Disclaimer: I don't own Arthur characters.
A/N: This is a short story based after the ending to the season seven episode Is There A Doctor In The House?. D.W. may be slightly OOC considering how much of a brat she is in the show; but, I made her more mature for the purpose of this story.
After taking care of his parents while they were sick; Arthur caught their bad cold. He was stuck up in bed; littered tissues were all over his bed and he had glasses of water and juice on his bedside table. D.W. came in with another glass of orange juice and a new box of tissues. The boy gratefully took the items from the 4 year old.
"Thanks D.W.," Arthur said.
D.W. shrugged.
"Even though we may fight a lot; but, that doesn't mean I hate you," D.W. admitted.
Arthur smiled despite how sick he was. He started to drink his juice and then set the glass on his bedside table.
"I'm kinda tired; would you mind leaving so I could get some sleep?" Arthur asked.
"Okay; see you later," D.W. told him.
Arthur got back under the covers and took his glasses off and fell asleep. D.W. was watching tv quietly downstairs when David and Jane came downstairs to the livingroom. They couldn't help but notice how helpful she was being for Arthur.
"Your mother and I are proud of you D.W.; you have come a long way since last year; we heard how you were trying to make Arthur comfortable and how you helped him look after us when we first got sick," David commented.
D.W. turned her head towards her parents and smiled.
"Thanks; Arthur and me may fight a lot; but, he's family and families look out for each other," D.W. said.
"Sounds like you were listening to us after all; anyway; your dad and I feel much better; you can have the rest of the day off to do what you want and we'll take over," Jane replied.
D.W. was happy to hear that; although she loved playing Nurse.
"We'll let you get back to your show; we just wanted to say how proud we are of you," David said.
David and Jane walked out of the room and to the kitchen.
D.W. smiled and went back to watching tv.