"Wakko, you ok?". Wakko turned his head to see Dot standing there on the ladder. "W-what's...the...time?", he asked. He was feeling very unwell, he wanted to trow up. "Um...eight am. Is something wrong?", asked Dot. "I...don't...feel-", but just then, he felt it coming and quickly got up. After he got back, Wakko saw that the bedroom was empty. So he went back to bed and cryed, hugging the pillow. He didn't want to know. He just couldn't handle it. All of the things that happened the previous day came flooding back to his mind the minute he woke up. And now he was sick!
"Wakko!", his siblings ran into the room. "Told you he's not fine", said Dot. "What's wrong brother?", asked the oldest. Wakko just looked at them both, then back. Dot sighed, "Please just tell us what's bothering you, I'm sure we can help". Wakko sat up in his bed, "D-do you know why I trew up?". "Why?" "Because...the-the whole...s-scene from yesterday...i-it just came back this morning...and...", he just couldn't do it anymore and curled up.
"Aww...", the other two said and climbed in with him, giving him a big hug. Feeling a little safer, Wakko continiued, "I...I couldn't sleep last night because of this...it just made me sick...it hurts...". "Well", his brother said, "I guess you should rest today". "Yeah, you have a point", said Wakko.
So, that day Wakko wasn't in such a good mood, no matter how much his sibs tried to cheer him up. Still, they took care of him and luckly, at the end of the day he felt a lot better and...was ready for yet another...hard day.