Ya, this was started by one of my friends who likes Light. She asked me to write it and make it pretty so...ya.
This was when Light got his memories back, but before L let him off the chain.

“L….L, I don’t feel good,” Light moaned waking up from his sleep on a couch. His head pounded and his body ached. It was as if someone hit him with a truck.
L looked over at Light obscurely following the chain that attached them together with his eyes. Light had been sleeping soundlessly on the couch, but now he seemed to be in pain almost. It was around seven in the morning, but L had been up for hours. Cake surrounded him, and he was wheeling in his swivel chair when Light awoke.
“You are not feeling good Light?” L asked picking up a fork and diving it into a piece of strawberry cake.
“Not at all,” Light moaned. This is not good. If I say something while I’m in this dazed state, L could use it against me later. Dam, why do I have to be sick? *Ugh* my stomach!
Light leaned over and threw up in a flower pot Misa had brought over to liven the place up. An awful taste was the after effect. Light moved his hand to wipe his mouth, but found that his muscles were tight and disorganized to where he could barely move.
“Light, “L started, “You look terrible. You must have a cold or something. I’ll call Watari and have him bring more blankets and soup. Which do you prefer chicken noodle or tomato? I prefer sugar soop. Hmm.” L walked slowly over and put his hand on Light’s head. “You have a fever.”
L called Watari and explained the situation. The couch was turned into a flat bed and sealed off from the rest of the headquarters by a plastic sheet. Against Light’s protests, Watari forced him to eat.
“I don’t think I can keep it down. Just let me sleep,” Light moaned.
“You need food to give you energy. At least drink some water Light,” Watari answered.
Light drank very little and ate about the same amount. His whole body was at war, and his mind was caught in the crossfire. Ryuk, Light thought, where is that blasted shinigami? I need him to get Misa. She can say that she needs to take care of me and then take a look at L’s name. *Ugh*
“Poor Light,” Matsuda said from behind the plastic sheet. Watari had forced the entire Task Force member to stay back away from Light. There was no reason to spread the illness around.
“Matsu…da, get me some…*cough* water please,” Light begged. Things were becoming out of focus now and his head begged the illness for mercy.
Finally Light went to sleep, but his pain did not stop there. It seemed that the spirits of all those that he had killed were back to haunt him. Fear gripped him, and he found himself screaming. Naomi Misora asked again and again why her fiancé had to die, and many other posed their own questions angrily. This must be hell. Light thought. Ryuk must have put my name in his Note and killed me. Dam him!
Later that day, Light’s fever broke, and he awoke. I fell asleep! Light thought. Did I say anything to give me away? What happened? I missed a whole day. This is bad! Light looked around and found that L was in a bed next to him.
“Light….” L said dazedly, “You gave me you illness. I hate you.”