Not small sickness. Part 1
So my brian thought up this story rudely when I was trying to sleep, so of course, I wrote it.
Picket heard a cough from behind him, he turned to the source of the noise, Smalls. “You okay?” he asked the prince.
“(Cough) “y-yeah, im fine” Smalls responded. Picket wasn't convinced, Smalls looked awful, in fact, Picket remembered Smalls had been closed off a lot more recently. “Is he getting sick?” Picket thought “You don't look too good” Picket said restarting the conversation
“I said I'm fine, Picket” Smalls coughed again. “Suuurrreee,” Picket put his arm around Smalls “Well lets take you to the hospital anyways”
“D-don't need it” Smalls protested.
“Then you wouldn't mind a little visit just to be sure” Picket was trying to stay calm and reasonable but the prince's stubbornness was proving hard to deal with.
“I-i'm fin–! Smalls collapsed at that very moment, cutting his sentence off. “Smalls!” Picket panicked, what was wrong with Smalls?! They were still a while away from any safe location, the nearest warren had to be at least a mile, but he couldn't just leave Smalls hidden in some bushes or a tree, if he was found, he couldn't protect himself. So Picket made a decision, he lifted the Prince up and began to run, “thank you Helmer for the training” he thought, Picket knew he wouldn't be able to carry Smalls otherwise, He headed for Halfwind.
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Heather was just finishing up wrapping an injured rabbit's arm when her brother ran in shouting. “Help! He fainted! And I think he's very sick!” in his arms was a little white rabbit.
“What happened!?” Emma responded before Heather could, she was in shock, Smalls looked terrible!
“We were coming back from scouting a-and he was coughing and t-then he just collapsed!” Picket said.
Heather found her voice “Go get Uncle Wilfred, he might know what is wrong with Smalls!... assuming Smalls didn't hide it from him” Heather grabbed Smalls's wrist as she watched Picket bounce away.
“Pulse slow.” Heather said “Not good, and he's burning up!” “We need an ice pack!” Heather shouted at a hospital assistant, then she turned to Emma “Any idea what's wrong?” She asked.
“Not sure, but it seems like some kind of very high fever” Emma took the ice pack from the assistant and put it on Smalls's head right as Picket came back with Wilfred and Helmer.
“What happened" Helmer was the first to ask.
“He has an extremely high fever” Emma said. “Did you happen to know about this?” She asked Wilfred.
“No, Smalls's has a habit of hiding his health from me, I have no idea why”
“Well then, we just have to figure it out” Emma began pushing the bucks out the hospital “We need no distractions” then she addressed Picket “Keep an eye on your Uncle, he will be worried sick” “Yes ma'am” Picket replied.
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"Pacing isn't going to help him Wilfred” Helmer said, he was getting tired of the grey rabbits shuffling.
“I'm aware! But I can't do anything else until I know he's going to be okay!” Wilfred said.
At that moment Emma walked in carrying a clipboard. “He is stable, for now.” She said,
“Is he awake?” Picket asked the question before Wilfred could.
“No, but we think we know what's the problem.” Heather said joining the conversation, Wilfred's ears perked up. “What is it?” Picket could see the fear in his eyes.
“We think it's a rare disease, last seen during Whitson Mariners time” Emma said.
“Ok,” Helmer began, “Is there a cure?” “Yes.” Heather said, but Picket noticed she didn't look relieved one bit.
“Then, what's the problem?” Picket asked.
“The only rabbits who were known to have the cure, is either dead or the only possible alive one is..." she paused "....locked under Morbin's rule…” Emma said. Everyone could feel the weight of that sentence, they had no way to help Smalls unless someone could get into First Warren.
Which everybody knew would be basically impossible.
“Then, what do we do?” Helmer asked “It's not like we can just walk in and say hi.”
Picket saw his uncle perk up again.
“That's it!” Wilfred exclaimed. “Walk in and say hi?” Picket asked. “No, little one,” Wilfred began, although Picket could tell whatever he was about to say next wasn't what anyone wanted to hear.
“We could send in a volunteer to be a slave and later find out how to break them out.”
“And who would be stupid enough to agree to that?” Helmer asked.
“.....Me...."
“WHAT!?!”
The group couldn't believe what they were hearing.
“Uncle, you can't be serious!” Heather
“Are you insane?! Helmer yelled.
“Why would you do that?! Picket asked.
Then, came the question Wilfred didn't wanna hear. “So you would leave Smalls?” Emma asked.
“What other choice do we have?” Wilfred said. “I don't know! Find a way to sneak in?!” Emma said.
“That's not reliable.” Wilfred said.
Heather jumped in “So what happens when we heal Smalls and then he starts asking where you are?!”
Wilfred paused for a while. “I-I don't know, he's a grown buck…he can handle it.” Wilfred said. The group could tell that was a lie. Then Picket spoke up. “There has to be another way! We aren't sending you into Morbin's grasp!”
“I don't think there is another way…” Wilfred said sadly.
“There has to be!” Picket began to cry “What about Smalls!? He wouldn't want you to leave! And me! What about me?! I don't want you to leave either!” Picket was shouting loudly, Helmer rose from his seat and offered a hug to Picket, Picket jumped into the hug and sobbed louder. “DON'T LEAVE!!!” He cried. “I'm sorry son, I don't know another way." Wilfred's sad face turned more serious. “And I will not let Smalls die.”
Part 2. Masterpost.
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