I'm posting this fanfic much sooner than I had intended to! I was planning to share this story much later on, but I kept going back to it and working on it, so here it is. I hope someone enjoys it.

This may not be my best one, but the idea lingered until I penned it down. Toys don't get sick the way we do, but I felt that this scenario was appropriately applicable. A rip could've easily been fixed by the toys' owners. I decided to put in this story an unseen, lingering problem that needs an expert medical opinion, toy-style, that is. I don't own Toy Story.

In most of my stories of the toys living with Bonnie after Toy Story3 (this is my first one), I pen down that Buzz and Jessie are married, even if they are toys.

Oh, yes. It mentions Woody and Dolly together, but only as friends. Nothing more, nothing less. Sorry, but personally, I'm not a Woody/Dolly fan. Though they are both capable leaders.

Bonnie had taken Woody and Dolly to daycare with her on this morning. Buzz was helping Totoro construct a make-shift cardboard playground for the 3 peas-in-a-pod and the green aliens who were all playing CANDYLAND in the hallway. Jessie was teaching Bullseye new tricks, just like a dog. Slinky, Trixie, Rex, and Buttercup were playing Hide-and-Seek. Chuckles was in solitude, reading a book. Hamm, Pricklepants, and the Potato Heads were discussing the cast for the next upcoming play.

Mitsy wasn't playing any games or reading a book the way she usually did. She was not having fun. She'd felt a sharp twinge in her side all morning. At first, she thought it was from the competitive relay races the toys had done last night or the tumble she'd taken on the floor during Bonnie's playtime, but she'd taken plenty of those. It had to be something else. She'd fallen and slept under the bed the night before. The little princess tried walking around, but it was painful. The more she moved, especially suddenly, the more it hurt. She'd have to sit down soon, but she realized that she needed help. None of the other toys noticed her because they were busy doing their own things. She passed Buttercup in the closet. "Butter..." She began.

"Shush, princess!" Buttercup whispered. "You'll give me away. Now git."

"But..."

"Go on." Buttercup insisted, and Mitsy sadly, painfully walked away. She peeked at the peas and aliens in the hallway.

"Uh, guys? Could you please..." Mitsy asked.

"We're playing." Peaty interrupted.

"I know, but..." the toys ignored her and played their game, so the princess trudged away toward the play experts. "Uhm, excuse me?"

"What do you want, Your Highness?" Hamm asked.

"I have a prob..." Mitsy began.

"If you've got a problem, don't tell us about it," Potato Head said. "We're having enough trouble as it is. My mind's filled to the brim."

"Aye." Mr. Pricklepants said. "Please, Your Highness. We are in the middle of trying to reach some very important choices. We shall be glad to assist you, however, after we have reached a sufficient selection."

"But, I...I need some hel..."

"Scat, Miss Dramatic." Potato Head snapped. "We're conducting business here." Mitsy's face grew sad and her lip quivered, so she walked away, holding her stomach. If Mrs. Potato Head had been around at that moment, she would've helped her, but the kind lady spud had briefly gone to the living room to fetch a book of Mrs. Anderson's that might help them make some final decisions. Finally, Mitsy had to sit down. She leaned miserably against the wall close to the bed, rubbing her stomach, and shifting positions, trying to get comfortable.

"Oh, Woody," Mitsy groaned. "Why did it have to be today? Why did you have to go to daycare today? I know that if you were here, you would help me!" Though in the back of her mind, she could recall times in the past when the cowboy had let things consume his mind and distract him too.

Someone? Please. I need help. Mitsy thought to herself.

"Good boy," Jessie cheered. "We'll show everybody tonight. You're a bright critter, you are. Come on." Bullseye followed her.

5 Minutes Later

"Oh, there you are!" Jessie exclaimed. "Whatcha doing, just sittin' there? The fellas are gonna play Freeze Tag. Ya wanna join?"

"No, thanks," Mitsy said dejectedly. That's the last thing I want to do right now.

"Aw, don't be an old stick in the mud. It'll be fun. Come on," Jessie said, oblivious to how uncomfortable the princess looked. She grabbed her and started to pull her away, fast.

"Jessie, no! I...ah! Oooowwww!" Mitsy moaned loudly and fell back, clutching her cotton body, looking very pained. Jessie let go and gasped in sad surprise. A wave of adrenaline rushed down her back. She had no idea exactly what had just happened, but she quickly rushed over and dropped to her knees at her friend's side. Mitsy's eyes were tightly closed and she was moaning, and still clutching her side. Jessie gingerly touched her arm.

"Oh, Mitsy! What's wrong? I'm sorry! Did I hurt you? Are you okay? What did I do? I'm so sorry!" Jessie wailed, her eyes wide with worry and concern. She was wringing her hands.

"No, Jessie, it...it isn't you," Mitsy moaned, opening her sad eyes. "I...it's just...my side's been hurting all day, and I can't understand why. And no one around here will listen to me. I tried to tell them, but they're all so busy."

Jessie felt horrible. "Oh, Mitsy. I'm so sorry! I didn't know," the cowgirl said sadly. "Is it bad? Where does it hurt? Is there anything I can do?" She helped Mitsy sit up against the wall.

"Right here. I feel like a sharp lead pencil or something is stabbing me inside. It hurts a lot."

"Does that hurt? Or this?" Jessie pressed a little with her hand on Mitsy's cloth tummy, where she said that her sore spot was. The princess winced and Jessie drew her hand back.

"Mm-hmm. Jessie, do you see anything sticking me? I can't tell," Mitsy grimaced.

"M mm. No, I don't. Mitsy, you stay right here. Try not to move. I'm going to go get some help!" Jessie stood up and started to leave.

"Oh, Jessie, please don't do that. I don't want all the other toys circling around, staring at me." Mitsy moaned. She did want someone to help her, but she really didn't want to face a big crowd right now.

"Humph. We'll see about that. I'm going to go get Buzz." And she skipped away.

"Buzz?" Mitsy groaned to herself. "There's not much that he can do." She tried to get in a more comfortable position, but it didn't work. "What is wrong with me?" Bullseye whined and nudged her face with his nose. She stroked his mane between his ears. "Oh, Bullseye, pal. Do you have any idea what's going on?" She asked the horse. He shrugged his shoulders and nuzzled her face again.

"Oh, what have I done?" Jessie asked herself miserably, as she hurried to find her dear, bright-minded Space Ranger. "Oh, Buzz. I hope you can do something! Where are you?" She hoped he wasn't playing hard to get with her again. Not today. I don't have time right now for that! Jessie thought, as she surveyed the room, trying to spot Buzz.

"Oh, Woody." Mitsy moaned. "How I wish you were here."

I felt bad for Jessie, and she shouldn't blame herself, yet I can just picture her doing it. But, being the caring friend that she is, it makes her more determined to help in whatever way she can.

Anyone have any theories to offer on what the cause is of our princess's trouble?