>laying in bed. 
>Have the flue. 
>Not any flue, no, you've got the one flue in this planet that targets ape species. 
>Which is why there simply aren't any apes or monkey like creatures. 
>Christ everything feels like it's burning, but you're cold at the same time. 
>It's like being in hell.  
>You want to go home. 
>Let your mother hold you. 
>But you're here. 
>You look up at the ceiling, watching the paint move. 
>The paint move? 
>That doesn't seem right. 
>You're so cold. 
>Fuck. 
>Why does it have to burn so much? 
>The white paint of the ceiling begins to blur and change with the other pastel colours of the castle bedroom. 
>You don't know what's real.
>
>
>You stand over your boy. 
>Well.
>No, Celestia.
>He's not your boy. 
>Anons always reminding you of that, in some way or another. 
>Still...
>Your heart stays heavy with worry, like a blanket of rocks thrown into a frozen lake. 
>Your little human, who hates being called that, lays there miserable in his bed. 
>In your mouth, you hold a cool wet rag and gently dab at his forehead with it. 
>He doesn't scream about it anymore. 
>That doesn't make you feel better. 
>You almost preferred the screaming, more than this terrible groaning. 
>Your heart hurts. 
>How did this happen? 
>There haven't been any primates in Equestria since grogar was still the emperor.
>That was thousands of years ago.
>You want to lay by him, and cradle him against you. Rest his head against your neck. 
>But his body is burning from the inside. 
>So you don't. 
>You contend with trying your best to keep the fever down. 
>Your sisters moonlight  beatifies him. 
>In her glow, he is pallid like the heavenly body itself. 
>Like a son you could never have. 
>It's hard to know if this is a healthy colour for him, he's unlike any other creature that's ever been  here. 
>The glow of the moon somehow makes the room feel giant and small all at once. 
>He seems so delicate. 
>You wipe down the crook of his neck with the cold rag. 
>He hisses pitifully. 
>Your student at this moment diligently looks for a cure. 
>You pray she finds it soon.