Vision's POV

We arrived home at precisely 5:24 in the evening.  I pulled the house key from my pocket to unlock the door, but found it already unlocked.  Wanda frowned as she pushed it open and I followed her inside. 

"Did you forget to lock it this morning?"  she asked.  I scanned my memories, but could not recall locking the front door as we left. 

"Yes, I seem to have not done that,"  I said slowly.  It was odd of me to forget.  I was supposed to remember everything.  Maybe I was becoming more human.  Forgetting to do things was a common human trait, I was certain.  "It does not seem that anyone broke in, though."  The house was exactly as it had been when we left.  Wanda seemed to relax at that and shrugged. 

"I'm going to change,"  she said.  I nodded and shut the front door as we both walked all the way inside. 

I immediately went into the kitchen to begin making the grilled cheese sandwiches while Wanda disappeared into the bedroom.  She entered the kitchen five minutes later and immediately went to the medicine cabinet.  I frowned as she searched for something.  Surely the rain had not caused her to get sick.  I thought heating her back up after getting wet would prevent any chances of her getting a cold. 

"What's wrong?"  I asked.  She grabbed the medicine she needed and I realized it wasn't cold medicine, but ibuprofen.  I happened to know it was not her time of the month and became even more troubled as to what could be wrong. 

"Nothing,"  she dismissed, returning the bottle to the cabinet and getting a glass of water.  "I just have a headache."  She tossed two pills into her mouth and downed them with water.  "How is dinner coming along?"  she asked, peering over my shoulder into the frying pan.  I had two sandwiches cooking, but they were only halfway done. 

"It will be at least another six minutes,"  I told her.  "It will take four to brown the other side and possibly two minutes for them to cool down so you will not burn your mouth."  Wanda smiled and kissed my cheek before walking out of the kitchen. 

Just as I had predicted, six minutes later the sandwiches were perfect and I went to go find Wanda.  She was in the bedroom, laying on the bed and rubbing her temples.  I recognized it as a sign of pain and walked over to the bed. 

"Are you sure you're okay?"  I asked.  She sat up and nodded. 

"I'm just tired,"  she answered.  I held out my hand to help her up and she took it.  I led her into the kitchen and she sat down in front of her grilled cheese sandwich.  The entire time we ate, Wanda didn't say anything.  I could tell something was bothering her, but I couldn't pick up on anything other than the headache she had previously mentioned.  Perhaps she was getting sick.  Lack of sleep and exposure to rain would cause her immune system to go down which could make her sick. 

When we had both finished dinner, I took her plate to the sink to wash it.  She didn't get up right away, staring at the table blankly.  I put the plates in the sink then returned to her, holding out my hand for her to take.  She slowly turned to look at me with confusion evident on her face. 

"Go to bed,"  I told her, pulling her to her feet.  She stumbled only a little and my concern grew.  "I fear you are getting sick."  She gave a small smile and I kissed her briefly.  "I will clean the dishes then join you,"  I promised.  She nodded and I watched her walk off into the bedroom. 

I hurried to wash the dishes.  I usually enjoyed taking my time and washing each plate until it was perfectly clean, but tonight I hurried through them.  I made sure each was still perfectly clean, I just moved quickly and finished them in seven minutes.  I dried my hands once I was finished, leaving the dishes out to dry instead of hand drying them, then turned off the kitchen and dining room lights.  I flicked off the light in the living room and walked into the bedroom. 

Wanda was laying on the bed, already changed into her pajama shorts and long sleeved shirt.  The lamp was the only light on and she had her arm draped over her eyes to block out the light.  I changed quickly then climbed onto the bed beside her.  I turned off the lamp then turned on my side to look at Wanda.  She shifted so she could curl up beside me and I pulled the cover up to her shoulders.  She didn't say anything and I didn't either.  I wondered if she would be able to fall asleep faster because she was getting sick or if her headache would prevent her from sleeping.  After an hour, though, she was fast asleep and I was left to either sleep myself or remain awake.