Poor Lincoln still looked paler than a newborn puppy while in bed and caving an ide pack covering his forehead. He was groaning mildly from how sick and a little lightheaded he was from whatever this sickness or virus may be.

He waited patiently for Lisa to bring out a scanning machine to figure out the diagnosis on him right now. Deep down, Lincoln was feeling bummed that he probably won't go to Inside Africa in this kind of condition, even though he denied being sick a few times.

Oh how he wanted to be with those lions again, and he figured they would all be bummed to hear thsy he couldn't show up to hang out with them some more. Letting out another sneeze, Lincoln saw Lisa come back in his room with a device that senses what kind of diseases and viruses a human has in his or her body.

"Voila. Now this should sense the problem inside of you, Lincoln. Open wide and say ahhh." Lisa pulled out a small stick, and when Lincoln opened his mouth, he felt the cold glass from this device touch his tongue.

A small beeping sound was heard from the device and a scroll of paper came out from the printer. Lisa took one good look at the paper and she had her right hand under her chin. "Sweet mother ofndiscovery."

Lincoln made a few coughs before asking: "What's wrong with me?"

"You have the case of Pneumonia." Lisa answered before discarding the paper. "Not to worry, it will resolve within a week from now."

"Pneumonia?!" The boy groaned and rolled his eyes back to the left. "Oh just great. There goes hanging out with Mufasa, Taka, and the other lions at Inside Africa today." He never felt bummed in all his life and breathed from his mouth. "This can't be happening right now."

"Science never lies, Lincoln." Liss remarked. "I am terribly sorry to say this, elder brother, but you are in no condition to do any recreational activities at this time."

"Ohhh." He got out of bed and tried to prove that he can go anywhere, even in this kind of condition. "Come on, I'm okay. Honest."

"Okay?" Lola asked. "Look at you! You look like you're dying right now."

"Get back into bed, little bro." Luna said, gently placing Lincoln back on his mattress. "Lisa's right, you shouldn't go anywhere like this."

"It's not dangerous is it?"

"Well... no. Death from Pneumonia is a very small percentage, like 0.9 percent of people have suffered from Pneumonia have died." Lisa clarrified.

"Wait, didn't Brittany Murphy die from Pneumonia?"

"Lori!" Lisa said.

This made Lincoln ever so worried even more, and he groaned some more.

"Sorry, honey." Said Rita. "Maybe another time."

Lincoln then rolled to his side in shame, feeling more bummed than ever. "Okay. Can I at least call Lukw to tell him I'm sick to go anywhere?"

"No problem. That's fine." Said Lynn Sr. "In the meantime, how about some tomato soup for that cold of yours? Ot's Lynn Loud Sr's special tomato soup." He bounced his eyebrows three times. His son smiled in relief.

"Thanks dad."

"No problem, Lincoln. I always love serving my family my special food." As the father went downstairs, the mother pulled out Lincoln's comic books for him to read in his spare time while recovering from this pesky bug.

Smiling warmly at her son, Rita said: "here's some comic books, Lincoln. And I'm sorry if you can't go with Luke today."

"It's fine. But I would like to know where I got Pneumonia in the first place. Achoo!"

"Say it, don't spray it." Lana remarked.

"Sorry."

"Would you like anything else?" Leni offered.

"Yeah. Some orange juice, please?"

The second oldest sister smiled adorably at him. "Don't worry, I'll get it for toy, Lincoln."

Luan was the next to speak and she brought out a small bag, that god knows What's inside. "Hey, what did the one sick bat say to the other sick bat? One flu over the other!"

Everyone groaned as usual.

"But seriously, I have something to let us know if you need us for anything. She reached into the bag and pulled out an air horn in a color of red. "Ta-da!"

Everyone complained at what she just offered Lincoln. "Oh you've gotta be kidding me." Luna complained. Lincoln immediately blared the air horn, letting out a blasting noise.

"Thanks, Luan." Lincoln said to her gratefully.

Everyone else began thanking Luan as well, but they sounded either a little annoyed and or sarcastic. "No problem Lincoln. I hope you get well soon." Then she patted his white hair.

"And if you want me to play some sweet tunes, let me know." Luna offered. "Sometimes, music is the best medicine."

Smiling gratefully, Lincoln said: "thanks, Luna."

"Anytime, Linc."

Everyone left Lincoln alone for a minute to call his godbrother. It took a few seconds, but the Rogue Lion finally got ahold of him. "Hey Lincoln. What's up?"

"Hi Luke- ack!" He began coughing and wheezing a little into his phone.

"Whoa. You don't sound very good. You okay, buddy?"

After coughing a few more times, Lincoln answered by saying: "no. I'm not. I have... achoo! Pneumonia, and I need to stay in bed for a whole week."

"Awww, man. That sucks. Sorry Lincoln. Do you know how you got it?"

"Nope. It just happened to me this morning." Then he let out another sneeze. "So, I'm sorry if I can't be with the lions today."

"It's okay. These things happen. Just rest up and feel better soon." Luke replied. "If you're sick, you're sick. Anyway, I've got some root beer at home and I'll give some to you if you'ed like. And I can show you my trips to Africa."

"That sounds cool. That would be nice." Said Lincoln. "See you soon, Luke."

"Talk to you later. And get well soon." Then the Rogue Lion hung up. Lincoln just laid on his bed and pulled out his laptop to watch some videos or video chat with his friends if he felt like doing it. No one was available to chat with him for the time being, but he will wait.

Leni came back with the orange juice, but it didn't have any ice in it. "Here you go, Linky!" She daid in her perky tone of voice.

"Uhh, Leni, you forgot to put ice cubes in.

The second oldest sister gasped and she said" oops! I'll be right back." Poor Lincoln just rolled his eyes at how empty-handed Leni can be, but he tolerated it. She came back with the fixed beverage and Lynn Sr came with a warm bowl of tomato soup, and it smelled so good.

The father then said: "here you go son. Just how you like it."

Lincoln smiled gratefully at him. "Thanks, dad."

Both Leni and Lynn sr left the room, and Luna came back with her guitar to play some nice tunes on it. "Okay bro, ready to hear the sweet, relaxing tunes from Luna Loud herself?"

Nodding his head a yes, Lincoln let out a few covered coughs. "Yeah. Fire away, Luna."

"Awesome. And don't worry. You ain't gonna die, just leave me an alibi."

"I don't know what you mean, but, okay."

Then Luna began playing some nice guitar tunes for Lincoln to hear and relax to for a long while. Lincoln enjoyed every minute that passes by listening to this while eating some tomato soup and drinking the orange juice.