Thinking quick on his feet, Dark Pit gave out the most clever excuse he could think of: "No I didn't!"

Isabelle smiled sympathetically at the young angel and explained, "I came to bring you lunch and I smelled it as soon as I entered the room. A dog's nose is way more powerful than a human's, you know."

Dark Pit sat up in his bed, the cold wet fabric making him cringe as he moved. Isabelle reached over to help him but Dark Pit pulled away.

"I don't need your help…" he said weakly.

"It's nothing to be ashamed of, Ness told me you were sick," Isabelle said, then added somewhat proudly, "I've been reading up on human child development, it's perfectly normal for boys with bedwetting issues to have them resurface when they're sick."

"I'm not a human, I'm a-" the angel started indignantly before registering what Isabelle was saying. "Bedwetting issues? I've never wet the bed in my life!" He looked down before meekly adding, "You know what I mean…"

"Hmmmphh," Isabelle thought, placing a fist on her chin. "I could have sworn your medical history said you suffered from nocturnal enuresis when you were younger…"

"Younger?" Dark Pit parrotted. He had never been 'younger', he was born into this age as a reflection of Pit and was stuck this way eternally so far as he knew. "Wait, so that means Pit...?"

Isabelle's eyes shot wide open as she realized she may have let too much slip. "Actually forget I said anything!" she said while frantically waving her hands.

Dark Pit gave a devilish laugh at Pit's expense as he stood up to change out of his pee soaked clothes. His hangover, though, had other plans and the angel dropped right back onto his wet bed. His laugh turned to a sick frown as the room spun around him.

"Please, let me help," Isabelle said with concern. She put her arms around Dark Pit's back and lifted him by the shoulder, not minding at all that some of the urine on his back was touching her. She then helped Dark Pit hobble to the bathroom, where he plopped down onto the toilet seat still fully clothed. Isabelle proceeded to run a hot bath for him.

"Take your time and get cleaned up, I'll be right outside if you need anything. And don't worry about your bed, I'll take care of everything," she said affectionately.

When Isabelle left the room Dark Pit stood up to begin stripping for his bath, only to turn back toward the toilet and drop on his knees, surrendering the last of the contents of his stomach.

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When Dark Pit came back to, he was surprised to see himself sitting naked in the bathtub, bubbles obscuring most of his body. "What…?" he started before feeling something grab his hair, causing him to lurch forward.

"Oh, you're awake!" Isabelle beamed happily from beside Dark Pit, her hands covered in suds. "I was getting worried."

"I-I-I-I-I-I-ISABELLE?!" the naked angel stammered out as he covered his privates and turned his body away from the humanoid dog. "What are you doing in here?!"

"I came in to check on you and you were laying on the floor. I figured I'd help bathe you," Isabelle said, nonchalantly.

Dark Pit turned his head far away from Isabelle, sulking into the water. "I'm awake, you can leave now..."

A bucket of water poured down over his head, only angering the boy more. "I was just finishing up anyway," Isabelle said. She reached into the tub, causing Dark Pit to bundle up in a panic, and pulled the drain.

"Wait no, the bubbles!" Dark Pit complained, knowing the bubble bath was the only thing separating his nudity from her gaze.

"You're sick, now's no time to play with bubbles," Isabelle chided. The last of the water spiraled down the drain, leaving Dark Pit, naked, curled up in the tub and covering himself with his hands.

Isabelle went to work drying Dark Pit, thoroughly working the towel into his black hair and wings to try and suck out as much moisture as she could. Dark Pit blushed and stammered furiously as she moved down his body, stopping at his strategically located hands.

"Could you move your hands for me?" she asked.

"No!" Dark Pit answered definitively. "I can dry that myself," he said.

Isabelle gave Dark Pit the towel but didn't see what the problem was. After all, she had just cleaned Dark Pit's dirtiest region while he was sleeping. 'Humans are so weird…' she thought to herself.

Dark Pit finished drying off and wrapped the towel around his hips before standing up. His fit of sickness eased a little but his lack of food and water was making him incredibly weak. Isabelle gently guided him back out to his bed, which had been fitted with new sheets and blankets. Dark Pit immediately fell face first onto his pillow and closed his eyes.

Realizing something was off about his mattress but not having the energy to investigate, he simply stated, "Plastic?"

"Just in case," Isabelle confirmed nonchalantly. Pit groaned but felt too tired to argue the point. He closed his eyes again, drifting off as the lack of light eased his headache considerably.

"Could you roll onto your back?" he heard Isabelle ask as he was half asleep. He obliged but put his arm over his face to block out the light. He then felt the towel lift off his body and he instinctively but tiredly held his privates with his free hand. He then felt something move under his legs and slide under his butt. A furry hand pulled his own hand free, despite his pathetic attempt to keep holding on, and a second later he felt his privates had cover again. He was then a ragdoll as a shirt was put over his body and his arms and wings were pulled through. All he wanted was sleep and darkness.

"Say 'Ahhhh,'" he heard Isabelle command. He did so and, for his obedience, he was treated to a spoonful of tasty chicken noodle soup. He smiled warmly as Isabelle fed him a few more spoonfuls, then held a water bottle for him to drink. The extremely dehydrated boy happily drank the entire bottle, to Isabelle's relief.

"Now get plenty of rest," Isabelle said softly, closing the blinds and turning off the light. "If you need anything, just let Ness know."

""Mmmm…" Dark Pit moaned. He turned onto his side and curled up, noting that it felt like his underwear was pushing his legs apart. He wasn't sure whose clothes Isabelle had given him but he had to admit they were fairly comfortable. He felt something touch his mouth and, in his tired state, made like he was drinking more water and started sucking on the short, rubbery object.