm...You have a fever. And your coughing a lot".
Vinnie used some kind of Egyptian spell to observe Michelle's symptoms.
"She has phenomenia".
He concluded.
"Aw, my poor spacequeen".
Tommy held Michelle in his arms and she snuggled in his warmth.
"Let her rest Tom-Tom. She's sick".
Eric Singer tried to pull Tommy away, but we were all interrupted by the Fox, who was nudging his way underneath the covers.
"Eric Carr, please settle down".
Vinnie picked up the Fox in his arms, sitting down on a rocking chair.
Eric panted excitedly and then curled up in the ankh warrior's lap into a ball, his fluffy tail was hiding his face.
I sat down next to him.
"I'll go make some chicken noodle soup".
Gene Simmons left the room to go the kitchen.
"I'll help".
Paul followed him and he was not far behind.
The smell of fresh noodles and chicken ran through Eric's nostrils and before Vinnie or me could do anything, the little fox bolted out of the bedroom and into the kitchen where the Starchild and the Demon were busy.
"Hey, give that back"!
Paul's spoon was stolen from Eric Carr and he hid underneath the table.
The Fox snarled at the KISS frontman and stuck his bushy ass toward him.
"Just get another spoon Paul".
Gene opened the utensils drawer and Paul took one out.
Eric got bored with the spoon and jumped up on the kitchen table, sniffing at the candle that had a pumpkin spice fragrance to it.
"Eric, don't eat that".
Paul patted the chair to make the Fox jump off of the table and he did.
After trying numerous times to make something for Michelle to eat, Eric Carr had stolen at least two or three spoons from them.
"You silly fox".
I giggled and the Fox sniffed my hand and licked it.
