That night, the sky was clear and the stars were making their way trough the street lights to be seen. The snow was covering most of the place and a cold wind was blowing.
"Wakko? You ok?", his brother asked. They were standing right there, a few metres from their home. And unfortunately, Wakko started shaking again. "Don't know...", he said, "I feel cold again...". Dot sighed, "That's because of the snow". "I know...", said Wakko. "Don't worry", said Dot and came up to him, "Yakko, can you please help me carry him?".
Luckly, there was a blanket, so Wakko was wrapped in it again while the other two carried him. The fever was strong tough. It grew stronger than the last time and Wakko was now in a serious life danger. Headache, cold, pain...he felt it all. He was aware, and didn't like it a single bit. There they were, walking in the cold snowy evening with him. "Don't worry Wakko, it'll be ok", said Dot.
Finaly, the three of them reached the balcony and stopped. The tower was covered in snow and they had a perfect view of the snowy streets. "Wow...", Wakko whispered. "It's so beautiful..." said Dot.
"Alright sibs", said the oldest, "Why don't we just go in?". "Yeah, you have a point", said Dot.
She slowly opened the door and they stepped inside. And that was the moment they saw how beautiful their home was decorated. There, right beside the couch, was a fireplace.
"Wow...", said Dot, "What a warm welcome". "Yeah", said Wakko, "It's so warm...", then he gasped, "Yaayy! It's warm! Finaly!". "Well then", said Yakko, "What are we waiting for?".
The two layed Wakko down on the couch and sat down. "You feelin' better now?", asked Dot. "Yes...", said Wakko, "But...still hurts...". "You still have a headache?", asked Yakko. "Yeah", said Wakko. "Hey Wakko", said Dot, "Can you tell us that bad- I mean, nightmare you had?". "What?", asked the oldest. "Ah", said Dot, "Wakko had a nightmare that night he got sick".
Wakko sighed, "Why? Do I have to?". "Well", said Yakko, "Maybe we can help you". "Ok, fine", said Wakko, "We were...dying". "What?!", the two asked in unision. "Of cold", he finished. "Ah, yes", said Dot, "Makes sense". "Can you describe it?", asked Yakko. "What?!", Dot snapped, "After all we've gone trough, you want him to-" "Dot...", said Wakko, "It's fine". "Yeah, the point is to help", said Yakko. Dot sighed, "Good job guys. Go on".
"So", Wakko started, "We had to walk in the middle of the night, there was snow everywhere and we had nothing. That's why we died". "Wait. How did you know we died?", asked Dot. "I felt...weak. Like, I could actually feel the sickness coming", said Wakko. "Ah, that makes sense as well", said Yakko, "You got your mind working". "Yeah", said Wakko. "And that's not good to hear", said Dot.
"But guys...", said Wakko after a few moments, "Am I actually dying?".
The two looked at eachother then at him. "Are you sure you're fine?", asked Dot. "What?", asked Wakko. "I don't think you're just sick...", she said heavily. "W-what do you mean?", Wakko asked, looking at her. She sighed, "I think you have been traumatized...sorry".
Wakko tought for a second. "So...you don't think I'll die?", he asked. "No, not at all!", said Yakko. "Well, let's hope for the best", said Dot. And the three of them had a group hug, not wanting to leave the place.
A/n: Well, there it is! The end. I'm leaving you all at this to imagine. I may said it ends on a sad note, but if you don't want it, please don't let Wakko die! Wish you all the best at imagining and until next time, byye!!