One Sick And Overdosed Dog (Chase and Marshall)

Marshall walked into the base of the lookout carrying a bowl of warm soup when he saw his boyfriend, a German Shepard all wrapped up in a coccon of blankets. He laughed gently, being careful not to spill the soup. He almost did, though, so he had to put the bowl down at the ground. Being accident prone has it's limits, after all.

"Chase? I made soup for you! " All that came out of the coccon was a groan. Marshall laughed again, "Come on Chase don't you want to get better? " He heard a sigh before Chase wiggled his front paws out of the blankets. Chase had a huge bed head, and looked tired and sick to no end.

"Thanks Marshall" He sniffed, it smelled like noodle soup, his favourite. He slowly lapped up the warm broth, all while trying to breathe through his stuffed nose.

"Does Ryder have any missions for you guys?"

"No, most of them happen in the afternoon, right? And even so, you're too sick to go."

"But it's just a-ACHOO! cold!"

"Doesn't look like just a cold from the sound of it. I think it's a fever."

"And how do you know that, Mister smarty pants?"

"I'm also our EMT, remember?"

"Nope."

"I think the syrup that you took before are making you groggy, maybe the date is expired? Skye really doesn't know her meds. I'll go get a new prescription from the doctor and you stay put, okay?"

"It's not like I could go anywhere." He said grumpily.

"That's a good boy!" Marshall cooed. Chase just glowered at him.

"Love you Chase!"

"Love you Marshall..." And Marshall walked out of the lookout, carrying the now empty bowl. Soon after, you could hear a crash and a few "I'm okay's" being said. Chase smiled. Having his sweet and adorable boyfriend care for him was gave him a warm feeling, kind of like when Marshall hugs him.

Since he was a German Shepard and Marshall a Dally, they were almost the same height and size, with Chase being more muscular. He was the traditional German Shepard, with brown fur over his body and the crown of his head while his underbelly and face and a light tan colour. Marshall, however, was a bit different from the normal Dally. Sure, he did have black spots sprinkled over his white fur (Which was nearly impossible to wash dirt out of) but what made him stand out from the other Dalmatians is that he had blue eyes, not brown. He was teased because of it when he was younger, and him being the runt of his pack didn't help either. So his parents had given him to Ryder, hoping he could solve the little Dalmatian's insecure problems. Ryder had ended up getting another puppy, Chase himself, to try and help Marshall come out of his shell. He remembered the first time that he went to the lookout when he saw he Marshall he thought, 'wow, what a pretty pup!'. But as soon as Marshall saw Chase, he ran away from him and hid somewhere. After a few weeks of Chase being considerate and gentle, Marshall would finally play with him. Chase was so happy, he finally got his best friend to open up! Things only got better from there. He went from the shy, insecure pup Chase knew before to the bright, happy, scartastic and a little bit clumsy dog that Chase loved now.

Looking around,he saw nothing that he could do to entertain himself now that Marshall had gone to the doctor. I guess I could sleep….. He thought to himself, but he had been half doing that for the last few hours. He felt so uncomfortable, with a stuffy nose, overheated body but he apprently had to stay warm with blankets covering him. Not to mention he had a nagging headache in the back of his head too. It seems like he was always the one getting sick, always the one Marshall wouldn't stop fussing over. He didn't mind that, the last one, but the first one gets really annoying sometimes. Like back when they we're younger and performing a play Chase had a cold and a sore throat, so he couldn't play his part as King Arthur and Marshall filled in for him. It was enjoyable watching Marshall perfrom, but not as fun as really performing.

"ACHOO! " Chase sneezed a big one, almost knocking himself over, he felt so weak, not the strong Chase he was. He had to get better soon, or his dignity will be gone. Looking around, he saw a pink medicine bottle on the table close to him. He inched forward, still in his coccon of blankets. When he got to that red table, he popped his two front paw out and looked at the medicine more carefully.

COLD AND FEVER SYRUP FOR DOGS DRINK TWO SPOONFULS ONLY TAKE EVERY THREE HOURS IF FEELING WORSE EXPIRATION DATE: 05/08/2016 DO NOT DRINK IF EXPIRED. PATIENT MAY GO CRAZY.

In Chase's still groggy mind from that medicine three hours ago, this is what he saw of that label:

COLD AND FEVER SYRUP FOR DOGS DRINK TWO SPOONFUL MIN. TAKE EVERY THREE HOURS IF FEELING HORSE EXPERIENCE DATE: 08/05/2016 DO NOT DRINK IF EXCITED. PATIENCE WILL GO CRAZY

"This label is really weird."he said out loud, "But oh well, at least it will make me feel better. " And he drank the last four spoonfuls down. Feeling satisfied, Chase lied down and started to nap, but his eyes shot open playfully again.

Marshall had just said goodbye to Dr. Wilde when he saw his pup tag flash. With a smile, he answered it. "Hello? "

"Hi Marsh! " Marshall could hear Chase maniacally laughing before saying, "hope you come home soon! " Then Chase cut off the connection. Huh? Now Marshall was confused, what just happened there? Chase is usually one serious pup, and that little conversation changed how Marshall thought of him completely, from a sweet but sometimes serious pup to a pup that sounds like he was on drugs or at least had banged his head a few times. "Don't go crazy without me Chase, I have your meds, and you'll feel better in no time! " He mumbled as he picked up the small brown paper bag that contained the not expired cough syrup. He dashed around the legs of people walking about in adventure bay, and started to run to the lookout, now straight in front of him.

When Marshall finally got to the lookout he glanced around carefully before coming to the fact that everybody else was still doing the mission. He didn't tell Chase that they left in the morning because he didn't want him to feel bad that he wasn't helping. He walked into the lookout, head moving back and forth searching for Chase. "CHASE! Where are you? "Marshall yelled.

"OVER HERE! WHY ARE WE YELLING?" Chase yelled. Marshall trotted over to the pup pup boogie room and saw the strangest of sights; Chase, wearing a bunny costume and hopping around the room. "Chase! What are you doing?! "

"Being a bunny" Chase tilted his head as he did so, thinking it was obvious. He hopped around some more, and started to sniff around, his nose twitching like a bunny's.

"But why? Are you crazy? "

"Maybe. " Chase said, smiling crazily at Marshall, who just stared back. 'How can he be so handsome yet so crazy? 'He wondered to himself. Shaking his head, a disturbing thought just occurred to him. "Chase? What did you drink? "

"The cough syrup that Skye gave me, why are you asking so many questions? My brain starting to hurt. "

Marshall slapped his paw to his forehead. How can Chase so stupid? He told Chase not to drink it if it was expired, and yet he did it anyways! Well, there was no point getting mad at Chase, he was drunk on meds and hopping on a table at the moment. "Chase, what in the world are you doing!? "

"Preparing to fly." Chase said calmly. Marshall wanted to strangle him right now. He was going to get himself killed if he jumped off that high table, he had no idea how Chase managed to get up there in the first place. Forcing calm into his voice, he said sweetly, "Chase, sweetheart, please come down to me? And don't just jump off, I know you got up there a different way." In Chase's semi drugged mind, a question popped in his head. Sweetheart? Marshall never calls him that, only Chase or Chasie. He slowly headed down the boxes behind the table and walked in a zig zag line towards Marshall.

"Good boy! Now sit" Marshall smiled again, knowing that Chase was like putty in his paws now after he had called him sweetheart. Neither of them said words like that yet, afraid to lose what they loved because of something they said. Now Marshall had broken the barrier, and there was no going back. Heck, maybe Chase was drugged enough he won't even remember!

Chase sat, staring at Marshall through glassy eyes. "You're beautiful Marshie." So basically Chase once called Marshall Marshie, and the name stuck. Now Marshall sometimes calls Chase something else, but normally just Chase. Not because he doesn't love him as much, but because he wants to save the nicknames for something important, like today.

"You're pretty too, handsome."Marshall cooed back at Chase. Chase smiled dazedly back at him, his eyes unfocused. "Where is everyone? " he asked.

"They left on a mission this morning and left me to take care of you, but I don't mind. "

"Wait, who's everyone? " Chase seemed to be in the stage of memory loss. There were three stages of crazy, Marshall learned. Stage one was really crazy, and luckily Marshall came back just to see the end of it. Stags two was memory loss, where the patient could lose some information just for a few minutes. Stage was probably the hardest one to tale care of, where the patient will be both sleepy and hyper, happy and sad, and crazy and normal. Marshall had learned all about drug overdose when he was studying to become an EMT, and Chase's didn't look so serious, maybe it will die down soon.

"Marsh, I think I asked you a question? "

"Oh right. Sorry about that. Rocky, Zuma, Rubble and Skye went with Ryder."

"A rock, puma, bubble, and die went with who? "Oh yeah, memory loss makes you hear strange things too.

"No Chase."Marshall laughed gently, "I said Zuma, Rocky, Rubble and Skye went with Ryder."

"Oh okay. " A moment passed before Chase spoke again. "Wait what?"

"That's okay Chase, you don't have to know." Chase's fur was surprisingly soft, for a German Shepard. Marshall smoothed the stray sticking up fur down on his head. It wasn't long before Chase asked another question. "What time is it?"

"To be honest, I don't know either. But that's okay, I'll stay with you."

"Thanks Marshie."Then a pause. "Do you remember how we got together?"

"Of course I do, how can I forget?"

"Well... I kind of forgot"Chase said sheepishly. Did he really forget, or was it the meds working their way through his body? There was no way to tell, and he needed something to keep Chase calm (ish) and happy, so he started to recall the cherished memory and told it aloud to the pup-like Chase (they are young adults now).

"Since we first saw each other, we were best friends, you helping me and me helping you. We always loved each other, but we're afraid if the the pup didn't like them back, so we kept it to ourselves. But everyone seemed to realize that we loved each other, and went out of their way to bring us together. But only the last one worked though. You were told to row a boat to the pier, and I was supposed to wait there. We both saw each other and realized that they set us up. We both wanted to be with each other, but we didn't know what to say. Finally you said, 'Let's make them happy for once, okay?' I agreed and we went off towards the sea. We stopped rowing after a while and just stared at the stars above. You we're the first to say ,'I love you' because you couldn't hold it back anymore. Luckily, I felt the same so nothing went wrong there. When we finally kissed, I felt fireworks inside my head, it felt like one of those romantic Disney princess stories I always dreamed of happening to me. Since that day we've been together for two months. And that, Chase, is how we get together." Marshall smiled down at Chase, who fell asleep listening to Marshall's gentle voice.

"I'll always love you Chase." Marshall stroked the top of his head, making him stir slightly.

"Love you too Marshall... "

A few hours later, when the rest of the paw patrol returned and saw the mess crazy and hyper Chase had done to the lookout: "WHAT HAPPENED TO THE LOOKOUT? AND WHY IS CHASE DRESSED LIKE A BUNNY?"

A/N: Hi guys! Due to so much people reading my story, to love some pup like that, I've decided to write a story of one-shots, starting with this one. As always, thank you for reading it (that's you, scarlethunter!) and I hope you enjoyed it!

Bye for now, 2starryeyes. :D