Chicken Pox: That childhood illness that you must experience at some point in your life because it's just that much fun. And, since Noodle was a mere child, it made sence that she would experience the illness.
It all started with a small cough one night during rehearsal.
"Noodle, ya don' sing ye'." Murdoc slowed his bass playing, but still didn't miss a chord.
"No sing, cough." Noodle did her best to explain with broken english.
"Well, keep i' down, we got ta finish this song." Murdoc growled.
Noodle tried to stifled her coughs in her sleeve, which made it incredibly hard to play. After about two minutes of the craziest sounds ever, 2D stopped singing.
"Luv, ya nee' wat'r o somethink?" The man asked. The little girl shook her head.
"Are you feelin' alright?" Russel asked.
"Hai!" Noodle exclaimed and began playing her guitar again, only to start coughing again. The rest of the band watched at the girl's feeble attempts to play until Russel called the rehearsal short and carried Noodle to bed.
Little did anyone know, this was more than just a small cough.
The next day, Noodle woke up aching all over. She began sitting up when another feeling hit her. An itchy sensation actually. Noodle rubbed her eyes and gasped in shock. He hands were covered in tiny bumps. Panicking, the child threw her blankets off of her, only to notice the same bumps covering her legs too.
"RUSSEl-SAN! TOOCHI-SAN, MURDOC! COME!" She shouted, running to her bedroom door and throwing it open. Her boys were in her door way in two seconds, then away from the door way in half a second, then spraying disinfectant spray everywhere in a millisecond.
Noodle watched the boys run around the room in plastic gloves and masks, spraying disinfectant sprays, lighting matches, and praying for some reason.
"What go on?" Noodle asked, scratching at the little bumps.
"NOODLE! DON'T SCRATCH THOSE!" Russel dropped the can he was holding and ran up to the girl, putting oven mitts on her hands.
"What for?" Noodle held her arms up.
"You have chicken pox, baby girl." Russel answered plainly.
"Chicken?" Noodle questioned. She knew what chickens were, and these little spots looked nothing like them. Perhaps the illness came from a chicken, "Chicken make Noodle sick?"
"No, Noods, they' jus' calle' tha' 'cause...well...I dunno, actually." 2D stopped disinfecting the door knob and thought that one over.
"Yeah, why are they called chicken pox?" Murdoc questioned, looking up as well.
"Hm...Maybe 'cause." Russel was cut off by a sudden sneeze from Noodle. That sent the men running for the showers like a bunch of football players.
"So, does anyone remember getting chicken pox before?" Russel asked as he scrubbed his arms until they burned.
"I do." 2D replied, rinsing his hair out.
"I've seen your medical records, 'D, you never had chicken pox." Murdoc commented, doing his best to burn away any germs.
"Oh...Well what's this spot then?" 2D held up his arm to reveal three tiny red spots.
Now three miles away from Kong studio, lying on the room of Murdoc's Winnebago, Russel and the bassist stared up at the clouds.
"It just ain't the same without 'D." Russel sighed, watching the clouds glide by.
"Yeah, well, what do we do about those two?"
"We should call 'D's mom, she is a nurse after all." Russel pointed out.
"Oh yeah!" Murdoc sat up as Russel called the woman.
Calamine lotion, aka, the lotion of the gods!
"That's all?" Russel and Murdoc crowded around the cell phone.
"Yup, ma'e sure they dun scratch, oatmeal baths 'elp, too." Rachel said cheerfully.
"Okay, great, thanks." Russel hung up, only to be met by Murdoc looking completely irritated.
"What?"
"I can't afford oatmeal!"
Back at Kong Studio, after realizing you can only get chicken pox once, Every was in Noodle's room, Murdoc sat in a swivel chair, Russel laid on the floor, and 2D and Noodle were curled up on the child's bed.
"It just ain't the same with Noodle in here."
A/N: Sorry, Noods, Boys only in the "Boys only who over react when they're young lady has a problem club". XD oh boy, anyway, thanks for reading!