Pokemon Oneshot Drabbles - Sick

1. Introduction
"ACHOO!"

Blue smirked at the girl a year and a half younger than him. "Got a cold, ice girl?" She glared at him. "That is... ACHOO... not even... A-a-a-ACHOO... funny!"

He stifled a laugh. "It really is, actually- OW!" The female's Glaceon had just Ice Beam'd his foot, temporarily freezing it. "Can't you control your pokemon?! Arcanine, warm my foot up!"

It was Holly's turn to stifle a giggle as he shook his foot around. "I'm guessing... ACHOO... you shouldn't mess... ACHOO... with me, hu-ACHOO-h?"

The nineteen year old stopped and frowned at her. "It's your fault that your Glaceon is out to get me!" He retorted before going back to try to get Arcanine to thaw his foot out for the ice.

Holly turned to her pokemon and laughed. "Nice job, Natalia-a-a-ACHOO!"


2. Mythologyshipping
He had the flu, and it seemed like every fifteen minutes he needed to throw up. Morty was so grateful that his best friend was kind enough to care for him during this. Well, and Gengar comforting him.

He glanced up at a knock just before she walked in with a bowl of soup and some Sprite. "This stuff will help you, but only eat it if you think you can keep it down, alright?" She said. "DON'T eat it if you'll just throw up again."

"Fine..." He said, almost grudgingly. When she turned her back, he whispered near-silently to his pokemon. It grinned and bounced after the woman as she walked out.

Then there was a shout as she ran back into the room, clutching Morty's scarf. "Really? Are you trying to get me sick too?" The male simply smiled innocently. "No, of course not, Sylvia. I just want you to take care of it for me!" She nodded reluctantly. "Okay, I will..."

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"You were trying to get me sick and you know it." The woman accused the man beside her. "Well, yes. And it worked!" She frowned. "Morty, how is that supposed to help?" He leaned towards her. "Well, if we're both sick, then we can hug and kiss each other!" The woman just sighed as her friend made kissy faces towards her.


3. Casualshipping
"You are not leaving the bed, Gold. You'll get the pokemon sick if you keep trying to help me with the work." The boy made a pouty face toward his girlfriend. "But Lapis-" She interrupted him. "NO. No butting. And you can't kiss me either, because if I get sick who will take care of the pokemon? Now try to take a nap." She walked out.

Gold then pulled his Aipom from under the sheets. "Don't worry, you can keep me company," the sick male whispered to the pokemon.

"I heard that! Come here!" The Aipom, of course, ran out of the room.

He made one more pouty face before falling back from his sitting position. "Fine, I guess I have to go to sleep..."


4. Metaldragonshipping
"Oh! Stewie Rock is sick?" The short woman laughed, talking to the former champion's father just outside his room. "Well, yes, but-" Steven yelled from his room. "MY NAME IS NOT STEWIE, AND MY LAST NAME IS NOT ROCK!" "- he won't like you calling him by the wrong names." Zinnia just shrugged. "Can I go in and talk to him?" "Sure, but don't blame me if you catch his illness," Mr. Stone replied.

The short, rather messy-looking woman entered. "So, you caught a bit of a flu, or a cold?" The man just looked at her. "A mix between both of those..." She settled down on a chair and stuck her feet up on a nearby desk. "Nice job, Stephen."

"That is not my name, Zinnia..." He muttered. "Are you sure? Maybe it's Stuart."

"Ugh..." Steven just turned over and faced the opposite wall.

"Well then, be seeing you, as my grandma would say, silver-haired dreamboat." The male shoved his face into his pillow at that. 'Why does everybody call me something along the lines of that?'


5. Soulsilvershipping
"Silver! That's it! You are sick, and I'm not battling you right now, right now you're coming to the house I rented in Kanto, and you are going to lay down and rest!"

Silver rolled his eyes and coughed. "It's not like you can make me!"

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About an hour later, Silver was lying in bed with a Vaporeon staring him down from a chair set up in the corner of the room. If he so much as tried to get out of bed, it would spray water at his hair, and he rather hated it getting messy. "Ugh... pesky girl and her knowing how to get me to do things..."

Hazel entered the room with crackers. "Okay, now you can eat some of these. I also brought water bottles in case you cough while eating."

Silver sighed but glanced toward the food on the bed stand after the girl left. 'Well... maybe not as pesky as she could be...'