Here's another theme for the 100 Theme Challenge.

Yeah…I have nothing else to say XD

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7. Sick

Roy heard vomiting in Marth's room, and he ran as quickly as he can to check on him. One day, Marth fell ill and he was bedridden for days, throwing up and running a fever at dangerous levels. No one knew how he ended up getting sick in the first place, and Roy took it upon himself to take care of him.

Roy opened the door, and he saw Marth lying in his bed, sweating and breathing heavily.

"You OK?" Roy asked, walking towards the sick prince.

Marth shook his head. "N-no…" He began to cough, and he quickly turned his head to the bucket near his bed and vomited in it. Roy cringed when he saw this.

"Is there anything you need?" The boy-general asked.

Marth spat out the excess vomit and said weakly, "W-water…"

Roy quickly ran out of the room to get a glass of water from the nearby lake. A few minutes later, he came back, holding a glass full of water. "Here." He said, offering the glass to Marth. The blue-haired prince drank it greedily. "Th-thank you…" Marth whispered.

Roy placed his hand on the prince's head. "You're hot…" He said with a worried tone. He then looked at Marth. "Do you need anything else?"

"I-I'll be fine for now…" Marth said. Suddenly, he got up quickly from his bed. "The meeting! I forgot!" He suddenly felt pain in his stomach, and he turned to throw up in the bucket again. Roy moved away quickly to avoid being upchucked on.

"Lay down," Roy whispered as he gently pushed Marth back down, "I'll take care of it."

"Are you sure…?"

Roy nodded. "The knights understood that you're sick. I'll go instead."

Marth smiled weakly. "Th-thank you, Roy…"

Roy patted him on the head. "Go to sleep. You'll feel better soon after a nap." He turned to the door and left the room to go to the meeting room.

Marth quickly fell asleep, thinking of the boy who helped him with his illness.

After a few days, Marth felt better. He was still weak from all the vomiting and the fevers, but he was able to walk again without any help.

Roy was training in the training grounds when he heard a voice behind him. "Roy?"

Roy turned to see Marth. "Marth? What are you doing outside? You should go back inside."

"I-I just wanted to thank you…for taking care of me when I'm sick. You're…you're a good friend…" Marth said with a smile.

Roy smiled back and he went toward the prince. "I'm glad that I could help, Marth." He kissed him on the forehead. "I don't want to kiss you in the mouth; you might still have vomit in it." He joked.

Marth laughed, and he embraced the boy-general. After a few moments, he let him go.

"Go back inside; you're still too weak." Roy said.

Marth nodded, and he wobbled to the door, but Roy wrapped his arm around his shoulder. "Here, I'll help you."

Roy brought Marth back inside the castle, and Marth never forgot his kindness and concern for him.