Under The Weather
Disclaimer: I don't own the Land Before Time characters.
A/N: A story when Littlefoot and the gang are all grown up.
Littlefoot woke up one morning feeling under the weather. He got up and stretched; a chill went through his whole body and he started coughing. He felt a headache coming on and rubbed the side of his head. After a few moments, he got himself a small pile of tree stars for breakfast. His throat ached whenever he swallowed. After his breakfast, he started wandering around the Great Valley. He spotted Topsy taking a drink from the lake at the Thundering Falls. Topsy turned his head and noticed his son-in-law.
"Good morning Littlefoot," Topsy said.
"Hey Topsy; nice weather we're having; the sky is nice and clear," Littlefoot said, wincing.
Topsy noted the hoarseness in Littlefoot's voice.
"You sound terrible; maybe you're catching a cold," Topsy claimed.
"It's nothing, really; I've- *cough, cough* had colds before; I can handle *wheezes* it," Littlefoot claimed.
Topsy covered his head with his forelegs.
"Watch it; I don't want that cold of yours," Topsy warned.
Littlefoot smiled sheepishly.
"I'll be careful," Littlefoot said.
Moments later, Littlefoot suddenly collapsed. Topsy began to feel really concerned; then, he laid a paw on top of Littlefoot's head and backed away.
"Oh dear; I gotta get him back home; but, he's too heavy for me to carry," Topsy told himself.
After a few moments, Topsy saw Grandpa Longneck walking by. He called him over; the elderly male noticed an urgency in his tone of voice.
"What is it Topsy?" Grandpa asked.
Topsy took in a few deep breaths to keep his composure.
"Littlefoot and I were talking; and then, he collapsed; he feels really hot too," Topsy explained.
Grandpa checked Littlefoot over and came to the same conclusion.
"You're right; I'll take him back to his nest and then tell Cera what is going on," Grandpa said.
Topsy nodded.
Littlefoot woke up a moment later from his fainting episode.
"Grandpa?" Littlefoot asked.
"Yes, Littlefoot; let's get you back home; you need to lie down," Grandpa told him.
Littlefoot stood on wobbly legs and leaned up against his grandpa for support. Once Littlefoot was back at his nest, Grandpa found Cera relaxing in the Tall Trees.
"Good morning Cera; lovely day we're having," Grandpa said.
"Yes it is," Cera agreed.
"There is something I need to tell you; Littlefoot is very sick; he has a sore throat and a high fever," Grandpa explained.
Cera instantly became worried. She was usually the one getting sick and having Littlefoot taking care of her; now, it's the other way around.
"Thank you for telling me; I gotta get home and see how he's doing," Cera said.
Grandpa nodded.
Once Cera got back to her nest, she saw that Littlefoot had brought up the tree stars that he ate earlier. Littlefoot nearly died from shock at her seeing him throwing up.
"Better out than in; as your grandpa always says," Cera said.
"Sorry you had to see that Cera," Littlefoot admitted.
Cera shrugged.
"That's okay; I've seen others vomit before; it's nothing new," Cera claimed.
Littlefoot grinned sheepishly.
"Your grandpa told me that you are sick; and I'm here to take care of you," Cera said.
"That's sweet of you," Littlefoot replied.
Cera smiled.
"I'm your wife; that's what I'm here for; through the good times and the bad," Cera said.
Cera grabbed a few leaves to clean up the vomit and disposed of the leaves.
"Get some sleep; I'll be here if you need anything," Cera demanded.
Littlefoot nodded and laid his head down and went to sleep. Cera grabbed a large tree star and wet it in a pool of water that was nearby. Then, she placed the tree star on Littlefoot's head to help cool him down.
This story will have more than one chapter; more characters will be introduced as the story goes on.