Wild Kratts - ONE SHOTS

Down With The Flu

A new day dawned on the Wild Kratts team, somewhere in North America where the Tortuga was nicely parked in a rainforest.

Chris was busy packing adventure gear while waiting for his brother who hadn't showed up yet.

"Binoculars, climbing rope, extra socks..." He recapitulated to himself. "Alright, I think everything's ready. Now where's Martin?" He looked around, still not spotting his brother.

"Maybe he's still asleep?" Jimmy guessed, fully concentrated on his video game. "Score!"

"Martin would never miss a creature adventure by sleeping in," Chris stated with a frown.

Just then, Martin entered the room, dragging his feet like a mummy, head bowed with slumpy shoulders.

"Hey bro, ready for- " Chris took one look at him and couldn't help but sense something was off.

"Morning," was all Martin could mutter, grabbing his bag and placing it near his brother's.

"Uhh... You alright, bro?" Chris asked. Martin looked up, his face not as bright as usual. "M'fine," he mumbled, heading to the fridge where he grabbed a drink.

Was he... Nah. Chris thought his brother must've gotten up from the wrong side of the bed, that's all... Right?

"Okay, bros. The suits are ready. You're good to go," they heard Aviva say from behind them, holding up the suits for them.

"Thanks, Aviva!" Chris delightfully grabbed his suit, followed by Martin just as he finished his drink.

Now they were ready to leave.

"Let's go, bro!" Chris grabbed his bag and headed outside, followed by Martin.

"Wait up!" he called, his voice sounding unusually pained...

Four hours later, the brothers returned to the HQ. Chris came in looking pumped and energetic while Martin...looked like he came back from the dead. He was huffing and sweating, as if he had ran a marathon, only worse.

"Feew... Now that was great!" Chris dropped his bag and stretched in satisfaction.

An very obviously exhausted Martin dropped his bag almost as soon as he walked in and went over to sit down, breathing abnormally fast.

"You alright, MK?" Koki asked, placing a hand on his shoulder.

He looked at her, forcing an unconvincing smile. "Yeah, m'okay." He faked a smile.

She frowned, still worried for her friend, but then he got up and headed for his room when-

"Hey, Martin, don't think you're getting away that easy." His brother's words caught him off guard. "You were barely moving back there! What was that about?" Chris asked, rather teasingly, but Martin didn't feel like talking to anyone... He just wanted some rest.

He turned around to face his brother and the crew, but before he could say anything, the earth beneath him started to shake, his vision becoming blurry in a matter of seconds. The last thing he remembered was his friends' horrified faces, before everything went black...

The crew's POV

The crew watched in horror Martin swaying uncontrollably, before losing consciousness and heading for the floor. Thankfully, Chris swiftly dashed past Aviva and caught his brother in his arms just in time, his head centimeters away from the ground. He gently layed him down and held his head in his lap, his eyes being closed shot.

"Martin? Martin, wake up!" Chris called out, panic clear in his voice.

He felt Aviva, Koki and Jimmy surrounding them with worried faces. Aviva knelt beside Chris and grabbed Martin's arm, wrapping her hands around his, while Koki was being squeezed by an exaggeratedly nervous Jimmy.