Cubs did not know the meaning of personal space. That was especially true when one was under the weather. Everything that the dark lion ate made his stomach rebel and churn. He'd been putting off letting that eccentric shaman touch him, but it appears that he now has no choice. This was the third day that he regurgitated his small meals.
Of course, it had to get worse in the manner of Simba and his constant "advice".
"Uncle Scar, please let Rafiki see you." the cub determinedly stated. "You just can't lie around like this."
Scar loved lying around, but for once, it wasn't helping his condition. It was bad enough that Mufasa had also started fussing over him.
"You're telling me everything that I don't want to hear."
"You're worse than me when I get sick." Simba jested. "I know that medicine tastes really bad, but it will help. I promise!"
Being scolded by a cub on the obvious was something that Scar never thought he'd experience.
His rebelling stomach forced him to comply with Simba's demands.