A crash of thunder had woken up Benson from his feverish sleep. He sat up slowly, placing his hand on his head, which felt as if a truck ran over him and he felt really dizzy.
He groaned. "Ugh, I feel horrible," Benson whispered to himself. He turned to the window, noticing it was still raining. Then he turned to the digital clock by his bed which read 9:15 am. Benson gasped. "I never over sleep!" Then he heard a voice coming from the third floor. A familiar voice.
"Oh no," Benson said to out loud. "No it can't be..." He got up and looked out the window to figure out if he was right, though he hoped he was wrong. To his disappointment, he was right. That familiar white limo parked in front of the house. Yup, it was Mr. Maellard, his boss. A sudden wave of nausea hit him.
"Oh man," Benson groaned placing his hand on his stomach. He had just remembered that he was suppose to have a meeting with his boss today. Now he had to find the perfect excuse for attending the meeting late. What would he say? Oh, that he wasn't feeling well and ended up over sleeping? No, he wasn't going to buy it. Benson washed up, ignoring the feeling of dizziness and nausea and went up stairs to confront his boss. Taking a deep breath, he opened the door and entered the office.
"Oh, there you are. Where have you been?" Mr. Maellard yelled at Benson. In the office, Skips and Pops were also there.
"I- um..." Benson stuttered thinking of an excuse.
"See, do you believe us now? Is this enough proof to show he isn't feeling well?" Skips asked Mr. Maellard, pointing to a pale, shivery Benson. Benson himself didn't noticed how much he was shivering.
"Enough with the games now. Please have a seat now, Been-teen," Mr. Maellard said trying to stay calm and gestured him to take the seat in front of his desk.
"It's Benson, Sir," Benson's voice now sounded shaky.
"Yeah, whatever," Maellard said.
Benson slowly walked to the seat and sat on it. As Maellard stared speaking, Benson barely stood focus. Everything he was saying was fading away. That sudden wave of nausea came back stronger this time, the shivering increased as well.
'Oh no, go away,' he thought. 'Please go away.' Benson pleaded but the nausea just grew stronger.
Mr. Maellard suddenly stopped talking and noticed Benson's face. It had just turned green and looked as if he was about to be sick.
'Oh,' Maellard thought. 'Maybe he isn't faking it.' Skips and Pops also noticed it too. They all grew nervous.
"Go the bathroom!" They all yelled.
Benson got up to run to the bathroom but it was too late. He threw up. On the floor of his boss' office. He couldn't believe it. Skips placed a hand on Benson's back, leading him to the bathroom. Benson threw up once more in the toilet and rinsed his mouth in the sink. After that incident, everything went by in such a blur for Benson. All he remembered was throwing up and now found himself back in his nice warm bed. He looked up and saw his boss, Skips, and Pops looking down at him.
Benson groaned and started whimpering, two or three tears running down his face.
"I'm sorry," he apologized "I didn't mean for that to happen..." Benson looked away from them embarrassed. He never threw up in front of people before. Maybe he did when he was a kid but that doesn't count. Then he heard Mordecai's voice out of the room.
"Aw, man. I can't believe we got stuck cleaning this sick mess," Mordecai said.
"I still can't believe Benson puked," Rigby stated. Laughter was heard from Muscle man and High five making fun of Mordecai and Rigby because they ended up cleaning the mess.
"Ignore them," Skips suggested Benson.
"Just get some sleep," Mr. Maellard told Benson sounding fatherly. "I'll stay here for a couple of days till you get better. While I'm here, you are off from work. I don't want to see you near any type of work till you get better, understood?"
"Yes, Sir," Benson replied, wiping his eyes dry.
"Get some sleep now, Benson and soon I'll come to check up on you with a bowl of homemade soup that'll help you retrieve your appetite," Pops said as he drew up the covers over Benson.
"Thanks, everyone," Benson whispered as he dozed off.
That afternoon everything went by smoothly, especially since Maellard was keeping a close eye on everyone. No one dared to slack off. Even though the employees didn't like Benson very much, they still missed him. Maellard was too pushy.
Benson woke up and decided to look out the window. Everything looked great outside. Though it was raining and a bit chilly, everything looked spotless. Tired of staying inside all day, Benson decided to drive around the park in a golf cart. He wrapped his blanket around his body and snuck out of the house, making sure to avoid Skips, Maellard, and Pops along the way. He succeeded.
Finally at the golf cart, Benson started the engine and drove off, slowly, sneezing every now and then.
Meanwhile at the house, Pops enters Benson's room with soup in hand. Then he realized that he was gone.
" Skips! Father! Benson's gone!" Pops shouted. They both rushed into the room.
"What are we ever going to do?" Pops asked sounding miserable.
"I have an idea..." Skips suggested. "Let's form a search party."
Mr. Maellard rounded a meeting with the rest of the employees and send them to different areas to look for him. Mordecai and Rigby ended up having to search outside in the rain and driving around in the golf cart. After a few minutes of driving, Rigby finally spotted him.
"Hey, there he is," Rigby pointed as Mordecai turned to the kids play ground and stopped the cart. They were surprised at Benson's behavior. He was swinging in the swing, giggling happily and not caring how wet he was getting.
"Hey, Benson," Mordecai yelled. "Come back home, everyone is looking for you!"
Benson turned to see Mordecai and Rigby. He stopped swinging and ran towards them. "Mordecai, Rigby! I'm so happy to see you guys." Benson hugged them.
"Dude, I don't know why you're acting so strange but you gotta come back with us," Mordecai stated.
"NO!" Benson yelled. They both placed him in the cart and drove back to the house.
"We found him," Rigby told skips as him and Mordecai handed Benson over to Skips.
"Where?" Skips asked.
"In the kids' playground. He was acting all childish and weird," Mordecai explained.
"Why was he acting like that?" Rigby asked.
"He's just delirious," Skips explained. "His fever must be going high."
"Maybe we should take him to the hospital," Maellard suggested entering the living room along with Pops and rest of the employees. Everyone agreed. Then it hit Benson... hospital? He hated the hospital. His only fear of hospitals are needles.
"Well? Let's go then," Maellard said as they all headed for his limo.