Final space: A home

Why?!

Gary pov
*the next morning*
"What do you mean he hasn't slept, in a month!!" Avacato yelled.
I shushed him, No one but Avacato and I were up yet and we don't need any one else awake right now.
"Look, i dident find out about it until last night ok? I don't know much about it other than hes scared so, maybe dont make scary cat..hissy.. noises. Kay?"
"Hey!"
I looked up suddenly, my eyes met with the one and only, Quinn argon.
She was rocking the morning the "I don't care look" paired niceley with my sweat pants and one of avacato shirts.
"WHAT are you two doing up so early. Gary, you dont get up until like noon whats the hell!" She whisper yelled turning the coffee maker on.
"Well..." I started
"Last night I couldent sleep so I came here to get some milk and when I was in here, little cato came in and apparently he hasent had a good night sleep in like a month. And he managed to override HUES verbal motersystem to confidential, so I dident know about any of this till now."
She stared at me for a second, sighed, and pinched the bridge of he nose.
"What did you do with this information, Gary?"
I bite my lip and looked away from her,
"I...put him in bed with Avacato.."
She sighed and rubbed her temples,
"So, what are we going to do?" She asked
"Wellllll, that's were you guys come In!" I said happily
"I was hoping you would have some ideas.."
"GARY!!!" they yelled at me
" 'Was goin' on?" We all turned our heads to little cato, he rubbed his eyes and gave us a confused look.
"Are you guys ok?" He asked, tilting his head
"No." Avacato said, his eyes flared up slightley.
Little catos face gave a look of sudden realization, and looked at his feet.
"I-"
"HUE, get the medical bay ready"
Quinn interrupted him.
"We're gonna check some thing out."
Avacato picked little cato up quicker than anyone could process and started marching down the hall to the medical bay.
Once there Quinn pushed some buttons and twisted a bunch of do hickies, then put some needles of liquid into little cato arms.
Avacato held him close to his chest the whole time.
No one said anything.
"HUE, analysis?" Quinn asked
"Confedintionl overdrive, do you wish to terminate?"
"Yes!" All three of us yelled
"Terminated, analysis for patient is......." he bufferd for a bit.
"Lack of sleep, 65 days/nights total, lack of nourishment or ingestion for up to the last 5 days, only liquids recorded." HUE spoke out
Our mouths hung open, he should be dead!
Right?