Chapter 4: Symptoms
Bill woke up coughing, Ford was startled awake by the noise "Oh dear" he came over to Bill, he seemed to have a fever, his face red "Seriously Bill I need to know how to calm the symptoms, please try and gain control and tell me so I can help you"
Bill struggled with himself, he coughed again and looked up at Ford "Ice, coldness" he croaked sweat dripping down his forehead he disappeared as quickly as he had came, Ford nodded picking him up going upstairs to the kitchen, "Mabel! Wake up I need you right now!" Mabel raced downstairs tired, bed hair, "Whats going on Grunkle Ford?"
"I need you to help me cool him down"
Mabel picked up the whimpering Bill and Ford dragged the bag of ice to the bathroom "Geez hes like a furnace Grunkle Ford"
Ford poured ice into the bath of water, testing it with his hand "Okay Mabel carefully put him in"
Mabel tried putting him in, Bill whimpered clawing at her arm "Hey Bill I need to get your temperature down, you need to calm down and get in the water" Ford said trying to help,
"No! No! No!" Bill cried absolutely terrified,
Ford took him and held him in the water, Bill yelled clinging to Ford for dear life, then suddenly stopped and Ford placed him in the bath "Oh hey Sixer, sorry for that, ah this bath is nice and cold, thanks"
"Your really annoying Bill"
Bill chuckled as he sat in the water, he looked at his hands and his small body "Man am I ugly"
Mabel giggled "I think you look adorable Bill"
"Aw Thanks Shooting Star, ugh niceness, I really am sick"
"So how do you feel?" Ford asked, "Better, not as hot" Bill said,
"What's this sickness even called?"
"Demonic Flu, takes about a week to kick in, messes up with your form and your system, takes about a week to get rid of, plus there's the whole emotional ride that goes with it, I recommend you feed this form water only, no food seriously I don't like throwing up, I really appreciate this Sixer, I promise no harm for like 2 years, demons honor" Bill raised his hand to his heart, "Aw small baby hands" Mabel cooed, Bill huffed "I hate this"
Ford chuckled.
Once Bill's temperature was down Mabel put him back in his clothes "So Bill?" she asked him doing the buttons up "How long till your not in control again?"
"I can hold it for a few more minutes, I'm really weak Mabel, its difficult as it is"
"Then let go, I'll take care of you silly Billy"
"Thanks" Bills eyes went unfocused then focused back on her "Pink!"
Mabel chuckled "Don't worry Billy I got you" Mabel took him upstairs to the attic and tucked him into her bed "There you can stay with me" Bill yawned closing his eyes, Mabel pulled an extra blanket out of the cupboard and made a bed in the window seat for herself, "Night Dipper, night Bill"