Welcome to the fan fiction! This idea came to mind for some reason, but that's usually with almost every idea I have! They are still pretty good, but I feel like some details are missing sometimes. Maybe I should read more books than fan fiction…?

Anyway, this idea had me using Google to find out symptoms for chicken pox (mostly early symptoms). Here's the worse part: it was adult chicken pox. That meant I had to look at the differences between child and adult chicken pox, and luckily they are only worse (no new symptoms). Wait, worse? Well, this is a fan fiction, so it won't matter. I hope you enjoy (and you're not sick of my sick fics, no pun intended).

Once apon a time, or any time after Dream Team, Dreambert invited some Pi'illos to stay at the castle for a few days. He was feeling a bit lonely at the castle without any Pi'illos around, and the tourists taking pictures of him were not helping. At dinner time one day, they ate at the big dinner table together.

The dinner table had chairs that had cushions matching the color of the pillows on their head. On the dinner table was a large, long and white table cloth that had a dinner that you would see on Thanksgiving. The Pi'illos were chatting and eating, except for one of them. Bedsmith was just playing with his food with his fork as he gazed at them drowsily.

"Bedsmith, do you like the food?" asked Dreambert, even if he would say yes no matter if he liked it or not, "The chefs are wonderful"

Bedsmith only nodded and murmured something in response. The Pi'illos started to sense something was wrong, but they tried to ignore the feeling.

"It's odd that you're so silent and tired today," noted Eldream, "You would usually want to nap on Dreambert, but you don't want to"

"He also hasn't ate much today," added a pink Pi'illo, now showing his concern, "Do you think he's OK?"

Everyone glanced at Bedsmith, but that glance turned into a worried gaze as they thought about it some more. They knew something was wrong, but they didn't know what.

"Bedsmith, tell me, are you OK?"

Instead of answering the Pink Pi'illo, he swayed back and forth for a second. After that second, his head fell into his food and moaned in response.

"Bedsmith!" Dreambert exclaimed as he ran toward the Pi'illo. He grabbed the back of his head and pulled it up so he could see his face. He then put his hand on his forehead and discovered he had a fever. "Oh no…"

"What is it, Prince Dreambert?" asked Eldream.

"He has a high fever. Are there any doctors that can help him at the moment?"

"I spotted no tourist doctors, and we don't have Pi'illo doctors, so that's a no," answered the Blue Pi'illo.

"OK, then we need to see if he's very sick ourselves," he said as he tried to carry Bedsmith in his arms. He had to clean the mashed potatoes off of his face, but he would do it later. What really mattered was if Bedsmith was OK or if it was something worse.

"Bedsmith, did you feel hungry?" he asked as he was trying to get used to carrying Bedsmith's weight.

"Not really…Bedsmith…is…tired…"

"How much did you eat?"

Bedsmith was trying to open his eyes, but he felt tired. It was as if his body really wanted to fight something in his body and it was trying to do what was best for the battle. He still had to answer him, though.

"Not much...maybe a few things…" he yawned.

When Dreambert successfully felt like he could carry him to another room, he nodded and took a few steps. "I'll take Bedsmith to another room. Please stay here until I need help"

Everyone else nodded as he carried Bedsmith to his other bed in his bedroom. As he was walking to his room, Eldream thought of something important to ask.

"Do you think the illness is contagious?"

The Pi'illos looked at each other with concern until a Pink Pi'illo spoke up.

"I'll go with Dreambert and make sure it's not contagious. We don't want our prince getting sick,"

"But what if it's deadly?" asked a Blue Pi'illo, "You might be risking your life!"

"But I must do it! What if this starts a whole epidemic? It might be like that one tale the Mario Brothers told us, except it isn't caused by mushrooms, I think…"

"Also, I'm pretty sure we won't swell up and have some fortune teller create a cure he named after himself!" the Blue Pi'illo said sarcastically, "Seriously, we don't know what illness it is. It could be any illness, even the Blobs…"

"Blorbs. It's Blorbs," corrected the Mega Pi'illo, "The Mario Brothers told me I looked like a Pi'illo with the Blorbs once! I don't think that was a compliment"

"Look, I'll just go up there and risk my life. You guys just stay here while I sacrifice myself and my self-esteem in case I'm like those Toads. Even if my self-esteem gets very low and I must see that fortune teller, I will still remember you guys. I will be a brave Pink Pi'illo despite looking like a girl, but that doesn't matter. I will do this for the kingdom and the whole Pi'illo population. I will now go to save all of you guys and the kingdom. Wish me good luck,"

The Pink Pi'illo flew to Dreambert's room while the other Pi'illos clapped for his speech. A tear even came out of the Mega Pi'illo's eye.

"He grows up so fast, just like me,"

All the Pi'illos stared at him with a surprised expression. They took it the wrong way instead of what he meant.

At Dreambert's room, Dreambert carefully put Bedsmith in the white bed. The white bed was like the normal guest beds, but it was the only one next to Dreambert's bed. The bed did want Bedsmith to nap on Dreambert a bit, but he was too tired to leap onto him and chase him. Also, he felt sick, but he wasn't going to throw up.

"We need to get some food in your stomach. Do you think it can accept anything now?"

Bedsmith was trying to fall asleep in his bed, so he ignored him. Dreambert didn't know this, so he repeated what he was saying.

"I said, 'We need to get some food in your stomach. Do you think it can accept anything now?'"

He still ignored Dreambert, but the prince was starting to notice. He looked into his closed eyes and felt sorry for him. It wasn't his fault he was sick and tired. He was just trying to get rid of the virus in his body.

When Dreambert was about to say something, the Pink Pi'illo flew next to him. He was going to tell him about what the Pi'illos were so worried about.

"We don't know if this disease is contagious or not. Do you feel different in any way? You know, you're very tired, you feel hot from that fever…"

"I don't think I'll catch it. I'm very careful about things like that. Also, Bedsmith might just have the flu or some bug,"

Instead of successfully reassuring the Pink Pi'illo, he did the opposite effect: making him even more worried.

"Dreambert, the keyword is 'might'. We don't know what he has, and getting close to him like this isn't helping!"

Dreambert felt like he needed to wake up Bedsmith to prove he didn't carry a bad disease. He leaned close to Bedsmith and carefully shook his body to wake him up.

"Dreambert…"

"This Pink Pi'illo is worried you don't have some flu or something. He's worried that it's contagious and deadly, so what do you think you…"

He was interrupted by Bedsmith, who was about to sneeze. Unfortunately, it was aimed for their faces.

"Ah, ah, ah…"

The Pink Pi'illo tried to make Dreambert take a step back, but it was too late. Bedsmith sneezed at them, but no snot came out. It was just a regular sneeze.

"Bedsmith, you know the rule we've learned a week ago. Always cover your mouth when you sneeze," reminded Dreambert.

"Sorry, Prince Dreambert…" he sniffed.

Dreambert took off his goggles and placed them on his bed. He then checked his forehead to see if the fever has gone down, even if he didn't place a washcloth on it.

"Prince, our best bedsmith is manageable to be without for a few days, but a prince is another story,"

Dreambert took his hand off of Bedsmith's forehead and responded, "Yes, but if anyone's sick in this kingdom, we're doomed. Maybe you should leave, prince's orders"

"But…"

"Prince's orders! No excuses!"

Occasionally, Dreambert would yell at someone if he was treated unfairly or, on rare occasions, didn't have the freedom a prince should have. In this case, it was the rare latter.

The Pink Pi'illo leaved the room, feeling concerned about the prince. He couldn't just do nothing about it, but he had no choice. He would have to wait until tomorrow and tell the Pi'illos about Dreambert and Bedsmith's condition.

The next day, Bedsmith slowly woke up in his bed. He didn't feel much better, but he felt a little less tired because he had a long rest. However, he felt something else wrong with him. His arm was itchy, so he decided to scratch it to get rid of the itch. It didn't work, so he scratched some more. When he looked at his arm to see what was going on, he was shocked. Red bumps were all over his arm. He observed the other parts of his body and also saw red bumps in those areas. Shocked, he called Dreambert's name.

"Dreambert!" he called. There was no answer from his bed, so he called over and over again. "Dreambert, Dreambert, Dreambert!"

After using his sore throat to call several times, Dreambert woke up and sat up groggily. He gazed at Bedsmith and saw the bumps all over his body.

"I've got itchy spots all over me!" he exclaimed.

He blinked slowly in response. Wondering why he wasn't really speaking, he asked, "Why are you so silent?"

The Pink Pi'illo was right to be worried, because the answer proved the disease was contagious.

"I don't feel so good…"

So, the Pi'illos were right? Dreambert caught the chicken pox! Well, at least, an early sign of it. If anyone, and I mean anyone, wants to do a fanfiction where Luigi either gets the chicken pox, appendicitis, or a broken bone, please do that. Yankeegal13 wants me to do that, and I did a flu one for her already. I think it's time for you guys to do the other three. We could all be like legendary Pokemon and we could be the, "Sick Four"! Wait, what if we were legendary Pokemon, like a new Pokemon? I would be Madz the Penguin, and I could have the move Sickie Thoughts! That would be so cool…

Two Hours later…

and then Dreambert can be Link, Bedsmith can be Zelda, and Starlow can be Spryte! You know, like in the Legend of Zelda show…oh! I almost forgot you guys were there! How long did I keep you waiting? Two hours? I have a lot on my mind tonight. I hope you enjoy the new fan fiction I'm doing!