The next morning, Benson woke up to the bright sunlight, peeking through the window blinds. He sat up in bed, stretched, and rubbed his eyes. Then he realized that he didn't feel dizzy anymore.

"Wow," Benson said to himself, "I feel so much better!" Benson got up and got ready to start the day.  "Good morning," he said as he entered the kitchen and took a seat at the table. In there were Mr. Maellard, Pops, Mordecai, and Rigby. They all greeted him in return.

"Oh, Benson, you look so much better!" Pops stated excitedly.

"Yeah and I feel so much better. I'm ready to get back work," Benson said with a smile on his face. As he was getting up to grab his clip board from his office, Maellard stopped Benson in his tracks.

"Hold it! I want to make sure and see if you're ready to return back to work," Maellard told Benson. He motioned him to sit down again as he grab the thermometer and placed it under his tongue. After a minute or two he pulled out the thermometer and it read: '100.4.'
"Well your fever seems much lower now," Maellard said. "But… I suggest you should rest a bit more and try to eat something till your temperature gets back to normal."

Benson sighed. "But sir, I feel so much better. I feel ready to handle anything."

"You're not completely well yet," Maellard said.

"What do you mean?" Benson asked.

"You still haven't eaten anything," Maellard replied. He took his plate of dry toast and gave a piece to Benson. "Eat this," he commanded. "If you throw up, I'm sending you back to bed." Benson slightly pouted but ate it anyway. He chewed on it slowly and swallowed. Everybody watched silently to see if Benson would really throw up. After a few moments of silence, Benson smiled shyly and said:

"I want some more… please?"

An hour later, everybody was already working. Benson was still forbidden to work till his body temperature regulated (98.6) but he was allowed to walk around the park to get some air or drive in the golf cart. Benson decided to walk and get some exercise since he spend most of his sick days in the house and he was either laying down, sitting, or being carried around.  Benson passes by Skips' garage for a bit. When he got there, he found Skips' fixing one of the golf carts as usual.  

"Hey, how you feelin'?" Skips asked. "You look so much better than what you did last night."

"I feel so much better. But Maellard still wouldn't let me work because my fever is like only 100."

"He won't let you work  because you're still recuperating from last night's incident," Skips explained.

Benson thought for a moment. Last night… he almost couldn't remember what happen.
"Everything was a blur to me last night… what happened?"

"You had a really bad fever last night. You hardly ate your soup. Maellard forced you to swallow some of it and you ended up throwing up everything you had. Then you watched Mordecai and Rigby play their video game. You fell asleep after a while and Pops carried you to bed."

" So that's why I woke up in my bed this morning." Benson said, finally realizing it.

"I'm sure you don't remember but last night, around 3:30 am, Maellard called me over to the house telling me that you were having some kind of night mare, you were screaming and everything. You were sweaty and pale… every one was there last night."

" Really? What happened?"

"We had to find a way to calm you down. First we managed to take you're temperature. You're fever roused to 105.4. We tried everything we could. We gave you some air, cold water, bathed your face with a damp towel… anything to keep you cool. Then you yelled something at your boss begging him not to fire you. You were very delirious last night."

"Wow," Benson thought aloud. "I can't believe that really happened… and I don't remember any of it. How did I fall asleep?"

"Simple. We rocked you to sleep while Pops sang a lullaby. In a matter of minutes, you were knocked out. I don't how but it really worked. It took us nearly to 5 in the morning to calm you down."

Benson shook his head. If he remembered it, he'd be embarrassed by now. "Some night huh?"

"Tell me about it," Skips said as he continued to repair the golf cart.

After walking in the park for awhile, Benson suddenly started to feel drowsy and was a bit hungry. He went to the house to get something to eat.

"Hey, Been-teen!" Maellard shouted to Benson. "Since you're now better, I decided that we should all take the night off and go bowling."

"Really? That's great Sir. Um… I'll get my things ready for tonight." Benson said as he headed upstairs to his room. When he got there, he closed the door and jumped with excitement. Though he went bowling many times, this night he was excited to go. Maybe because of the fact that his boss was actually treating him… nice and with respect. After he got his shirt and bowling stuff ready for tonight, Benson decided to lie down  on his bed… for a couple of minutes.

Lying on his bed, Benson thought about tonight, how much fun he'll have since he had been sick for a while. His mind was lost in his thoughts and little did he know he dozed off.

"Benson let's go! We're gonna be late!" Benson woke up to the sound of his boss yelling at him.

"Wha?" Benson quickly sat up in bed and looked at the clock. It was already 7:30 pm.

"I said move it!" Maellard yelled again as he made his way down stairs.

'Dang, I slept for so long,' Benson thought to himself as he put his bowling shirt on, grabbed his bowling things and rushed to Maellard's limo.

Finally at the bowling alley, everyone was having the time of their lives. Sometimes they do have bad nights at the bowling alley, but tonight they were having a good time. Mordecai and Rigby spiced it up by making fun of how each other bowl. Then it went to Muscle Man, High 5 Ghost, Benson… everyone except Pops since he's sensitive.

When they got home, Benson got ready for bed. He lied down and heard a knock on the door.

"Who?" Benson asked.

"Mr. Maellard. May I enter?"

"Yes, Sir."

Maellard entered Benson's room and sat on the foot of his bed.

"You had fun tonight?" Maellard asked.

"Yes, I had the best night. This was one of the nights I ever had fun bowling. I had to say this night was the best out of all."

"That's good. And you feel much better now right?"

"Yes, better than ever," Benson replied cheerfully.

"Well good!" Maellard said sounding like his normal bossy self again. "Because tomorrow, you're getting back to work. I don't think I could stay here much longer."

"I agree Sir… I know how you feel," Benson nodded, thinking about the various times Mordecai and Rigby had given him a hard time.

"Well then, get some sleep. A long day awaits for you tomorrow," Maellard said as he got up and shut the lights out. He was just about to close the door and exit till he was stopped by Benson, who called him.

"Sir?"

Maellard turned around. "What?"

"Thankyou… you know for helping me out when I sick…"

"No problem. You're my employee, it's my job to make sure you're well… or else the whole park would be destroyed." Maellard and Benson laughed a bit. "Well get to sleep now. Night Benson," Maellard concluded as he closed the door and exited the room.

"Good night," Benson whispered as he fell asleep.

The next morning, Benson was already back on his feet and back to work mode. Clip board in hand, Benson assigned each employee to a task. As usual, he left Mordecai and Rigby last.

"… and no slacking off or you're both FIRED!" Benson finished yelling at Mordecai and Rigby as he walked away.

"Yeah, it's good to have you back Benson," Mordecai said. He watched Benson get on the golf cart and drive away. After he drove off, Mordecai turned to Rigby and asked: "Wanna go play video games?"

"You bet," Rigby replied.

Benson sighed and smiled. "It's great to be back to work."

THE END