"Hello, please take a seat.", said the tall, thin gelert in his white coat, gestering to three white, plastic chairs with two strange metal legs each that were actually squarish hoops that served as two legs each.
"And what is wrong with your son, ma'am?", asked the doctor, looking at Will over his glasses. Though it was obvious he already knew.
"Yes, doctor, well, I believe my son has caught a cold."
"Ahhh, yes, and it seems to be a very bad one at that." replied the doctor, smiling at him.
So that was what that strange creature he had caught in the backyard was. It had bitten him, maybe that was why it was bad. And, maybe he was sick because of that bite. Of course, and that brown-winged, purple creature with many legs and two big pincers was quite cold.
"I'm so clever!", he thought to himself. His mother turned to look at him with a strange expression on her face, and he realised that he had said it out loud, thanks to a certain someone's punctuation.
And why was that doctor smiling when he talked about how bad his cold was?
"Of course, because he's evil.", he thought, getting irritated at Lyeba, when his mother turned around to look at him strangely again.
He glanced at the doctor, who had been, until now, still by the door, waiting for them to be seated. He now closed the door with a slight 'click', which Will assumed was the sound of the lock. Time to set his plan into action.
He got out his paperclip-grappling hook as the doctor headed towards his desk. As he flung it through the air, towards the window, the doctor slowly sat down. The piece of metal flew across the room as the doctor settled into his chair. Everything seemed to be in slow motion, until the hook reached its target, and bounced off with a light 'ping'.
"Dear, what was that for? My, the cold must be getting to his head. Sweetheart, that isn't Maraqua's waters, it's glass, you can't go fishing there.", his mother looked worried. He looked disappointed, though his mother only thought it was because he couldn't fish.
'But I still have this!', he thought, then glanced at his mum to make sure Lyeba hadn't put speech marks in again. She hadn't.
He took out his scissors, feeling a small hole they had torn in his pocket as he did so. Then, he took out his apple, which was, by now, bruised and slightly oozing. Then, he opened the scissors and stabbed himself, no sorry, his apple.
Meanwhile, the adults were busy saying a load of mumbo jumbo that he didn't even bother to try to understand.
"TAKE THISH, EWIL DOCTOW!", shrieked Will as he smeared the apple all over the doctor's face. The result was not what he had expected. He had imagined the doctor howling in pain, then either running out the door or melting away into a sizzling, fizzy, green goop.
Instead, there was only a surprised gelert and a VERY angry Xweetox.
"I'm ever so sorry! Let me clean that up for you.", she said apologetically, getting up to grab a roll of tissue, "Kids these days. Or maybe it was the cold."
The doctor blushed a deep red as she leaned over to clean him, and said through gritted teeth, "No...Need...Ma'am. Just GET OUT!"
Will's mother immediately stood up straight and grabbed her handbag to leave. Will turned around and stuck his tongue out at the doctor, who had just begun to calm down and regain his former colour.
"I said, GET OUT!", shrieked the doctor, reddening again.
On the way home, Will told his mother how the evil doctor had sent the cold to bite him. All his mother understood was some mumbo jumbo about a vernax-like doctor who bit him a cold.
She decided that the cold was getting to his head, and he needed some rest. When they got home, his mother made some chicken soup for him and introduced him to Nutella. A delicacy from the human world. She called it her 'little treat'. He has been addicted to the chocolatey delight ever since. And his mother has been regretting it ever since.

So, how was it? Ok? I don't expect it to be. Don't worry, I'll type up a proper story hopefully if I get time in the remaining two weeks of the holidays. By the way, if you want a sequel to THIS, then I've decided ten reviews and I will post it. I know, a lot, but hopefully, by then I will have written it. I plan this to be a trilogy, even if it is a very bad story. I wrote first two chapters on my DSi at night when I couldn't sleep and then the following two nights I wrotea chapter each. This is the fourth night I worked on this story, I Neofied it, then figured out how Fanfics work and stuff. Please don't let this story affect your opinion of me, I was sleep-deprived when I wrote it. :P Anyhow, tata!