"Epidemic: Part 2"

"John! We're in deep. We just lost one and seven others are sick." Thomas said as soon as John walked back into the cabin in Jamestown.

"Seven more sick and one more dead?" John asked. "We are in deep. I warned Pocahontas. I just hope she listens and doesn't come here!"

"I do, too." Thomas said. "This case is bad, but the six we've lost were sick with a cold anyway."

"I know." John said.

"I just hope it doesn't get worse."

...oOo...

Pocahontas stared out at the snow covered trees and shivered. She could only hope things were going well in Jamestown. Powhatan came up behind his daughter.

"What's wrong, daughter?" He asked. Pocahontas sighed.

"The people of Jamestown are sick." She said.

"And how do you know?" Powhatan asked, eyeing his daughter.

"John told me. He came looking for me earlier." Pocahontas answered.

"He came looking for you? While he's sick?" Powhatan asked, growing angry.

"He's had the sickness before, which means that he can't get it again." Pocahontas explained. Powhatan's anger melted a bit.

"This cold weather must only be making it worse." He said. Pocahontas nodded.

"It is." She said. "I'm just so worried."

"I know you are. Be careful, daughter."

"I will, Father. I will."

...oOo...

Two days later, Pocahontas didn't feel so good. Her stomach ached a bit, and, though she didn't notice, her skin itched. She hoped John and the others were alright. She decided to visit Grandmother Willow. With Meeko, Percy, and Flit close to her side, she started out. She pushed out the ache in her stomach. The snow was gently falling and she loved it when it snowed. She finally reached Grandmother Willow.

"Pocahontas?" Grandmother Willow asked.

"Good morning, Grandmother Willow." Pocahontas said.

"What's been going on?" Grandmother Willow asked.

"Well…" Pocahontas stated, but a sudden state of lightheadedness caused her to stop.

"Pocahontas? Are you alright?" Grandmother Willow asked.

"No." Pocahontas managed. Suddenly, before she could say what was wrong, Pocahontas fainted.

"Pocahontas!" Grandmother Willow called. Pocahontas didn't move. Flit, buzzing with concern, rushed forward and picked up a strand of her hair, trying to make her get up.

"Flit, go get help!" Grandmother Willow said. "You're the fastest! Go get John!" Flit nodded and flew off towards Jamestown, not letting anything get in his way.

...oOo...

Meanwhile, John hadn't been feeling to great himself. He had been cold for two days now, unable to get warm no matter how hot it was in his cabin. And his stomach hadn't felt so great, either.

"John, you don't look so good. Are you sure you've had Chicken Pox before?" Thomas asked.

"I'm sure, Thomas. I'm just tired." John answered.

"Then why don't just go home? I've got everything covered here." Thomas suggested and John nodded. John walked out and just as he was about to go home, a wild buzzing and chirping stopped him. Flit flew in front of him, blocking his path.

"Flit! Flit, what is it?" John asked. Flit chirped and seemed to point with his wing in the direction of the woods.

"Flit, what's wrong?" John repeated. Flit looked annoyed. Couldn't John see that Pocahontas needed help? Flit flew behind him and rammed himself into John's shoulder, nudging him towards the woods.

"Alright! I'm coming!" John said, finally understanding that something must be wrong. He ran after the small hummingbird. The snow had grown so bad that he could barely see the small creature as he raced through the trees. Finally, they reached a small glade that John recognized as Grandmother Willow.

"John, you're here!" Grandmother Willow said.

"What's wrong?" John asked.

"It's Pocahontas! Look!" Grandmother Willow said, gesturing with a snow-covered vine to Pocahontas. John was at her in a second.

"What happened?" He asked.

"She fainted about ten minutes ago." Grandmother Willow answered. "I sent Flit to get you."

John felt of Pocahontas's forehead. She instinctively pulled away from his cool touch. She was running a high fever.

"Good lord…" John muttered.

"What's wrong with her?" Grandmother Willow asked.

"I don't know…" John started, but stopped when he caught himself itching. He looked down and saw that his arm was covered in red spots.

"Oh no." He muttered.

"What is it?" Grandmother Willow asked.

"Pocahontas has Chicken Pox!" John said. "And I gave it to her!"

Powhatan isn't going to like that...