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[The video opens showing Mikey laying on his bed looking rather sick. The personhood started up the video was obviously Leader as she was staring at the camera. She looked a bit worried.]

Hello everyone this is Leader. I'm sending out a video because Nike is sick right now, we don't know what he has it doesn't seem like it's a cold or flu. If there's anybody who cannot figure this out to please let me know.

Bud I dold you, I'm not dad sick.

Yes you are now stand that bed, or I'll find somebody to keep you there.

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[And the message earns the two Digimon one worried older brother of the sick teenager.]

He's WHAT?! Leader, Leormon, what happened?! Did he stay out too late in the snow again?!

[And from nearby Paolo, who is again a Kamemon, can be heard groaning.]

Just when I started to think that things could be normal again. Of course not...

I'm not sure, he didn't stay out too long, not like before, and he wasn't even that wet or cold when we got back. He said he wasn't feeling all that good after dinner and went to bed early. This morning he was all out sick. He has a fever and sneezes with a stuffy nose, but no nausea... and he said his head and chest feel sore, but he said 'not like when I'm sick', so I don't know what that means.

[Mikey heard that voice and seemed to perk up slightly, trying to roll so he could get to the D-Stream.]

Paolo, izzat you? You bag to normal now?

Hey there crazy one! Yep, I'm back! Donnie figured out how to get that D-Stream to Digivolve me after he talked to you yesterday. Thank goodness, I can talk again!

Hmm... cold symptoms, no nausea, head and chest pain... none of that sounds like a normal bug. Normally that only happens due to a huge amount of stressed caused by something like lack of sle-.

[And then he stopped talking, looking like a bag of rocks just hit him. His eyes then narrowed as he reached to the side and grabbed his crutches before slowly getting up.]

Give me a few minutes, I'll be right over with my medical kit to tell you exactly what's wrong.

Ooh~! Sounds like someone's gonna get it, huh crazy one?

Whd am I da crazy one?

[Or... scratch that question, Mikey's gonna worm his way down into his blanket so that just a little bit of his face is visible, thanks to that narrowed look.]

I was hoping you would know, Mikey keeps telling me there's nothing wrong... but he's sick so something must be.

[And Paolo's last comment possibly goes unresponded to, except for a small squeak... that could have just been Mikey trying to breath through his nose.]

Oh I know what's wrong alright. Give me a little bit and I'll be right there to help you with him. Especially since I know how hard it is to take care of Mikey when he's sick. [Sometimes it could be a nightmare] So I'll see you in about... 8.5 minutes.

[He then signed off. And exactly eight minutes and five seconds later, there was a knock on the door.]

Edited 2013-12-31 05:02 (UTC)

Thank you I will be waiting.

[Leader was there at the door when Donnie knocked. She opened the door and gestured straight to Mikey's room.

Mikey himself had fully covered himself from head to toe with his blanket, looking a little bit like a giant caterpillar on his bed.]

[He gave Leader a hi before entering and heading for hos brother's room. Paolo and Arte, the latter holding the medical kit, were with him. The genius walked into the room and saw Mikey under his blanket. He sighed.]

Does he always do that when he's sick?

Oh trust me, you haven't seen the worst of it. [He went over and grabbed the blanket, giving it a tug.] Alright Mikey, you know why I'm here and what's about to happen. So get out of there and lets get it over with.

[Mikey held on tight to his blanket, curling up a bit more.]

I donb wanna.

[Mikey sounded more six than sixteen, his voice muffled and whiney from under the blanket.]

Mikey, please come out... you're worrying me.

[That seemed to get a reaction as the blanket shifted a bit and Mikey's head poked out.]

[An the second that the head poked out, Donnie took the kit from Arte and shoved a thermometer into Mikey's mouth.]

Now keep that in there until it beeps while I check the rest of you. [He then pulled out a magnifying glass] Hmm... [Used the glass to check the eyes] Ah-ha... [Feels the forehead] Mmmhmm... [Looks over the rest of the teen] Hmm... [Pulls back] Yep, he's sick.

...no. You don't say?

Do you know what's wrong with him?

As a matter of fact, yes I do. Which reminds me, can you all leave the room for a few minutes? Mikey and I need to have a little family talk.

[And he threw the younger teen a stern look, one that clearly meant that he knew exactly what was wrong.]

Edited 2014-01-06 00:05 (UTC)

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