'𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 '

𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐀/𝐍: In my AU, Georgie is like a self insert(ish), so he has the same sexuality's as me/gender. As I am trans, so is he. But his family doesn't know and refers to him as 'she', so there might be a mix of he/she pronouns.
And the reason he didn't go to the memorial hospital is because he was already sick. Anyway, I'll stop wasting your time, enjoy the read!
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TW: minor swearing
Also if you find children calling their parents 'mommy' or 'daddy' is sexual, please get the FUCK off of my Wattpad story. Thank you.

Georgie woke up with a groan, sitting up in the lower bunk of the bed. He sniffled and reached over to grab a tissue, blowing his nose and tossing the tissue paper in the trash can.

He tiredly walked out of bed and changed into some comfier pajamas, since his were covered in germs and snot. He walked in the bathroom and changed, flopping back onto his bed with a tired groan.

"Georgie dear, are you awake?" His mother called, slowly creaking the door open and walking in with a small bowl of cereal and milk.

"Morning, dear." She smiled, sitting down on her knees and placing the bowl of cereal on the nightstand, lightly pushing hair out of Georgie's face.

"Mmm..morning ma." Georgie yawned, rubbing his eyes.
"I made you breakfast, are you hungry?" She asked, caressing his cheek.
"eh..not really, no. But thank you, ma." He shook his head. He was hungry, but he didn't think he could keep any food up, or down.

"Oh..alright dear. Just have a small bite when you feel like it. We can't give you medicine if you haven't had any food." She nodded her head in understanding, standing up and walking out the room.

Georgie reached over and grabbed his notebook and a pen. And another tissue as he wiped his right eye. It was always so watery when he was sick and it pissed him off. If he could he'd rip out his eye. But he isn't looking forward to going blind anytime soon.

He opened the notebook and clicked the end of the pen to begin writing.

Day 14, week 2 of being sick
3/14/1980
(March 14th, 1980.)
Diary entry #14
'Dear diary, I've been sick for 2 weeks now. And I'm surprised I'm not dead yet! anyway, if I ever use this if I'm older, I might aswell right down my age. I am nine yers old and my sister is eleven! Mommy came in to give me some cereal. I'm hungry, but I'm scared if I might vomit. I hate vomit. It's disgusting, it feels weird, and it makes me want to rip out my organs after doing so. And me writing about my fears isn't helping! Eugh!!! Anyway, daddy says he's trying to pay whatever the 'bills' are, but he's not getting enouf money? I feel bad. I want to help. Once I get better, I'll help. Idk how I will, but I will.
-end of entry #14

Georgie put his notebook and pen away, and fell asleep for the first nap of the day.

[TIMESKIP: 3/14/1980, 3:25PM]

"Georgie..you need to eat. You need to get better." His mother tried to bring the spoon of medicine to the child's mouth, but Georgie simply shook his head and kept his mouth shut.

"Georgie, do you want to get better and see your friends at school?"
"nuh uh."
"Oh- what about the teachers?"
"Yucky."
"Georgie for king piggy's sake, just take the damn medicine."
"Bleh."

Mother piggy rolled her eyes, slightly annoyed now. She used her free hand to force Georgie's head to face her, and used her thumb to open Georgie's mouth, forcing the medicine into his mouth.
"Yucky!!"
"I don't care if it's yucky, you need to get better." She spoke firmly, taking the medicine and walking out the room.
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[TIMESKIP #2, 3/17/1980]

Georgie's dad went to go take the mail and look through it, when something caught his eye.
'IMPORTANT! PLEASE READ THOROUGHLY'

[im getting lazy soooo..,,,,]

[TIMESKIP #3, 3/18/1980]

Penelope and her father went to the hospital, and was greeted by the famous, Mr.P.

"Hello, hello! You must be Penelope and Mr.piggy! It is so glad you've decided to show up!"
"Not like we had a choice.." Penelope muttered, crossing her arms.
"Don't be so sour, now cmon! I'll take you two to the hospital room." Mr.p instructed, gesturing for them to follow him.

Penelope held her fathers hand nervously.
"I don't like this.." she mumbled, looking up at him.
"Don't worry, Penelope. Nothing bad is going to happen. I'll make sure of it." He reassured, softly smiling.

Penelope nodded her head, and followed Mr.P into the room.
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Penelope sat down on a stool, and extended her arm out to the doctor, who held a needle in her paw.

The doctor lifted the syringe, and poked it into Penelope's arm, injecting the so called 'cure' into her veins.

"How do you feel?" Her father asked, resting a hand on her shoulder.
"Uhm..my organs feel mushy." She replied, growing worried.
"That's..not normal." The doctor mumbled.
"Dad..? What's happening?" She asked, turning her head to face him.
"I don't know. I really don't. Just please relax.."
"Daddy I can't see! My eyes hurt! Everything hurts!" She shouted, finding her dads hand and holding it tightly.
"Penelope? PENELOPE!"

Within a minute, a button was pressed and doctors were running into the room, carrying Penelope into a stretcher and having to hold her father back.

"YOU SICK FUCKS! LET ME GO!" He shouted.
"I'm afraid we cannot do that."
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Weeks have passed by, and Penelope was still in the hospital, her family in the waiting room.

Georgie was basically tearing his hair out stressfully, his mother was asleep in the chair, and his father was sitting down nervously, praying Penelope was going to be okay.

A doctor walked in thirty minutes later, and stuffed her hands into the pockets of his coat.

"So..?" Georgie spoke up, looking up at the doctor.
"I'm sorry for your loss."

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A/N: and THATS the end of chapter 1!! Hope you enjoyed it ^^
Word count: 1049
I'll try and post daily, but expect updates soon!!