(A/N: Okay, it has been a while since I wrote something for "Donkey Kong", but now I've gotten an idea! I do not own the Donkey Kong franchise. No need to riot; I'm going to get this show on the road!)
It was nighttime on Kongo Bongo Island, but some of the inhabitants were most likely still awake. Like Diddy and Dixie Kong, for example. Hey, why don't we go check up on them? Let's go!
At Diddy and Dixie's treehouse, we find the couple sitting on the living room couch together, watching reruns of "The Big Bang Theory" on T.V. This has become a common thing for the two ever since they got married a year ago. After a long day of adventuring around Kongo Bongo Island, the two would return to the treehouse they called home, eat dinner, shower together, and watch a bit of television until they felt tired enough to get some sleep.
As for what they watched, it usually didn't matter to Dixie. Sometimes, they watched "The Big Bang Theory", like they were doing now. Other nights, they watched sports. Dixie didn't really mind what she watched; as long as Diddy was enjoying it, then so did she.
At one point, Dixie moaned a little and put a hand on her stomach.
"What's wrong, Dixie? Are you okay?" Diddy asked his wife, having noticed.
"No, not really, Diddy. My stomach hurts." Dixie said.
"Well, that's not a good thing. What do you think caused it?" Diddy asked.
"I don't know. But I do know that it's not what we had for dinner. And it couldn't be the fruits we ate during our adventure. The ones that I know are safe, that is. I've eaten them plenty of times before, and I've never gotten sick." Dixie said.
"You think maybe you ate too much of them? Or maybe you ate a bad one?" Diddy asked.
"I don't think so. They all looked ripe and perfect to me..." Dixie said, before letting out a louder moan of pain.
"Dixie?" Diddy asked, concerned.
"This isn't good. My stomach hurts pretty bad, Diddy..." Dixie replied, looking upset.
"I don't doubt it. Your moans indicate that this is a pretty bad stomachache. We should probably get you into bed now so you can sleep it off." Diddy suggested.
"That sounds like an idea. But do you think you could help me along, Diddy? My stomach hurts too much for me to get there alone." Dixie said. She really did look like she was in bad pain.
"Okay, I'll help you." said Diddy, even more concerned. He knew that Dixie had had stomachaches in the past, but even then she was able get up and move around by herself. But this must've been one of the pretty bad ones if she needed him to help her get around.
So Diddy turned off the T.V. and helped his wife stand up. He allowed her to put her arm around his shoulders as they slowly made their way to their bedroom.
"You'll be okay, right, Dixie?" Diddy asked.
"I hope so, Diddy. I've had some nasty stomachaches in the past, but they'd fade away as sooon as I was lying down. I think laying down will do the trick, just like it always does." Dixie assured her husband.
Once inside their room, Diddy quickly pulled back the bedcovers and helped his wife get into the bed. Once Dixie was lying down, Diddy pulled the covers up over her body, and then he watched as Dixie immediately rolled onto her stomach, something she usually did whenever her stomach hurt. Lying that way usually helped to alleviate the pain in her tummy whenever it hurt.
Diddy decided to stay in the bedroom just in case Dixie needed his help again, so he got in next to her before turning on the lamp on his nightstand. Then he picked up remote for the T.V. in their room and turned on the television, but he kept the volume low so that Dixie could rest and quite possibly get to sleep.
"Diddy, it's okay if you want to leave the volume normal." Dixie said, hearing the T.V. in spite of the low volume.
"You sure, Dixie?" Diddy asked.
"Yeah, sometimes the sound of the T.V. will help lull me to sleep." Dixie assured her husband.
"Oh yeah." Diddy said. He suddenly remembered this fact, so he put the volume up just a bit.
"And maybe listening to it will help out. The episode that's on right now has some funny moments, and they always say that laughter is the best medicine." Dixie said.
"Then you should be okay." Diddy smiled.
An hour passed, but Dixie hadn't fallen asleep yet. She couldn't go to sleep not because "The Big Bang Theory" was keeping her awake. She couldn't sleep because her bad stomachache wasn't going away. It was actually getting worse. That was new.
Dixie was beginning to feel scared, because the stomachaches she had in the past would fade away after a few minutes or so of lying on her tummy, and then she'd be okay. But this one was something else. The pain was too great. It was making her unable to really enjoy the funny parts of the episode.
Dixie let out a loud moan of pain, and that worried Diddy.
"Dixie, are you okay?" Diddy asked as he turned off the T.V.
"Did that moan sound okay to you, Diddy?" Dixie asked.
"No, not really. Sorry. I hope you'll feel better soon." Diddy said.
"I hope so too, because this thing isn't going away." Dixie replied.
"It's not?" Diddy asked.
"Nope. It's doing a new trick that I don't like. It's getting worse." Dixie said.
"It's worsening? That's not a good sign." Diddy said. He then asked, "What should we do? Do you want me to get you something to eat?"
"No. I'm really not hungry. I'm also afraid that if I eat, then I'll be in more pain." Dixie replied.
"Do you think I should take you to the hospital?" Diddy suggested, ready to get out of bed if she said yes.
"No, Diddy. We are not going to the hospital. I don't want to go to the hospital. I don't like going there, especially at night. I hate hospitals; you know that." Dixie said.
"But Dixie, what if you need to be in one right now? If your stomach is hurting worse than it should, then I really think we should head on over there." Diddy told her.
"Fine, then. I'll tell you what: let's wait it out a little longer. If there's no relief in sight, then we'll go to the hospital. Does that sound good to you?" Dixie asked.
"No, it doesn't." Diddy thought, but he didn't say it. Even though he didn't agree with this plan, he reluctantly said, "Okay." He hated to know that his wife was suffering. For some reason, he felt that she really did need to be in a hospital right then. But she didn't want to go.
Diddy turned off the lamp on his nightstand and decided to call it a night. He had some trouble sleeping, hearing Dixie's moans of pain.
"Hey, do you want me to rub your tummy? That might help." Diddy suggested. That was an idea he wished he had suggested when this problem began. If he had, maybe she wouldn't be in so much pain.
"No. My tummy hurts really bad. Don't touch it." Dixie said.
"Sorry, honey. I wish I could take your pain away for you." Diddy said.
"I know. You always say that you would if you could, but we know it's not possible. I'll try to rest, and you should, too." said Dixie.
So the story isn't really off to a good start, what with Dixie having a pretty bad stomachache. Don't you just hate when they don't go away? But to find out why Dixie isn't feeling well, you'll just have to stay tuned for more!
