After breakfast, the Smash Mansion was buzzing with energy. Peach, Zelda, and Samus were looking through a pile of catalogs and ads from the mall that's nearby. Ness, Young Link, and Kirby headed outside to play kickball. Mewtwo headed up to his room, which is what he does everyday. No one is quite sure what the genetically-altered feline does in there, yet they are too intimidated to ask. The others headed to the living room to just hang out and chat.
"Hey, Marth. Wanna go dual?" asked Link.
"Um... I'm not sure about that...," mumbled Marth. He placed his hand on his forehead again.
"It's ok. We're just going to train on the Final Destination stage," said Link.
"But I--"
"We could just use only Poké Balls and throw them at each other and have the Pokémon attack each other! How chaotic that'd be!" laughed Link.
He and Marth headed upstairs to the door that lead to the different battle stages. Actually, Link carried Marth over his shoulder, since the Altean prince tried to explain that he wasn't up for it. Once they arrived onto the stage, Link set Marth down. Marth straightened his clothes (since they got wrinkled), while Link tinkered with the settings to get the Poké Balls.
"Ready, Marth?" asked Link.
Marth looked up and grumbled "Um... I guess so, since I don't have much of a choice..."
"Alrighty then...," said Link. A Poké Ball appeared next to his foot. He then picked it up. "Go, Poké Ball!" As soon as he tossed it, it landed in front of Marth's foot. The Poké Ball opened to reveal a small Pokémon, Cyndaquil.
Marth picked up a Poké Ball and tossed it. "I must admit: this IS kinda fun." He smiled faintly as his fever grew slightly.
The two swordsmen kept throwing Poké Balls and watching as the Pokémon came out and fought. Marth was feeling a little happy until one of Link's Pokémon headed straight towards him. A crimson Bug-type called Scizor flew towards Marth and knocked him backwards. He laid there, feeling even worse than before. The flu was beginning to take its toll on poor Marth. His body began to ache and a splitting headache left Marth feeling miserable.
"Marth? MARTH?! Are you ok, there?!" exclaimed Link.
"I TOLD you that I didn't want to dual!" Marth whine weakly.
"Sorry about that. You sound awful... perhaps I should take you to get medical assistance."
Link carried Marth out of the stage and down the hallway, where all the bedrooms were. He knocked on one door and Dr. Mario opened it. Link walked in with Marth and they sat down in the chairs that occupied the room. Dr. Mario turned his room into a doctor's office to help any of the Smashers who were ill.
"So, what brings you two here into my office?" asked the doctor.
"Marth got the wind knocked outta him by a Scizor during training. I think it's serious," said Link.
"Hmm... lemme do a quick checkup first...," answered Dr. Mario.
Dr. Mario first lead Marth to a scale to check his weight. The swordsman wasn't exactly thrilled about the checkup, but he decided to try to endure it. After that, the doctor checked Marth's blood pressure. Marth winced as the cuff tightened and uttered a few Japanese words under his breath. His whole body ached and now his left arm ached even more. Now the doctor took his temperature, which was around 101° F. Dr. Mario then checked his throat, and shook his head a little bit.
"Mama mia... Your throat is a little swollen. And your temperature's high. Looks like you've caught a nasty flu there," said Dr. Mario.
Marth just looked down and let out a depressed sigh while Link made a futile attempt to hold back laughter.
"Excuuuuuuuuse me?! Out of ALL people, how could MARTH get sick?! He's like an Evil Neat-Freak From Heck! There's NO way he could get sick if he cleans EVERYTHING!" The Hero of Time began to laugh so hysterically that he might become the first case of someone dying from laughter.
"Well, he must have gotten it from someone else." Dr. Mario turned to Marth and asked "Were you around anyone who was also ill?"
"Hai... Roy's sick too," grumbled Marth.
"Oh! I see... Well, I suggest that you go into your room, change back into your pajamas, climb back into bed, and take it easy, okie-dokie? Drink lots of fluids, take some medicine that I'm going to give you, and refrain from doing a lot of strenuous activities," said Dr. Mario.
As Link and Marth left the office, Marth was holding the medicine he received from Dr. Mario. Marth went into his room and saw Roy fast asleep. Marth changed into his pajamas, then before he went to sleep, he tossed one of his pillows at Roy. The usually slightly insane teen woke up and turned to Marth.
"What was that for?!" Roy exclaimed hoarsely.
"For getting me sick." Marth then added quietly "Baka."