In a cozy cottage in Hyrule, Vio sat on his bed reading. "Ah-Ah-Achoo!" He wiped his nose with his sleeve and attempted to wipe the slime off the pages of his book.
"No more reading, Vio," said Red taking the book from him and wiping the pages with a damp cloth.
"Oh, come on, Red! It's at the good part," sniffled Vio through a stopped-up nose.
"Sorry, you need your rest," said Red as he pulled the covers up and Vio slid underneath them. "I'll read it to you later when you wake up." Vio nodded weakly and closed his eyes.
Red walked over to the next bed. "What do you think you're doing? Get back in bed!" shouted Red as he watched Green pull his boots on.
"I've got work to do. I can't just lay here all day!" Green coughed. "The princess needs me to go over the plans for the festival. We need to strategize where to place guards for…what are you doing?"
Red had his hand against Green's forehead. "Checking for fever. A-n-d, you have one. You aren't going anywhere!"
"But the plans!"
"We'll go over them later, and I will make sure the guards carry out your orders. Right now, we need to get your fever down." Green sighed as he plopped back on the bed. Red pulled Green's boots off and placed a cool cloth on his head. He proceeded to the next bed. Blue laid there staring at the ceiling in a daze.
"How are you feeling?" asked Red checking his forehead.
"I'm going to die," mumbled Blue.
Red rolled his eyes. "Do you think you can eat some soup? I have a nice big bowl of…"
Blaaah! Blue vomited in the bucket beside his bed. "Please," Blue paled, "Don't mention food."
"I'll just get you another bucket," said Red sheepishly.
"Thanks," muttered Blue. "How is it that you're not sick?"
"I don't know?" Red shrugged his shoulders. "Maybe I'm just super healthy. I do eat lots of carrots and potatoes and…"
Blaaah!
"Oh, sorry! Um, I'll be back with that bucket!"
Red shut the door behind him and leaned against it.
"Everything okay, Son?" questioned Father climbing up the stairs. "Are your brothers giving you a hard time?"
"Dad, how long does the Hylian flu last?"
"Depends on the patient. You're doing a great job taking care of them. I'm sure they appreciate…appreciate…achoo!"
"Oh, no! Not you too!" Red opened the door to their bedroom. "Come on, Dad. You can have my bed."
"But I…"
"No buts! Move it!"