I Think Something's Wrong (Open)

[Wyatt Halliwell]

(August 15th. Morning. couldn't resist revealing the pregnancy early. maybe this is the thread usagi helps wyatt escape. or a thread after it.)

Wyatt groaned as he ran from his bed and threw up into the toilet again. It had been over a week since he'd been here. And he and Usagi had found some time to be alone together and things had gone quicker than either had expected. But it wasn't like they could date and they were in a way defying Jafar. But now he was sick. As he got up he heard someone come in. He thought it was Usagi but frowned seeing it was Madame Mim. Wyatt glared at her as she spoke.

"Nothing's delightful about this. I thought it was something I ate but it wouldn't last this long." said Wyatt.

Wyatt nodded.

"Probably a good idea." said Wyatt.

Suddenly they were flying on her broom before he could stop her. He felt even queasier as they arrived at the lab. Wyatt groaned taking a seat to steady himself from the flight. When Vanessa chanted her spell and got the results he also was nervous.

"I'm going to be sick for a while? What's wrong with me?" asked Wyatt.

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Madame Mim walked into Wyatt's room and heard strange noises but was curious.

"Hello dear. It sounded like you were sick again. How delightful." said Mim.

Mim paused at him.

"You may be right, my boy. Normally I wouldn't care but you're part of this army and you being sick is a problem for all of us. I think we should bring you to the medical bay." said Mim.

She paused conjuring her broom and pulling Wyatt onto it before he could respond and flew off to the lab.

"Hello! Anyone here? This boy is sick and needs something." said Mim.

Mim watched as Vanessa cast a spell and hearing her results she chuckled.

"What's wrong with the boy? Is it contagious?" asked Mim.

She'd been sick once thanks to Merlin. She did not want that to happen again.

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Vanessa walked out hearing the pair as she smiled at them.

"Well hello. I've become one of the new medics here. I'm sure I can whip up a potion for you in no time." said Vanessa.

She paused trying to guess his symptoms and cast a quick spell.

"The boy is sick that much is true.
Time to learn what is making him feeling blue.
Show us what makes him throb.
So we can cure it and return to his job."

As she spoke a parchment appears and she chuckled.

"Well, well I know what's troubling you. And it appears you'll be out of work for awhile." said Vanessa.

[Miyamoto Usagi]

(OCC: I say we could either do a time-skip here or just make a whole new thread)

Jafar must've been in a good mood or too distracted by his work, because Usagi managed to convince him to let him have some time to see Wyatt. He made it a guise of friendship, because romance could only be allowed so much. Usagi went to Wyatt's room, determined to check if he was all right. Usagi was surprised to not find him in his room. He went all over the house, only to find him in the medical bay. In worry, he shouted "Wyatt!" He went over to the women and replied worriedly "What happened? What's wrong is he alright?" He held Wyatt's hand, completely concerned "I went to check on you since you were having stomach issues. I never realized you were this sick. What's wrong?"
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Moarte and Dr. Sweet also came down, curious to the noise. Sweet went over to Vanessa "Hey there. I was about to fix up more in here but it seems we got a patient" He was aware he was working with her since they both were still relatively new, him slightly more advanced than her. He turned to Wyatt and looked him up and down. He was stunned and replied "Well I'll be a monkey's uncle, I heard you were throwing up bad but I didn't realize this bad" He turned to Vanessa "You got anything on him?"
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Moarte looked Wyatt up and down as well. He was relatively quiet until Mim expressed concern that he was contagious. He shrugged at that "Madame Mim, with respect, if it was contagious we would have many more sick patients. It seems Wyatt might have something minor from the looks of him" He then turned to Vanessa who said she knew what was wrong. Moarte clasped his hands together, replying "I also have suspicions due to his energy that it's not entirely sickness. But what is your hypothesis, madame?"