Dimentio's Illness
Chapter 1
It was Monday morning. Nastasia was almost finished taking attendance, when she called Dimentio's name.
"Dimentio." no answer. "Dimentio, answer me, 'k?" But Dimentio remained silent. The other minions started looking around the room, searching for the mischievous jester. Finally, they came to the conclusion that he was not in their presence.
"Where's Dimmy?" Mimi said with a tinge of alarm in her voice.
"Still up in 'is room, maybe?" O' Chunks wondered aloud, staring at the ceiling.
"That's weird," Mr. L murmured. "He's usually the first one down here."
Just then, they heard a loud thump upstairs, and a slow, deep groan.
"I think that's Dimentio. He doesn't sound so good. I think I'm gonna go check on him. Yeah, that's what I'm gonna do..." Nastasia worriedly looked at the staircase leading to Dimentio's room.
"I think that would be a good idea, said Count Bleck..." Count Bleck said, also sounding worried. Grasping onto her clipboard, Nastasia hurriedly made her way to the top of the stairs and knocked on the door.
"Dimentio, you okay?" she asked, worried.
No response.
"I'm coming in, 'k?" she then waited several seconds, then slowly opened the door.
It wasn't a pretty sight; his usually clean, organized room had become a disaster, and his blankets and pillows were scattered on the floor. The only thing left on his bed was a small, light yellow stuffed rabbit.
"D-Dimentio? Are you in here?" The fuchsia-haired secretary began scanning the room for any signs of life. She then heard another low groan, emanating from a large crumpled blanket next to the bed. She crept toward the blanket silently, and knelt down beside it.
"Dimentio?" she finally spoke. Lifting the covers, she slowly uncovered a tired- looking Dimentio. His eyes were blood-shot, and sagging. Still dressed in his nightclothes, he had obviously fallen out of bed from a light slumber.
"Uuuhhh..." he moaned in response, closing his eyes. Carefully, she lifted his tired body onto the bedspread and slowly slid a near-by pillow under his head.
"But, I-I have to get up..." he half whispered, half spoke. He tried to sit up, but he couldn't find the strength. Nastasia soothingly stroked his shoulder-length black and white hair.
"You're not going anywhere mister," She smiled warmly at him and handed him the small furry creature, which he held onto tightly. "You're really sick, and need rest."
"But-" he tried to protest, but Nastasia cut him off.
"No buts. You're staying in bed, 'K? I'm going downstairs for a sec to tell everyone that you're sick and to leave you alone. Until then, you stay he-" She stopped, seeing that the teen had already fallen asleep. She then stroked his head one more time, and whispered in his ear, "I'll be right back." and smiled. For some reason, seeing him sleep always made her smile. None the less, she got up and walked out the door. Before she closed it, she poked her head in one last time. "Sweet dreams..."
Once downstairs, Nastasia told the others about the previous events upstairs (minus the rabbit-he didn't need anymore stress once he was healthy again).
"Dimmy's sick? Oh no!" Mimi cried.
"Uh, if you go into his room to see him, don't call him Dimmy, 'K? You know he hates that." Nastasia wanted Dimentio to feel better quickly, and someone annoying him wasn't going to help her achieve her goal.
"Since when does the Disaster of Dimensions get sick? Isn't he, like, immune to everything?" Mr. L asked, staring at the stairs Nastasia had recently come down.
"Well, apparently not. And as I said, if you go up to see him, don't call him names or annoy him, 'K? He already is so sick that he can't even sit up, so he doesn't need any more troubles than he already has. And besides, Dime-"
She was stopped by a loud bang coming from the large kitchen of Castle Bleck. She then ran in there to find O' Chunks picking up a large pan off the floor.
"Blast!" the large minion said under his breath. Nastasia trotted over to him, and hushed him.
"Shhh! Dimentio's asleep!" she whispered.
"Oops, sorry lass." He quietly put the pan away. "What be troubl'n the lad anyhow, eh Nassy?" He had a puzzled look on his face, however he usually did anyway. Not being the brightest minion, there were many things in life he did not understand.
"He's sick. And not just a common cold like I had last month, but I think he has Grantyne syndrome, so he needs as much rest as possible, 'K?" (Grantyne syndrome is is sort of like what you humans call H1N1, or the swine flu)
"Grantyne!?" Mimi shrieked in alarm. "I had that once when I was little! I had to go to the hospital for two weeks..." Mimi trailed off in deep thought for a moment, then snapping back to reality. "Isn't it contagious?!"
"Can't it be fatal?!" Nastasia was surprised to see Mr. L caring so much for Dimentio, but then brushed it off.
"Yes and no. Yes, it can be fatal, and no, it isn't contagious. Now, I promised Dimentio that I would be right back, and I don't like breaking promises, 'K? So I'm going back upstairs now." Nastasia explained as calmly as she could. Count Bleck, who had been silent during this whole conversation, finally spoke up.
"But if it isn't contagious, then how did Dimentio get it, questioned Count Bleck?" Count Bleck questioned Nastasia.
"Uh, a kind of tic carries the virus. If Dimentio was out in the field lately, he probably got bit on the leg or something, then brushed it off before it could get a good grip on him." She said, thoughtfully.
"Woah, you're smart. Who are you, Sherlock Holmes?" Mr. L playfully joked.
Nastasia just smiled. "Something like that." and then teleported back to Dimentio's room.
When she came into Dimentio's room, she was surprised to see him awake.
"Hey, sleepy head. How come you woke up?" she smiled, and sat down on his bed.
"I heard a big bang, and it woke me up." Dimentio whispered, yawning. "Did you hear it as well, or am I going crazy?" he returned her smile.
"Oh, trust me, I heard it too. That klutz they call a minion, O' Chunks, dropped a frying pan the size of Kalamari desert." She said, rolling her eyes. Dimentio smiled again.
"Oh."
"do you want some breakfast?" she asked him, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"Yuck, don't say that word." He said, snuggling deeper under the blanket. "If I so much think of... well, you know... I feel like I am going to vomit."
"Well, you probably will eventually. Do you want some medicine?" Nastasia still couldn't understand why she felt the way she did for him, but along with sympathy, she also felt almost... sorry for the poor kid.
"No, thank you."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I am sure."
"'K. Do you want a cold washcloth, or anything?" she asked him.
"Yes, please. A cold, wet washcloth would feel wonderful right now." he whispered, closing his eyes once again.
"'K. Be right back."
"Thank you."
"Hey, you know what's weird?" She asked him before leaving the room.
"What?" He asked, his eyes still closed.
"You haven't said a single simile yet today."
He opened his eyes, turned his head, and smiled at her. "No, I suppose I haven't. However, I am in no rush to do so." he added, drifting off to sleep.
Once again, Nastasia smiled. No matter what happened, there would always be a special place in her heart for Dimentio.
"Now, to get that washcloth..." She thought to herself, as she left the room, and quietly closed the door behind her.