Sometimes little ones innocently hurt someone without realizing it or understanding the impact of their actions. Lots of Buzz and Jessie shots in here.
Jessie sighed with relief when she finally saw him. "Hey, Buzz!" she called, skipping quickly over to him.
"Hi, cowgirl," Buzz smiled, happy to see his girl. But his face dropped when he saw the heavy care and worry on her face. "What's the matter, Jessie? Are you okay?" He asked, worried.
"I need your help, Buzz," Jessie said sadly.
"Certainly!" Buzz stood up. "I'll have to help you later, Totoro. What's going on, Jessie?"
"Something's wrong with Mitsy. I don't know what to do. I think you'd better come take a look."
"Is she hurt? What happened? How long has this been going on?" Buzz asked, concerned.
Slinky had been laying low in his hiding place, which was near the playground. But he'd forgotten all about his game when he heard that his special companion was ill. He instantly perked his ears up to hear more. "Oh no! Oh, I hope she's okay," he whispered sadly.
"I can't imagine what it could be," Jessie said as she and the Space Ranger walked together near the bed. "And I didn't find anything."
"Hmm. We'll see," Buzz said calmly. "It'll be okay, Jessie. We'll get this taken care of."
Mitsy wagged her head back and forth against the wall and sighed through gritted teeth. "Ugh. This is ridiculous. I'm a toy. This doesn't make sense. Ooo." she moaned. Bullseye licked her hair, trying to help.
"What seems to be the problem here?" Buzz asked as he and Jessie appeared. Mitsy looked up at them dejectedly. Poor kid, Buzz thought to himself. She looks awful. Probably feels that way too.
"I do not feel good," she grimaced.
"Yeah, Jessie informed me. Are you hurting right now?"
"Uh-huh." Mitsy nodded.
"Okay." Buzz nodded. "If you had a pain level of 1 to 10, what would yours be on the scale?"
Mitsy stared at him, looking exasperated. "What?" She asked confused.
"Uh, never mind. Well, I'm no medical genius," Buzz rubbed his chin, trying to decide what to do. "But what is the pain like? How exactly are you feeling right now?"
"Sharp. Very sharp. I feel like something's stabbing me. My stuffing inside feels like a pin cushion, only with staples." She curled her feet up.
"M mm-hmm. I'm really sorry to hear that. Let's get you up on Bonnie's bed. Here, now just put your arm..." Buzz stepped toward the pitiful looking princess, intending to carry her but she held a halting hand up, and looked worried.
"Buzz, no! Don't touch me! Please!" Mitsy cried. She wanted relief, not more motion. And the climb up to the bed could be bumpy too. Buzz stopped in his tracks. "Please. Please, just..." She shook her head.
"Mitsy, it's okay," Jessie said soothingly. "Take it from me, Buzz is really gentle. He's just trying to help you."
"I...I know. But the way up there won't be smooth. Please, Buzz, don't take me up there." Mitsy begged. "I...just please don't." She squeezed her eyes shut.
Buzz cleared his throat. Mitsy was uncomfortable with him trying to bring her up on the bed. She was already in much discomfort just sitting still. She doesn't look like she can handle the strain anyway, even if we take it really slowly, Buzz thought. He had to form a Plan B. "Okay, uh, Jessie? You get a pillow off of Bonnie's bed," Buzz told her. "I'm not going to make you move, Mitsy, if it's too much for you." He said, and Mitsy nodded in gratefulness. "I think we'd better have Dolly take a look at you." Buzz looked sympathetically at the miserable princess as he knelt down next to her.
"She's not here," Mitsy said flatly.
"Well, we're going to talk to her about it when she returns. Right now, we're just going to try and get you as comfortable as possible."
"Thanks." Buzz and Jessie gingerly helped Mitsy try to shift on the cushion they'd provided. They had placed her in the farthest corner of the wall near the bed post. There she would have plenty of privacy, for which she was extremely grateful. "I wish I could see Woody." She sighed. "I wish he didn't go to Sunnyside today."
"I know." Jessie replied. "So do I. But he didn't know."
"All right, let us know if you need anything." Buzz said, before walking away.
"Okay, thanks, guys," Mitsy said lowly. Buzz and Jessie turned the corner and found Slinky.
"What's wrong with Mitsy?" he asked.
"She doesn't feel good," Jessie answered. "We're waiting for Dolly to get back so she can help her."
"Can I go see her, please?" Slinky asked. Jessie looked at Buzz who nodded.
"Sure, Slink," Jessie smiled. "But keep it quiet."
Slinky stepped softly around the bed toward the wall, where he saw the princess lying down. He sat close to her. "Hey?" He said lowly.
"Hi, Slinky," Mitsy whispered, trying to form a small smile.
"Do ya mind if I stay near you?"
"No, I don't mind. I'm glad you came to see me." Then she moaned again, and the faithful dog licked her face and put a friendly paw on her hand.
"I'll stay with you until help arrives," Slinky promised.
"Thanks, but you don't have to."
"Aw, no. I want to."
Thanks, buddy, Mitsy signed with her hand.
"No problem." Slinky smiled, cocking his head. He patted her hand with his paw.
5 Minutes later
At the moment, most of the other toys were busy in other parts of the house, not in Bonnie's bedroom. Buzz and Jessie were glad for that: their patient needed rest and quiet. "What do we do now, Buzz?" Jessie asked dismally.
"What we are doing," Buzz answered. "Sounds like it's going to be a long day."
"Oh, how I wish Woody was here too!" Jessie cried.
"Yeah." Buzz added, not sure what to do next.
"Well, I'm going to keep a sharp eye on her." Jessie remarked. It's my fault anyway that she's in bed. The least I can do is make sure nothing else happens.
"Right."
Suddenly, the quietness of the room was broken by petrified cries. Buzz and Jessie whipped around wide-eyed. They could hear Mitsy's voice: she was shrieking in pain. Jessie gasped loudly. "What in the world?" Buzz gaped. Jessie wasted no time and darted effortlessly across the floor toward the bed. Buzz was right behind her.
"Cut it out!" They heard Slinky raise his voice. When they arrived, they saw that the 3 green aliens and peas were standing back, looking worried. Slinky was glaring at them, but more than that, he was hunching and his coils were arched. "Leave her alone," Slinky said sharply. "What did ya think you were doing?"
"All right, everyone, settle down." Buzz said, trying to brace whatever chaos had occurred.
"I-it was just a j-joke," Peanelope shrank back timidly.
"What was a joke?" Jessie asked fiercely, snapping Buzz to look in her direction.
"Hold on, Jessie." Buzz said tilting his head toward the pillow. His eyes were on the princess. She was lying almost on her stomach, whimpering and gritting her teeth. "You guys stand back." Buzz ordered the green toys who obeyed while he and Jessie tried to ever so gingerly help Mitsy turn over on her side. She let out a small sob and grimaced at the movement. Buzz turned toward the 'children'. "Now what happened?" He asked.
"And we want the truth," Jessie said adamantly, with her hands on hips.
"W-we...we were just teasing," Peanelope said shakily. She was shivering.
"The aliens snuck up behind Mitsy and scared her!" Slinky explained in a not so friendly tone. "The peas jumped on her and..." Slinky was cut off by Jessie. She was mad.
"You what ?!" Jessie fumed, frightening the smaller toys. Buzz held up a halting hand toward her and took charge.
"Come with me, you guys." He said, and the 'kids' followed him. Even he if he scolded and lectured them, they were more afraid of Jessie's wrath than any punishment the Space Ranger would come up with. "Listen to me," Buzz told them. "Mitsy is sick right now. She's in pain and what you just did was not nice. I know you didn't mean to hurt her, but sneaking up and scaring someone isn't always nice. Do you understand?" The green little toys nodded. "Now, I think you all should go play outside with Totoro or something, okay?" Buzz suggested. "And listen to me! Don't tell the other toys about this. Hear me? We want to take care of this quietly without worrying everyone else. Do you read me?"
"Yes, Mr. Lightyear," Peanelope said lowly. "And we're all very sorry."
"I know you are." Buzz nodded. "And I'll tell the princess you said so. Now you guys scat. And remember, don't speak of this to anyone else! If you do, you'll have me to answer to!" He said firmly and gave them all the look to let them know that he meant business. The green toys left Bonnie's room and Buzz headed back to the sick bed.
When he returned, Mitsy was crying and Jessie was clasping her hand safely in both of her own. Buzz stood beside the pillow and looked thoughtfully at Jessie when she sadly met his eyes. She was searching him for guidance on how to console the princess, but he wasn't sure what to say. Then he cleared his throat.
"I'm sorry, Mitsy," He said thoughtfully. "And the greens are too. They didn't mean it, but I give you my word that it won't happen again." Mitsy nodded in response and her lips quivered.
"It better not!" Jessie huffed. Mitsy winced and still cried. "She said she feels worse, Buzz!" Jessie whispered worriedly to her husband. Buzz's eyes narrowed and he pursed his lips. The little greens' prank had gone too far, and the sudden jerk of movement had apparently added to Mitsy's injury, whatever that was.
Blasted pranks! Buzz thought angrily. Will pranksters never learn when to stop? Oh, Woody. We sure could use your calming presence right now. Toys couldn't shed tears, but Mitsy was rubbing and wiping her eyes as if she could shed tears. Poor princess, Buzz thought. "You try to get some rest, Mitsy." He said kindly, patting her head. "I'll be around. Try to hang in there. We'll get you some help just as soon as we possibly can!"
"Thank you. I really want Woody! Oh, how I wish he was home. I just want to stop hurting!" Mitsy wailed.
"Take it easy, Princess." Buzz smiled, patting her hand, then walked away.
Jessie was still sitting beside Mitsy. The cowgirl still felt just awful about earlier how she'd unintentionally hurt the princess. Jessie wanted so badly to give her a big hug, but right now that wouldn't really help matters at all. Mitsy was moaning, and Jessie affectionately stroked her hair. She felt that she could at least do that, something light and gentle. What in the world is going on? Jessie thought anxiously. I thought that only people got sick like this. This is just terrible! Mitsy, please get well! Please forgive me! I didn't mean to hurt you, really I didn't! Please still be my friend.
"I miss Woody! I want to see him." Mitsy groaned. "I wish he was here! When will he be home?" She knew it was useless to ask that question because Woody was at Sunnyside, but she was longing for the gentle sheriff's comforting presence and soothing manner. He might not be able to fix her infirmity, whatever it was, but it would be such a relief to have him nearby right now, telling her that it was going to be all right in that special, compassionate way of his that could make her believe it, even with how badly she felt right now!
"Shh." Jessie said tenderly. "He'll be here. Why don't you try to get some sleep? You need the rest and it'll help the time pass quickly."
"Jessie, I couldn't sleep right now!" Mitsy protested. "I feel too badly."
"Sure you can. At least close those sweet, blue peepers of yours." Jessie said sweetly, trying to hide her uneasiness inside. Mitsy did as she said. "That's it. I'll be back. Try to take it easy." Jessie stood up.
"Don't worry." Slinky spoke up. "She ain't goin' nowhere!"
"No, I'm not." Mitsy agreed. Jessie smiled weakly, then walked away. "Woody...Woody," Mitsy moaned. "Please get home soon. Please! I need you." Slinky licked her face and she gave him the tiniest hint of a sad smile. "Thank you for being here, Slink." She whispered. "You're a good friend."
30 Minutes Later
Jessie paced back and forth impatiently while Buzz continued working on the playground to pass the time. Buzz watched her, but he knew it was useless to insist that she stay still. Jessie was restless, and Buzz knew better than to make her bottle it up. "Oh, I will be so glad when Woody and Dolly get back!" she huffed. "If it wasn't for our owners controlling the technology, I'd call them and let them know that we have an emergency." Almost in answer to Jessie's wish, she heard Bonnie's footsteps! "Bonnie's coming!" Bonnie came into the room and set down her backpack.
"I'll be back later, guys." Bonnie told her toys. "We got out early today, but Mommy says I need to do my chores before play. Sorry. But I won't get to play at all if I don't do as Mommy says. I'll see you later, and then we can have some fun." Then Bonnie left. Woody and Dolly hopped out of the backpack.
"Well, I guess I'll see how Buzz is coming along with the playground," Dolly said. "He should be coming along with it pretty good by now."
"Yep. The kids are really going to enjoy it when it's finished." Woody stated.
"Woody! Woody!" Jessie called urgently as she ran up to them. "Oh, Woody, you're back! Boy, am I glad to see you two."
"What's wrong, Jess?" Woody asked, concerned. "What's going on?"
"It's Mitsy," Jessie answered unhappily. "She's sick." Jessie looked painstakingly up at her clever big brother, hoping he could do something.
"Sick?" Woody echoed, with furrowed brows. "What are you talking about?"
"No, she's hurt. Ugh! No, I mean, something's wrong with her." Jessie squeezed her eyes shut and hung her head miserably. Then she opened them again and looked up. "She's had a horrible stomachache all day and she needs immediate medical attention." Woody just stared at his sister, flabbergasted. This was very unusual. How could this happen to a toy?
"Did she swallow something?" Dolly asked. "How did it happen?"
"I'm not sure. She says it feels like she's being stabbed, like something's sticking her inside.
Dolly? Would you look her over, please? The poor thing needs some relief."
"Better get your clinical supplies set up," Buzz told Dolly. "She needs a full-scale checkup."
"I'm on it," Dolly answered. "Someone go get her and bring her in."
"I'll do that," Woody said, and he walked away. Jessie followed him. "Where is she, Jess?"
"I'll show you." Jessie beckoned her big brother. "Slinky's with her."
"Good. I can't believe this! Did you guys put her to bed?"
"Sort of." Jessie replied. "We brought her a pillow off Bonnie's bed, and she's lying on that. We didn't want to move her too much."
"That's good," Woody nodded in approval. "How is she?"
"Very unhappy. And terribly uncomfortable. She's been asking for you a lot. She'll be glad to see you."
"I just want to get her help as quickly as we can."
"Me too."
"I sure hope it's nothing serious!" Woody exclaimed, though he was still confused as to what could've happened.
"So do I!" Jessie agreed. If it is something really bad, it's all my fault! It's my fault! Jessie thought terribly. "There she is. I'll see ya later." Jessie walked away quickly, and sadly.
Woody found his little friend curled up on the pillow, looking pitiful. Her eyes were shut. Aw, he thought to himself. What in the world happened? Poor princess. I hope she'll be okay. Slinky was lying on the floor next to the cushion. He smiled and wagged his tail when he saw his best pal.
"Woody, you're here," Slinky said happily.
"Yeah," Woody sighed. "Looks like I got back just in the nick of time."He knelt on the floor beside Mitsy and stroked her hair softly. "Hey, Little Bit. Are you asleep?" He asked quietly.
"No," Mitsy sighed and opened her eyes. She sighed, half in exasperation, and half in relief at the sight of the cowboy. She tried to smile. Woody's fatherly, assuring presence helped her mind start to relax a little. He was an extremely welcome sight.
"What's this I hear about you? Don't you feel well?" He cocked his head, listening.
"No, and I don't understand it." Mitsy shook her head. "Toys don't feel this way, do they?"
"Well, apparently they can if you do. Where don't you feel good? Is there something I can do?"
"Right here. It hurts so much." She looked so sad and Woody felt torn inside seeing her in such turmoil. How he wished he could bear what she was feeling, he wished he could take her place and be the one suffering instead so she wouldn't be in such terrible discomfort. If there was any possible way that he could remove her pain and take it upon himself to bear, he would!
"Oh, I'm sorry." He said sadly and kissed her forehead. "Come on," Woody took her hand. "Dolly's here now, and I'm going to take you to her to get looked at."
"Oh, Woody. Do I have to?" Mitsy moaned, looking up at him in sad protest.
"Of course. You don't want to keep feeling this way, do you?"
"No, I don't! But it really hurts when I move around."
"Don't worry about that," Woody said kindly. "Just do as I say." Mitsy complied and Woody carefully helped her sit up. She winced at the movement.
"Oh," she groaned. Her face looked pained.
"I'm sorry. Is it that bad, honey?" Woody asked. Mitsy nodded sadly. "Come on. Let's get you to Dolly." Mitsy dejectedly leaned her head on his shoulder and placed her arm around his neck and Woody ever so gently picked her up. At least walking from this spot to the clinic was on level ground, not like going up to the bed.
"I'm so glad you're back," Mitsy whispered to him. Woody nodded and carried her to get the help she needed so badly. Slinky trailed behind his pals.
Jessie was outside the cardboard clinic Bonnie had made for her toys. She was anxious to help in whatever way she could. Dolly had everything ready and waiting. Buzz was there too, waiting for Woody and to be of assistance if needed. He noticed that Jessie still looked very troubled, which always automatically sent him into protective mode. He anxiously wondered what was causing her to feel so distressed, especially now that help had arrived. "Jessie, what's wrong?" he asked tenderly. "Mitsy will be all right now. She's in good hands. What's the matter?"
"I feel awful," Jessie said flatly. She sounded angry.
"Are you sick too?" Buzz asked with more worry in his voice than he'd hoped to let on.
"No. I feel so guilty about what happened."
"What? Guilty? Jessie, it wasn't your fault! What do you have to feel guilty about?" Buzz's eyes were wide with confusion.
Jessie looked at him miserably. He felt terrible for her seeing her eyes so sad. "Oh, Buzz. I...I hurt her!" Jessie wailed. "She was sitting there, feeling badly. She told me that she didn't want to play, and I didn't even ask why," Jessie cried. "I...I just grabbed her and...and,"
Buzz touched her back. "Jessie, listen to me," he said kindly but firmly. "It wasn't your fault! It's just one of those accidents that comes unexpectedly, like a broken arm or a flat tire. You didn't know and I want you to stop belittling yourself. I...I don't like it when you do that. Oh, here comes Woody. He's got her. Come on, Jessie. She might need your help."
Jessie proudly held her head up high, straightened up, and said in a determined voice, "Jessie is here to help!"
"That's my cowgirl," Buzz smiled with adoration.
"Where's Dolly?" Woody asked, standing there with the princess in his arms.
Woody, Buzz, and Jessie are the pillars of the Toy Story family, and I enjoyed putting them in here as the ones to take charge of the situation. All of them tried to do something to help, and I wouldn't have it any other way. I like to imagine that the way they helped the princess is the same way how Buzz and Jessie would be helping a sick child of their own if they had one.