Garmadon tossed and turned in his bed. He clutched at his right hand. It was swollen and red, two small puncture wounds throbbed at the center. Garmadon rolled over again, face wet with tears, eyes glassy and unfocused.

Wu crept into the room. Garmadon had yelled at him earlier and he didn't want to make his brother angry again. But he couldn't bear to hear Garmadon crying either. So he tiptoed to Garmadon's bedside, hoping to comfort his brother.

"Garmadon," he whispered. "Are…are you all right? Do you need anything?"

Garmadon stared blankly past Wu at the wall. Wu tilted his head, chewing on his lip. "Garmadon?" He lifted his hand, paused, then placed it on his brother's forehead. It was warm. Too warm. "I'll be right back," he told Garmadon, although he wasn't sure his brother heard him.

He raced out of the room to their father's study. The door was open, indicating that it was fine to enter. Wu knocked on the wall before going in. He stood to the side while his father finished what he was doing.

"Is there something you need, Wu?" The First Spinjitzu Master asked.

"I think Garmadon needs help," the boy said. "I went into the room, but he didn't respond to anything. And he's burning up."

Their father stood up. "Come."

Wu followed his father back to Garmadon's room. He stood in the doorway while his father knelt next to the bed.

"Grab a cold, wet cloth and bring it here," the First Spinjitzu Master told his son.

Nodding, Wu left to find a cloth. He crossed his fingers, hoping, praying, that Garmadon would be okay.

When he returned to the room, he found his father sitting cross legged on the floor. Garmadon seemed to have settled down for the time being.

Wu handed his father the cloth. His father took it and stood, placing it gently on his older son's forehead.

"He will be fine, Wu," the First Spinjitzu Master said. "Now go to bed."

"Yes Father."


Much later that night, long after Wu had fallen asleep, Garmadon woke up. The cloth was on the floor next to his bed, but he didn't notice. He stumbled out of bed, only half aware of his surroundings. He staggered over to the wall, using it to support himself as he made his way to the door.

He made it without waking up his brother. He cracked open the door enough for him to slip out, but once he looked out, the hallway spun in front of him.

Garmadon gripped the doorframe. He could make it. One step at a time, he edged down the hall, leaning up against the wall. A few painstaking moments later, he reached his father's study.

The First Spinjitzu Master was rolling up a scroll when Garmadon stumbled into the room.

"What are you doing up, Garmadon?" His father asked.

Garmadon mumbled something before sinking to the floor.

"Come child." The First Spinjitzu Master picked up his son.

"I don' wanna go to bed," the boy mumbled. "I don' like…sleeping." His words were slurred.

"What do you want?"

"I wanna stay with you." Garmadon snuggled close to his father's chest. "You can…keep…them away."

"Keep what away?"

"Bad dreams."

The First Spinjitzu Master nodded. "Very well." He grabbed a blanket and tucked it around his son.

Still holding Garmadon, the First Spinjitzu Master walked outside and sat down. Garmadon stared up at the sky, watching clouds pass over the stars. His father began to sing. Garmadon couldn't understand the words, but the melody was calming. He felt peaceful. He relaxed in his father's arms and fell asleep.

The First Spinjitzu Master smiled softly. He continued to sing, holding his son close.