Skipper slowly took Privates flipper away from the bump and felt it himself. He could feel all the blood pumping through it, and it felt burning hot to the touch. He quickly ripped his flipper off, in fright he might burn himself.
"Are you alright, Private?" He questioned, cocking his head and looking at the young boy.
"Um... So I'm Private, then?" The cadet Asked, obviously confused.
"Amnesia..." Skipper muttered, pulling away from Private and facing his back to him. "Maybe Kowalski can help..."
He spun around and grabbed Privates flipper, which stunned the boy. "Come on, we're going to Kowalski!"
"Who?! Wait, who am I? Who are you?! Where am I?!" Private cried, ripping his flipper out of Skippers. He looked terrified to the bone as he cowered away.
Skippers heart melted when he saw the young boy looking so scared...so cute and innocent...he shook those thoughts away. His friend was in trouble. He could deal with those feelings later. And those lemurs...
"I'm Skipper. Your Private. Kowalski is a scientist, and he might be able to help you." Skipper said quickly.
He looked at the boy expectantly, half waiting for him to bolt. But Private just stood there dumbfounded. Finally, he out stretched his flipper.
"I believe you. Lets go." He said confidently. Skipper smiled and took the boys flipper in his and slide out, Private following him close behind.
They were passing the elephant habitat when suddenly, Skipper heard Private groan on agony. He looked back to see the boy standing there, wincing ad breathing hard. He was holding his head, and Skipper could almost SEE it pounding painfully.
He gasped and ran over to the boy, wrapping his flipper around his shoulder for balance. The cadet looked unsteady, like he would faint any second. The flipper reassured he would have a soft landing.
"Skippah..." Private choked. Skipper gasped and took the young boys chin, tilting his head upwards so he could look into his blue eyes.
"Private, is it really you?"
"Yes, Skippah. Please help...I think my memories are fading...faster than anything...soon enough...they won't be there at all anymore..." The young boy croaked, then looked deep into Skippers eyes.
Skipper caught a sob traveling up his throat as he felt the boy walking down the stairs, into his heart and wriggling his way in. The look of sadness in his eyes weighed down Skipper more than anything.
"Please...help..." He croaked, and his eyelids fell slowly. Before long, he was laying limp in the olders arms. His head was supported by Skippers right flipper, and rest of him was on the ground. Skipper leaned over him and felt the lump in his throat fighting its way up, harder.
"Private..."