Branch and Poppy One Shot

Sick Day

Poppy is sick and Branch is taking care of her. Gray Branch. Takes place before Trolls

It was a beautiful bright morning and most of the trolls were outside singing, hugging, dancing and enjoying the day off except for one troll and that was the happiest troll of all Princess Poppy.

The pink troll was in bed coughing, groaning, she felt hot and cold. ''I can't be sick I have stuff to do.'' She said to herself as she got up and got dressed ready to pretend nothing was wrong.

She went outside but her legs felt weak as she was walking.

''Morning Poppy.'' Biggie called as he came over to her.

''Morning Biggie.'' She said in her cheerful voice even though she felt like crap sprinkles.

''Say, Mr. Dinkles is hosting a party this evening and we would be honored if you would come.'' Biggie said.

Poppy didn't feel like parties, she didn't want to lie but she didn't want him to know she was sick. ''I will try to come but I have a busy schedule.'' She said.

''I understand, getting prepared to be queen one day seems like a lot, but do try to come.'' Biggie said as he left.

Poppy was walking the best she could, most trolls saw her would say she looked fine, but she had weak legs and she limped a bit.

Not far away a grey survivalist troll named Branch was out picking up sticks when he saw the pink troll princess. He noticed something was off about her, she looked sad and miserable. With the other trolls Branch could of cared less but he had grown fond of the pink bubbly princess.

''Hey Poppy, what's going on looking green around the face.'' He taunted coming over.

Poppy looks at him with a sad sick looking face, she was shivering. Branch's face was replaced with concern as he caught Poppy before she fell over and felt her forehead.

''My trolls Poppy you're burning up! You should be in bed.'' He said worried.

''I can't I have s-stuff to do.'' She complained.

''Well, you aren't doing anything until you're better.'' He had dropped his sticks and carried Poppy bridal style to his bunker where it was cool and laid her on the couch and went to the backroom.

''You should of stayed in your pod Poppy. You're running a fever and it could get worse if you're up and running around.'' He told her coming out with a blanket and wrapping her up in it.

''B-But I can't have everyone knowing I'm sick they are depending on me.'' She said weakly laying down panting.

''Well, today they ain't counting on you. You need rest Poppy.'' Branch said coming over with a cold washcloth sitting next to her waist and dabs it a bit over her forehead cooling her down.

Poppy felt a bit better, and she was surprised at how sweet and caring Branch was very different from the sarcastic putting her down.

''I'll make you some broth.'' He said standing up and going to his kitchen to make it. Poppy smiles and fell asleep.

Branch was making the broth putting in extra stuff to help with a cold. He couldn't believe he was actually taking care of the princess. He had planned on going camping after he collected his sticks, but she was more important. Once the broth was done, he took it over to Poppy and saw she was asleep, he hated to admit it but she looked so cute sleeping with a half-smile on her face.

He shook her shoulder gently she turned letting out a yawn and opened her eyes. ''Hey.'' She said quietly.

''Hey Poppy, sorry to wake you up but here drink this broth it will help bring down the fever.'' He said softly as she sat up and he fed her.