>it didn't matter time of the day it was, Twilight needed you
>her small frame huddled up in the sheets of her bed was a sign of her not feeling well
>as if the small sniffles and coughs weren't enough of a hint
>the purple alicorn gave a tiny groan as she tilted her head to the side to see who had entered her room
>you smile warmly, carrying a tray of various items for her to eat that ranged from lettuce to hay
>the gesture is met with a soft smile from her, one of her ears giving a light flick
>"Thank you.."
>her throat is a bit dry as she speaks before she gives another small cough
>you carefully set the tray down near her and sit down at her side, rubbing her own side through the covers
>Twilight gives another little smile before she scoots closer and starts to sit up
>you waste no time in cradling her head and neck, moving around to let her nestle against you
>her magic seems to take on the sickness as much as her, barely able to carry her glass of apple juice to her
>a small slip and you manage to catch it from making a mess, gently bringing it up to her muzzle
>she seems happy to be treated so well with her current condition of having a cold
>her forelegs raise and her hooves lightly settle on your hand and arm as she sips from the straw in the glass
>while she drinks, you lightly pet her striped mane and hum softly to her, giving a few rubs to her ears
>even sick, she was certainly lovely and had another quality of cuteness to her
>her mane wasn't as well kept for the duration she had been in bed, having small strands of her hair going this way and that
>she seems content with the help of being nursed back to health, leaning back against you and pulling the tray up
>as she lifts the salad bowl, her voice gives one of her cute giggles before she turns to look up at you
>"You know just what I need~"
>the magical pony quickly sets one of the books you had picked out for her right next to her before slowly eating
>when time allows, you rub her back and wings, trying to keep her feathers at least a little unruffled, before placing a kiss on her warm brow
>once her meal is done, you let her lay back and settle into the bed, hearing her cozy sigh as the pages of a book are flipped through
>since Spike had chosen to take care of Rarity, it was your job to make sure Twilight got better soon
>during your cleaning of the bowl, you feel a tickle at the back of your throat before giving a light cough and letting out a sneeze shortly after
>it seems you both might be bedridden for a week now
>not that it was a bad thing, though