Hey guys. Thanks for taking an interest in this story. It was based on a drawing that I did one day when I had nothing to do. Please forgive me for my writing...I haven't been blessed with the gift haha

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Chapter 1

Dusty had awoken that morning not feeling quite right. As the day progressed, he was eventually sent to his hanger by Dottie.

"You are in no condition to be roaming about! You're running a temperature and it will do you no good if you overheat yourself."

Dusty sighed before turning and slowly making his way to his hanger. Skipper had alerted Dottie to his concerns over Dusty after their morning flight. The young plane had been sluggish and easily exhausted after a short amount of time causing Skipper to halt the flight before instructing him to go and see Dottie.

As Dusty reached his hanger, Chug raced over with what looked like colourful pieces of fabric,

"Dusty! I heard you were unwell so I have collected some blankets and cushions and I'm gonna set you up a bed" He smiled, pleased with himself.

"You really don't need to, Chu.."

Dusty was cut off by Chug barging inside and starting on his task. Dusty sighed and waited quietly until his friend had finished setting up a bed on the floor for him. As Chug finished, he rolled back and smiled to Dusty, who returned a small smile back.

As Dusty rolled on to the bed, he turned to face Chug and the hanger door. He sank into the many colourful fabrics and sighed contently,

"Thanks, Chug", he said as his eyes started to close.

"You're welcome. Get better soon." And with that, Dusty was left in his hanger.

Chapter 2

It was starting to get dark when Dusty opened his eyes. He groaned when he realised just what had woken him up. His head and engine throbbed as he trembled on his wheels and he panted at the heat he was feeling. Whining quietly, he tried to push himself forward to find Dottie or someone but his whole body ached. He gave up with a groan as his world started to spin and the ache in his tanks got worse. Finding that these symptoms were not departing, he was getting further distressed.

He couldn't get himself cool and it felt like his engine would com-bust at any moment.

"Help!" came out as a strained whisper.

Gathering up as much strength as possible he let out a shout that soon became a scream,

"SKIPPER! DOTTIE!"

Whimpering, he lowered himself further into his bed on the floor. He jumped, startled, as his hanger door was forcefully pushed apart revealing an anxious Dottie and Skipper.

"Dusty?" Skipper said as he approached cautiously.

"Help" was they only quiet response they got which caused Dottie to jump into action. Pushing a ramp towards Dusty, she instructed Skipper to gently help Dusty out of the mound of blankets and cushions. As Skipper gingerly nudged the orange and white plane forward, Dusty let out a small cry as he felt his tanks 'twist'.

"Sorry, kid."

Dottie peered into Dusty's engine through the steam coming off it. Chug had arrived at the hanger door looking on, concerned for his aerial friend.

"See if you can get Mayday, Chug. We need to get Dusty cooled off as soon as possible."

Chug left without a word, racing to Mayday's station.

Skipper sat to the right of Dusty, allowing the younger plane to lean against him as he panted. Dusty was starting to get slightly delirious due to the heat, causing him to mumble unintelligible and mewl. Skipper did his best to keep the ill plane calm and shushed him gently.

They had managed to get Dusty just outside of his hanger and were explaining to Mayday what he had to do,

"Now, gently Mayday! For the love of Chrysler, do not blast him with it." Dottie chastised

Mayday allowed the water to gently flow from his hose as Chug and Dottie hosed Dusty down with the cold water.

Dusty had violently flinched as the water touched him and he emitted a high keen, making everyone present feel a sense of guilt, not completely aware of what was going on. Skipper had positioned himself just behind Dusty to keep him steady.

Once Dottie was satisfied that Dusty had been cooled enough, she instructed Skipper to get him back inside.

"Here we go, Dusty. You should be feeling slightly calmer now" He murmured, not expecting an answer however he did get a small 'yea' from the racer.

Smiling, he explained that Dottie, Chug and himself were going to take turns in watching over him throughout the night. Dusty nodded before falling asleep.

Chapter 3

Dottie was the first to take watch over Dusty and she was pleased that it had gone relatively quiet, Dusty only wakening a few time to drink a small bit here and there though he was silent in doing so and falling straight back to sleep afterwards.

Dottie yawned as Chug opened the hanger door to do his share,

"If anything happens, come get me straight away." "Yes, yes." Chug replied.

Setting up the television, Chug spent most of the night fixated on the screen before him, though he kept the volume low.

He jumped awake, unaware he had fallen asleep in the first place, to Dusty harshly coughing.

"I'll go get Dottie!" "No! It's okay, Chug..." "But Dottie said..." "I'm fine but can you get me something to drink, please?" Chug looked him over before sighing, "of course".

Dusty had settled once again after his coughing fit had ended and had another small drink.

Skipper had arrived to take on the last few hours of watching over their ill friend. Dusty had awoken to the sound of Skipper arriving and was having trouble falling back asleep again.

Skipper sighed, " It's too early to be up yet, Dusty." "

I know" was the only whimper he got.

Dusty snuggled into his mentors side, coughing slightly. Skipper sank further into Dusty's homemade bed and nuzzled the orange and white crop-duster. He smiled as he got yawn out of the young plane, who pushed him self further into his side.

"Goodnight, Duster."

"G'night."

Chapter 4

Dusty awoke to the sun shinning through his windows, though that wasn't exactly welcome. He didn't feel as hot as he did last night although he never remembered most of it. Just movement and voices...and being cold. Sighing, he stretched slightly before settling back down, he still didn't feel up to moving.

He groaned as his tanks 'flipped' again. 'This is awful!' he thought to himself.

Hearing the hustle and bustle going on outside made him feel more down. Just as he thought about moving outside, his hanger doors opened slowly,

"How you doing, kid?"

Looking up to meet the concerned face of his mentor, he murmured, "Just awful, Skipper."

Smiling sadly, Skipper settled himself next to the young plane once again, " I know but it'll pass."

"Doesn't feel like it" Dusty groaned

"Never does"

Seeing the can of oil in front of him, Dusty whimpered at the strange sensation coming from his tanks.

Looking down at Dusty, Skipper noticed his grimace, "You okay?"

"...no..." came a weak reply, "I think I'm gonna be sick."

"Okay, just relax. I'll help you get outside, okay?"

Quickly opening the hanger doors, Skipper turned back to help Dusty out and round to the side of his hanger.

"Just relax and let it happen." Skipper soothed as he kept the ill plane under his wing.

Dusty whimpered just before he purged the remains of his tanks on to the ground.

"Wait here, I won't be a minute, I'm just going to get Dottie." Skipper quickly explained before heading off to find the engineer.

Skipper informed Dottie of what had happened and where he had left Dusty,

"I'm going to find Mayday. We can hose away the crud the kid has just spewed up."

Dottie found Dusty exactly where Skipper had left him.

"Think you can get back inside the hanger if you're done?"

A small movement from Dusty was all she got as he sluggishly maneuvered his way back onto his bed. Not bothering to turn around, Dusty sighed and closed his eyes.

"I'll get you some water." and with that, Dottie left, leaving the hanger doors open a crack to let in some fresh air.

Mayday had hosed down the resulting mess and as Skipper was about to enter Dusty's hanger again, a voice rang out,

"Wait there, Skipper! Dottie shouted before returning with a can of water, "Can you give him this?" Skipper nodded "Watch out though, I think he is in a mood." Dottie warned before driving away. "Don't blame him." Skipper whispered before entering the hanger.

He found Dusty with his back to him,

"Kid..?", placing the can of water down, Skipper carefully approached, "Dusty?" he tried again.

He noticed the younger plane trembling slightly. Coming round to the side of the ill plane, Skipper noticed that Dusty's eyes were closed and that is when he picked up the faint whine,

"Come now, Dusty. It will pass, you know." Skipper frowned when he heard a sob.

Nuzzling the smaller form, Skipper whispered, "Come here."

Dusty gently approached closer to the elder before leaning into the his mentors side.

Hearing the increased sobs, Skipper spoke softly, trying in earnest to comfort the young plane,

"There now, kid. Calm down, you'll make yourself more sick and no one wants that, right?" He nuzzled Dusty's nose again.

Dusty nuzzled back and closed his eyes, "I hate this."

"Yea, I know. Now, why don't you rest a bit more, hmm?"

He felt Dusty nod, "will you stay, please?"

"Of course, kid, of course."

With a final nuzzle, Dusty sighed and fell into another fevered sleep.


I hope that was okay for now *sheepish smile*. I like all the fluffy, hurt/comfort stuff.

Keep well,

Jazz

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