Two weeks.

It was how long things escalated and dragged on so far for poor Lincoln Loud, the only son in a rowdy and eccentric family of thirteen - himself, his parents, and a total of ten sisters. It felt like the longest two weeks of his life, if not the worst two weeks of his life. What started with a plan to get some well-earned time off and rest backfired in the worst possible way. And the man with a plan had no Plan B. Things began to slip downhill that one night he was kicked out of the house and was unable to seek an alternative shelter. His fanatical sports-loving sister, Lynn Loud Jr., deemed him bad luck when he was finally able to attend one of her softball games and her team was defeated fair and square. When she blamed him, Lincoln created a lie to go along with it in an effort to get out of attending his family activities, as in previous recent days, he had been overworked and stressed beyond belief. But things went too far that one night and it turned into two nights having to sleep outside of his home when he fessed up to his family and they didn't buy it. The truth came out, but it did no good. Lincoln felt that he had no choice but to prove that he wasn't bad luck by disguising himself as the team mascot of Lynn Jr.'s softball team, as he was to be present when they won the game, but even this went terribly wrong, as the family decided that he had to wear the suit to stave off his bad luck.

One time, Lincoln wore the dreadful suit was on a day at the beach and the poor boy sweltered up a storm. No good came of that horrible day and Lincoln just couldn't catch a break. To make things worse, having spent two cold nights outside his home as well as being forced to wear the costume for many hours on end began to take a toll on his health. He got headaches, coughing fits, skin rashes, and felt queasy, often staggering around the house. He was definitely getting sick and with each passing day, more and more he felt that his family had turned against him and stopped loving him altogether, treating him as nothing more than a good luck charm instead of an actual human being with feelings. He either had to wear the suit or steer clear of his family altogether. What turned into avoiding family activities evolved into not being able to have any fun with his family whatsoever. He could only stand around in the suit. For several nights, he cried himself to sleep in his empty room, his possessions and furniture having been sold, another effort on the so-called family's part to be rid of his bad luck. He had begged and pleaded for his family to pull through and stop the act, but they refused to relent, especially Lynn Jr. Some were less hesitant than others, though. And then one night, Leni heard Lincoln crying in his room and managed to catch a few words from him through the door to his room.

"I hate it here!" His voice was somewhat muffled, but Leni could hear him perfectly. "I wish I could get out of this place! They don't love me anymore..." Leni gasped upon hearing this and instinctively knocked on his door. "LEAVE!" Lincoln hollered upon hearing the knock and had a terrible coughing fit afterwards. Leni felt horrible, but in going along with what the family was doing to him, she felt that she had no choice but to leave him be.

Things got progressively worse for Lincoln the following morning. Sick in his sleep, his breathing began to come out hitched. Leni knocked on his door again to check up on him, but got no response. So she carefully opened the door and what she saw nearly made her throw up. He was coated in skin rashes, his face was nearly as pale as his white hair, and she noticed his breathing was slightly abnormal. What do I do?! she thought frantically.

At around half past ten in the morning, the Loud family heard ambulance sirens coming their way. At first they thought something was happening in their neighborhood, which got their attention. But Lori peeped out the window and to her surprise, a whole ambulance was in their driveway!

"What... on... earth...?" she said. "Alright, whoever pulled a prank call, I'll literally turn you into a human pretzel!" she bellowed. But it wasn't a drill. Two medical staffers barged into the house with a stretcher in tow. "Hey! What's going on?!" Lori demanded, but she was ignored. The other Loud sisters stuck their heads out of their rooms and saw the staffers go into... Lincoln's room. In less than a minute, they were carefully carrying Lincoln in a blanket on their stretcher.

"Lincoln?!" they all said, but everything they saw was happening too fast for them to snag any details. As Lincoln was placed into the ambulance, his parents came out of the house quickly.

"Lincoln?!" said Rita.

"Hey!" said Lynn Sr. "Where are you taking my son?" A woman who specialized in paramedics approached the parents.

"You're the parents of Lincoln Loud?" she asked. They nodded in confusion. "He's very sick. He'll need to be treated at the hospital right away."

"Did you touch him?" asked Rita.

"They had to," said the woman, referring to the medical staffers, now tending to the sick white-haired boy.

"You touched him?!" said Lynn Jr. "But he's bad luck! He'll get you next!"

"Wait... what?" The woman looked like she had never heard anything so awkward and ridiculous. And she hadn't. "Look, we don't have time for this," she continued. "We'll provide the details later." She got back into the ambulance and it sped off, sirens blaring. The parents returned to the house. All ten of their daughters, sadly, were not able to comprehend the suddenness of Lincoln being whisked away.

"What... just happened?" asked Lynn Jr.