"Why are you still in bed?" Ken's soft voice could be heard from the doorway of your bedroom, a pouty quality to it that would usually make you smile. Your eyes briefly flickered to the digital clock on your bedside table. 2:00 PM, the neon green letters blinked at you, mocking you. It was unlike you to be in bed for so long... at least, that was what Ken thought. He frowns at the lump you create on the bed. "You said we'd go to the beach..."

Ken trails off when he sees you haven't moved an inch. An inkling of concern wiggles its way into his heart as he pushes away from the doorframe and approaches the bed, finding your head and kneeling on the floor beside the mattress, soft blue eyes trying to catch a peak at your expression. When all he sees are a pair of dull eyes looking forlornly away from him, he feels a sharp pang in his heart. Were you sick? Hurt? He was still learning about how humans operated, but this didn't seem like a normal cold he had seen you suffer from.

"What's wrong?" Ken frowns. This just wasn't you! Usually you'd be up, making lunch or joining in on one of his adventures, or showing him something new. Or giving him cuddles and kisses- his favorite thing to do, mind you. Instead, you had been in bed all day! Even Ken had gotten up before you! Reaching out, Ken gently brushes a strand of hair off your forehead.

"You're scaring me," He whispers, and that finally snaps you out of your trance. God, you can't stand how sad he sounds. How worried. You weren't used to someone caring about you, let alone checking up on you when you fell into one of these slumps. But Ken didn't know any better. He didn't know that sometimes your mind was at war with itself, a horrible numbness settling over you that made it feel like getting out of bed was impossible.

But Ken's eyes are watery and scared, and you feel horrible for making him worry. You should have known 'depression' wasn't something they had in Barbieland.