Ohmygoodnes you gaiz. I'M SO TERRIBLY SORRY I PROMISE I'M TRYING MY BEST BUT GLEE CAME BACK AND I FOUND BONES AND SO MUCH STUFF AND I'M SO FREAKIN' SORRY BWAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. Anyways. *Ahem*
I haven't written in forever, mostly cause I lost inspiration for WiR stuff.
But then I read comments.
I've gotten some from kids, and I read them and was like. Ohmygoodness I must write even if it's just tiny amounts every few days. Thank you, everyone who reviewed and I promise I'll try not to keep you waiting! Even if my chapters keep getting smaller in size. To all those guests out there, Thank you for reviewing and I promise to keep all my writing (In this story, at least.) PG and without swear words for the kiddies out there!
Now, on with the story!
This was requested by two or three anonymous sources. They wanted another Ralph taking care of a sick and sneezy Vanellope, so here you go!
Disclaimer: I do not own WiR, and I worship the ground the people who do own it walk on.

It never ceased to amaze Ralph that the newer games had been programed to change backgrounds with the seasons. Especially Sugar Rush. So many different colors and kinds of candy. Nearly every time he visited, the scenery had changed. If Vanellope wasn't there to help, he would have been hopelessly lost many times. She always greeted him right at the entrance, that grin of hers shining as she pounced on his legs, giving him a hug.

So, naturally, when she didn't show up at the entrance, he was a little worried. The seasons had just changed to winter, and powdered sugar snow was covering every inch of everywhere. Biting his lip, Ralph began to make his way to the castle, hoping everything would go okay.

Three wrong turns and four faceplants later…

Finally, he made it to the castle.
Bursting through the door he gasped for air. Coughing and sputtering, he made it up the stairs. He pulled open the door to Vanellope's room, revealing a very messy area.
"Uh. Kid? You in here?" He stuttered quietly, brushing the snow from his hair and shivering. He was greeted by a loud snore.
Chuckling slightly to himself, he made his way over to the small President's bed. Finally, he spotted her, burrowed under three different comforters and surrounded by pillows.
He reached out to her carefully, shaking her. Even though Litwak's was closed on Sunday, Vanellope still needed to get up and get the random roster race started. She wouldn't budge.
"Madam Fart Face, I believe it's time to arise." He said jokingly, poking her again. He was answered by a groan. "Alright. Fine, fine! I'll have to do this manually, I get it!" He grinned beginning to pull her out of the bed. She clinged to it for dear life.
"Okay , Vanel, I know you're tired, but that's no reason to act like I'm evicting you from your home every time I try to move you. Just get up." He mumbled, getting impatient.

"I can't, I'm stuck." She mumbled sleepily, finally letting go. She shivered, then leaned into Ralph's warm embrace.
"…You okay? You actually feel a little warm…" Ralph's grinned turned to a frown. "Are you sick?"
"Of course not.." Vanellope cracked her eyes open. "I just spent last night throwing up and coughing for the fun of it." The small girl's sarcasm never failed to amaze Ralph.
"Gosh, Kid, why didn't you tell me or send someone to get me or something?"
"Because you stink at taking care of sick people.." She mumbled. This wasn't all false. It was actually quite true.
"It doesn't mean I can't help. How do you feel now, kid?" He brushed her hair out of her face as she propped her chin on his shoulder.
"I don't feel throwy-upy.. But my head hurts.. And…" Her sentence was cut off by a large sneeze.
"Goodness, kid. Need a tissue?" He didn't wait for a response and pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and handed it to the ill girl. She took it and immediately blew her nose.
"Gahh…." She groaned, sniffling.
"Ick. Is there anything I can do to help?" Ralph lied Vanellope back in her bed, draping the blankets over her and smoothing out her hair.
"One," Vanellope began, "Put a trash can beside the bed, just in case. Two, get me like. A thousand tissues. Three, Shut your pie hole, my head hurts. And four…" She paused, her voice growing quiet, "Please don't leave.."
Ralph smiled, kneeling by the bed.
"Vanel, you know I would never leave you. Now scooch over." He watched as she scooted over, then sat on the bed beside her.

THE END EVEN THOUGH IT'S SHORT.
I'm going to try to update daily. Or. Close to daily. Don't shoot me if I don't get around to it or if my updates suck.
Anyways, if you want a part two of this I'll be willing to do it. Just comment if you want one! Well. Comment if you don't want one, too. But tell me if you want a part two in your comment!
…Yeah. I think I may need to sleep. I'm rambling a lot. Plus I haven't been able to talk all day. (I tried to combine "Slogan" and "Logo" and got "Slogo" earlier. And I decided it was a good idea to go bike riding in shorts in cloudy forty two degree weather. Yeah. I need sleep.)
See you guys soon!