Title: Sick in Bed

Summary: After exiting her game for the first time, Vanellope falls ill with a software virus and is terribly sick. Will Ralph be able to take care of her?

Genre: Friendship/Family, Hurt/Comfort

Pairings: None

Ralph was sitting in Tapper's. Nothing new. He sat there, drinking Root Beer, relaxing after a hard day of work. Of course, he expected nothing. Until a certain green presence entered the room and blew a loud horn.

"The president of Sugar Rush has demanded the presence of Wreck it Ralph immediately." Sour Bill said loudly in his ever-so depressing voice. Ralph sat up, surprised.

"What does she need this time….?" He mumbled as he stood, and began following Sour Bill to
Sugar Rush.

Soon, the two arrived at the large castle.

"She's upstairs in her bedroom." Sour Bill droned, "Knock before you enter." Ralph walked up the stairwell and came to the door of the young President's room. He knocked loudly.

"Come in…" A pitiful voiced groaned, after coughing. Immediately, Ralph was worried. He slowly opened the door and cautiously stepped in.

"What did you need for….Are you okay? You don't look too good…." He said worriedly.

"I don't feel too good…." Vanellope moaned. The small girl's face was pale, her cheeks tented slightly green. Her eyes were drooping and clouded with fever.

"What happened?!" Ralph rushed to the girl's side.

"I...I got back from…..going to….Game Central Station….and visiting you…..and I got really tired and then….I…..laid down…and then I started feeling really…icky…." Vanellope looked like she was feeling too poorly to continue.

"Looks like you have some sort of virus." Ralph said softly after feeling her head and seeing that she had a fever.

"I guess so…." The girl moaned, "Ralph…..I'm cold…." She was bundled under about ten thick blankets, and she was cold. "….Now my stomach hurts….." Vanellope's eyes got wide and her hand flew to her mouth. She began to get up, but wasn't able to move without putting herself in too much pain.

"I…I think I'm gonna throw up…." She clutched her stomach with the hand that wasn't covering her mouth. And just like that, she swerved around, grabbed the waste basket beside the bed, and got sick into it.

"Augh…" Vanellope moaned, flopping backwards onto the bed. "I've never felt this terrible in my life…."

"You can't be feeling good." Ralph spoke softly. He was trying his best not to show how freakishly worried he was, "Being sick's rough."

"Mmmhmm…." Vanellope yawned, falling asleep on the spot. She had placed the wastebasket back by her side.

Ralph began to panic now that she wouldn't notice. What was he going to do? What did she have? He can't even fix a broken picture frame, let alone nurse a sick kid back to health!

After a moment of pacing back and forth mumbling to himself, he retrieved a thermometer from the bathroom which was across the hall. He snuck it into Vanellope's mouth, which was wide open while she slept. He waited, and waited and waited.

"What is this thing, broken?" He said quietly, looking at the thermometer. It had taken an awful long time for it to beep. Finally, it did. 104.5. Her fever was terribly high. He looked at the sleeping girl, carefully stroking a few loose hairs out of her face. He was deeply worried. What would he do if he lost her?

Suddenly, she stirred.

"Ralph…?" Her voice was hoarse and shaky.

"What is it?" Ralph tried to make his voice soothing and soft, but instead it came out worried and rough.

"Promise me you won't leave until I'm better?" her voice shook and cracked as she began to drift off to sleep again.

"I promise." Ralph smiled through his worries.

Surprisingly enough, as the night continued, Vanellope began to get better. She wasn't as perky as usual, and of course she felt cold and achy, but her fever got down to a 99.9 after a few hours. She slept most of the time, waking up only twice, once when she got sick, and once when she had a small bit of a bad dream. By midnight, Ralph was still there. Vanellope was still asleep with a minor fever.

"I promise." Ralph smiled as the girl slept, never leaving her side, like he promised.

Ta-da! Chapter two! I know these are a bit short, but hey, it's not that bad, right? Be sure to comment with your ideas!