(A/N: So I was born in England but I now live in America. I've been here for five and a half years now. Anyways, a family we know well from England is coming over to visit for the next three weeks. I'm not going to say that I won't be able to get anything posted during that time, but just don't be surprised if that is the case. Sorry about that. For now though, enjoy this chapter!)

Sarafina was concerned. Once she and Simba had finished their meal, Simba had asked for a short nap under a tree in the shade. Sarafina had agreed…and was the first one under the tree. A time to rest, some relief from the sun, a clean and well-fed cub, and also some time to pull some thorns out from her coat; it had all seemed too good to be true…and it was. Simba had been groaning loudly ever since they had settled down, and he didn't look that well. The simple explanation for that was that he wasn't that well. But every time that Sarafina had asked, Simba had either ignored her or blown it off as being nothing more than a mere headache. However, now Sarafina could start to see his face turning green.

Sarafina got up. "Come on, Simba. We need to go to your mother. You're not well."

Now as sick as ever, Simba was willing to comply. He got back up onto his feet and slowly began to linger across the lands as Sarafina tried to walk at a brisk pace in front of him. She checked over her shoulder and saw how slow Simba was moving. She sighed, and then took a long walk back over to the cub.

"Tell me if this feels worse," she said, before picking Simba up by the scruff of the neck.

She picked him up too quickly though, and something turned in Simba's stomach. Sarafina wasn't able to pull her front legs back in time, and now she had some green stuff over them to go along with the spikes.

Simba finally picked his head back up and took several deep breaths of air before replying: "Actually, I feel a bit better now."

Sarafina rolled her eyes, but then continued on her trek towards Sarabi.

Mufasa and Sarabi's jaws dropped as for the fourth consecutive time, Nala threw Zazu right into the center of the bull's-eye that was marked out on a tree.

"I swear, sire," began Zazu, as he pushed back on the tree letting his beak emerge back into the open air, "I am keeping my wings tucked right in. I can only assume that Nala is just exceptionally good at this game of torture."

"What's the score now?" asked Sarabi.

"Nala 200, Mufasa 150, Sarabi 24," replied Rafiki from beside Sarabi.

"Is everyone here to witness my humiliation?" asked Zazu, having only just realized that Rafiki was watching them play too.

"I was just thinking the same thing," said Sarabi, reflecting on the scores.

Mufasa picked up Zazu by his neck and carried him back behind the line that they had drew in the dirt so that the players would know where to stand.

"Stay still, Zazu," commanded Mufasa, as he set himself up for his next throw. He closed one of his eyes so that he could get a better vision, and then he aimed, and then he fired. Zazu tucked his wings in and closed his eyes, tilting his head up however so that his beak would go straight into the tree.

Mufasa's shot was good. Zazu's beak penetrated itself into the hole that had already been formed in the bull's-eye mark from Nala's previous four shots, but now the hole was dug so deep that a crack finally made its way all the way through the tree, and it fell over.

The tree slammed down onto the ground, and then Nala looked up at Mufasa, grinning.

"So I guess if we can't play anymore, that means I won?"

"Nope," replied Mufasa, "scores are wiped. Slate is clean. No winner."

Sarabi laughed. "I think he means 'yes,' Nala."

"Yay!" Nala exclaimed.

"What are you cheering about?" asked a familiar voice from behind the cub.

Nala turned around. "Mom? Why are you back here?"

Everyone else was thinking the same thing, and so Sarafina dropped Simba down in front of Sarabi.

"He's unwell," Sarafina explained. She needn't have bothered though. The young cub's face was rather green and once he was down on the floor, he couldn't help but lying down and groaning with his paws pressed down on his head.

"Did you give him crocodile?" Sarabi asked.

"You never told me not to," replied Sarafina, trying to prevent the blame from being placed on her.

Sarabi shook her head and put an arm around her son. "Simba, you know you're not supposed to eat crocodile."

"Yeah…but I hadn't eaten it in so long, I forgot why I couldn't…" came Simba's reply.

Sarabi chuckled. "You'll be okay."

"Mom, how come we haven't eaten yet?" Nala asked.

"Please stop calling Sarabi 'Mom' when I'm around, Nala," said Sarafina.

"No, Sarafina, let her," came Sarabi's reply. "I am her mom for the day. One day. Twelve hours of sunlight! Is that really too long?"

"But she's my child. Just like Simba is yours. How would you have liked it if I hadn't brought him to you, today? If I had just tried to make him better myself?"

Sarabi smiled. "I never asked otherwise." She began to walk off.

"You can't be serious?" asked Sarafina.

"Simba's not allowed to eat crocodiles or snakes. They make him sick. Water and worms make him better, and you've got Rafiki here to help you too. I've got your daughter to take care of," replied Sarabi. "Come on Nala, let's go get some lunch. Mufasa, enjoy your patrol!"

"Will do," replied Mufasa, also leaving the scene.

Zazu also took off into the air, quite happily, seeing as he didn't have to play darts anymore.

Only Sarafina, Simba, and Rafiki were now left by the fallen tree.

"I can't believe she'd just…" began Sarafina, but then she stopped before she said anything that could upset Simba.

"Play darts without me?" added Simba.

Sarafina looked down at him. "Darts?"

"Yeah. We throw Zazu into the tree."

"Really? Wow, you cubs come up with the wackiest games."

"You must have been a cub once."

"That is true, but we just played 'tag' and 'bulldog' and games like that. How are you feeling now?"

"I just want some water," came Simba's reply.

Suddenly a wave of transparent liquid came and rained over Simba's body.

"I meant in my mouth," added Simba angrily.

Rafiki cackled. "Well you should have specified," he replied, holding a coconut shell that seconds ago had been filled to the rim with water. He picked another, filled, one up, and held it next to the cub's mouth.

"There you go, Simba," said Sarafina, "the monkey's—"

"Mandrill! Not monkey."

"Sorry…the mandrill's got some water out for you."

Simba opened his eyes a bit and saw the cup in front of his nose. He began lapping up the water, and it wasn't too long before it was all gone. He finished it and burped.

"Excuse you," said a rather disgusted Sarafina.

"Man, this monkey's got something for everything, hasn't he?" asked Simba, with his eyes now open enough to see Rafiki, of whom he recognized from a couple of previous occasions in his life when he had been unwell.

"I guess he has," came Sarafina's reply. Just as she said that, a fly began buzzing around her head. The lioness, who had for years had to put up with these insects, instinctively took a bite at it, in an attempt to kill it.

Sarafina's motion caught Rafiki's attention, and from the grass he pulled out a stick that he had with a thick piece of flat bark from a tree on the end of it.

"Would you be in need of a flyswatter, Madam?" asked the mandrill.

"Please," came Sarafina's reply, as she prepared to take another bite at the creature.

Before she could though, Rafiki swung his arm forward and killed the insect as it got crushed between the bark and Sarafina's cheek. As an unintended result of course, Sarafina's cheek now turned slightly red from the impact.

"Thanks Rafiki," said Sarafina, with a small hint of sarcasm.

"You're welcome, Sarafina," replied Rafiki, before cackling and grabbing hold of his stick with the gourds on it in his unused hand. Then, he swung around and headed off into the distance.

Simba looked up at Sarafina and chuckled.

"What?" Sarafina asked.

Simba ran his eyes down from Sarafina's red cheek to her thorn-tangled coat to her paws which were now covered with green and white stuff from when he had been unwell. He then retracted his glance and stared off into the distance. "Never mind," he said.

Sarafina just frowned, but decided to ignore the issue.

(A/N: Needless to say, a fly was buzzing around my head as I wrote the end of this chapter. I don't exactly know where I'm going from this point but I have ideas, but still, your input would help! Thanks!)