It was late that night at Marshall Lee's house. Fionna, Cake, and Prince Gumball were all hanging out with Marshall. (Well sorta. The three were downstairs watching Twilight, while Marshall was in the bathroom upstairs. )
"That Twilight movie is stupid. It makes a joke out of us Vampires!"
"But you have to admit Bella's wolf boyfriend is gorgeous."
"Wayyyy to much information Cake."
"Sorry Fionna. TEAM JACOB!"
"I vote for team Edward."
"Can we please just get back to the story?"
"Sorry PG."
Anyway.... Marshall was upstairs trying to ignore the stupid Twilight movie from downstairs. Just then he felt his stomach with a sharp pain. He fell on his knees and winced a little. He was holding on to his bed covers for dear life.
"Not this again. Please not now." He slowly got up and headed for the bathroom. As soon as lifted up the seat to the toilet, he barfed. This had been happening to Marshall for a few months now, but he couldn't let anybody know. He thought it was just a vampire thing. After about an hour puking up everything he ate for the last month, Marshall had stopped. It was hard to get up because he was bent over for an hour hurling everything. He got up and his back was sore. He placed his hands on his back and walked downstairs. Fionna was asleep on Cake's back. PG and Marshall waved them goodbye as they left. Gumball gave a weird look at Marshall, then finally said:
"Hey are you ok? You seem paler then usual." It was true. Marshall Lee was so pale, he looked like a ghost, he was sweating buluts, and his back killed him. All he wanted to do was to get some sleep. "Yeah... I'm fine." He croaked. Gumball shook his head
"I think I should stay here."
"Really, I'm --" Marshall put his hand over his mouth. He quickly flew upstairs. PG was right behind. Again Marshall Lee barfed in the toilet. Gumball saw this and patted his back.
"I'll be right here Marshall." Prince Gumball said while rubbing Marshall's back. After 10 minutes, Marshall was done. Gumball looked at him and said:
"Let's get you to bed." Marshall held out his hands like an infant. Gumball smiled and carried him to his bed. He laid him down, and laid beside him.
"Gumball?" Marshall said weekly.
"Yes?" Gumball said placing his hand on his forehead.
"I'm really tired."
"That's why you need to get some sleep." Marshall was delirious at this point.
"Gumball, can you hold me?" Gumball sat there for a moment.
"Sure."
"Gumball yum ball. Can I call you that? It's Spanish." Marshall was laughing a little. So was Gumball.
"You can call me whenever you want." Marshall laid on PG's chest breathing heavily.
"I love you Gumball." Marshall slowly went to sleep.
"Me too Lee. Me too."
