Alas, but I still haven't found the DVD. But I do have enough time to quickly update. Tomorrow I might be able to put more, since I don't have much to do then. Thanks to everyone who reviewed, you make me continue even though I just want to sleep! I'm thankful for the support. Sorry for short chapter, like I always say, but I am trying to keep updating. I don't own anything except for the two maids, who I might be auctioning off someday.... just kidding.
Puss in Boots's vision was hazy, but he could still see well enough to notice that the maid was taking him back to his room. He took a deep shuddering breath as she came across the blood, but she didn't say anything about it, she just stepped around it and gently laid him in his basket, making sure that he was as comfortable as he could get. The cloth was removed, to be replaced with his blanket and a pillow.
"I'll be right back, don't go anywhere." Ana left to get the doctor, leaving Puss to fight for consciousness. It was so hard to stay awake; he felt like he had just fought a thousand men and received many wounds from the battle. With a little moan of self pity he curled up and tried to shut out the noise of many people coming down the hall towards his room. The maid had left the door open.
"Puss! What happened?"Shrek exclaimed as he saw his friend. Donkey wasn't too far behind, but his kid and Fiona were nowhere to be seen. It was probably for the better that too many people didn't see him like this, Puss thought as he tried to smile. He failed and started coughing instead.
"What's wrong? Have you been taking catnip again? I told you that drugs were bad." Donkey said, walking closer to the bed. Shrek helped Ana clean up the blood and sent her to get Fiona. He looked at Puss and tried to seem unworried, but in his voice Puss could tell otherwise. With a sigh the cat sat up and shivered. Shrek pulled the blanket around him, and the feline smiled gratefully.
"No, Donkey, I haven't had catnip... I don't know what's wrong." He was shaking, from being sick or fear it was hard to tell. "I felt like this yesterday, but not as bad. I thought it wasn't worth telling you." Puss pulled the blanket closer around him and closed his eyes as he felt a headache coming on. Fiona came in and gasped, immediately asking what was wrong. Puss said that again he didn't know, and there was an uncomfortable pause before Shrek spoke.
"Maybe it was something you ate? One time I ate some rotten weed rat, and then I was sick for days." It was hard to imagine Shrek in bed with food poisoning, but then again Puss never imagined himself like this. He shrugged, opening his eyes and saying, "I don't know, I didn't eat anything rotten or poisonous."
"Maybe it's a really really really bad allergy." Donkey suggested.
Puss shook his head. "No, I'm only allergic to cheese." Everyone stared at him. "What? Haven't I ever told you?"
"Uh... no, you did not." Shrek said, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh. Well, I am." His headache was growing worse, and his vision was blurring again. "Oh... Why did this happen?" he rested his head in his hands and groaned.
"Why don't you get some sleep? One of us will stay here until the doctor comes." Fiona suggested, looking at Shrek and Donkey. Puss nodded, settling back down again and instantly drifting off to sleep. Donkey decided to stay, his eyes full of worry. Fiona and Shrek left to wait for the doctor.
"Please get better, amigo." Donkey whispered, laying his head on the bedsheets.
Fiona and Shrek were looking for the king and queen when they were stopped in the front hall by a guard. "Pardon, but there is a messenger waiting for you in the front hall. He says that it is urgent and that he cannot wait." Shrek and Fiona looked at each other in surprise and followed the guard, wondering what kind of message it was.
"Maybe it's a birthday song." Fiona said as they turned the corner and into the front hall. As Shrek and the messenger saw each other the ogre gasped and said, "You!" It was one of the workers at the Fairy Godmother's factory! The white suit and blue gloves were unmistakable, and the messenger recognized Shrek too.
"Uh... I have a... message." The messenger gulped, blinking up at Shrek. This was going to be interesting.
And this chapter must end! NO!!!! Yes, I'm really sorry, but I had to stop and this seems like as good as place as any. In the next chapter the message will be revealed, and then the story will actually show that it has a plot! Gasp! Thanks again for the helpful reviews and hope you liked this chapter! I don't know why it's fun to torture favorite characters.... oh well!