And There's Nothing You Can Do.
I don't own Lilo and Stitch, but I do own the experiment created in this story. Not revealing yet.
Chapter 1: Of Sicknesses and Sadness.
Stitch and Lilo wandered downstairs for breakfast. It seemed quiet. But, little did they know, this was going to be the worst few months of their lives. Lilo seemed to be sick. She barely touched her breakfast... While Stitch scarfed his down with the utmost speed.
"Urf... Stitch... I-I'm..."
Lilo couldn't even finish her sentence, before she ran to the bathroom. Some very nasty sounds came out of there all morning. It was midday before she came out. Lilo was pale as snow, even for a hawaiian. Her hair was wet and came down in clumps. Stitch hugged her gently when she came out.
"Ih, Lilo..."
"No... I-I'm fine... Stitch..."
"Naga! Di buda, aga pika!"
"Fine, I'll go to bed..."
Lilo walked to the elevator, but she froze. She blacked out. Stitch gasped, unning to her attention.
"Agatuka! NANI!"
"What...LILO!"
Nani had been in the bathroom, and, seeing her little sister in such a state, and after noticing the awful smell in there, she had known something was wrong. Oh, how right she was.
