Poor Princess Buttercup

I know, my poor girls and this time I actually mean her. She came home on Monday and laid down on the couch complaining of a headache. I thought the bus ride and thought of homework did it to her, so I let her lay down while I finished making granola bars. When I finally came over to take a look at her, she was beet red and hot. Poor kid. It's been a couple of weeks since Fiona was sick, but whatever this is has been making its way through the school system.
So, she stayed home yesterday and seemed to be recovering rather well. She had a bit of a sniffle and a slight fever, but I figured she would probably be at school today. Last night at 4am she wakes me up. She's tearful and worried about puking. Swell. She apologizes profusely for waking me up, I am sure it's because she's heard me nagging her sister. I told her this is exactly when I should be woken up. I gave her all sorts of medicine and finally got her to go back to bed. But this morning, she was 102.5 and not going to school again.
I hate how much pressure the schools down here put on the kids. She's worried about missing these couple of days. Not to mention, she says some of her friends haven't been feeling well, but they have been worried about the tests and projects they are doing this week and so they didn't want to miss any school. Thanks. Appreciate that. Buttercup hardly ever gets sick. She didn't get it from Fiona because it's been 2 weeks.
Buttercup has been enjoying the special treatment, usually reserved for Fiona. That's one thing, if you never get sick, you never get special treatment. Unless you are a mom and you never get special treatment anyway. I hope I don't get this. Like I said, there wouldn't be any special treatment, just a trashed house and no food awaiting me when I recovered. Keep your fingers crossed for me.
Oh, and if she misses tomorrow, I have to take her to get a doctor's note....so I don't get into trouble. Like there is anything the doctor can do for her.