The extreme illness

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Shellington wakes up in a daze. He feels terrible and ill. Barely having enough strength to get out of his bed, he heaves himself out of bed and goes to the sick bay. Peso is there getting ready for the day, unpacking bandages and other medical supplies, when he sees what horrible shape Shellington was in. Rushing over, he starts asking what happened.

"I don't know. I just woke up and felt horrible." Shellington said to the worried penguin.

"Oh my goodness! You are in no shape to work today."

"But what if we have a mission where I have to help? I need to go with them then."

"You are to sick to do anything, I'm confining you to your bed until you are better, doctors orders."

"Fine I'll go lay down, but if they need me I have to get up."

Shellington was escorted to his lab for rest and recovery, a little annoyed because he was bed bound until Peso said he could get up. He laid down and Peso checked his pulse and temperature. He also looked into Shellingtons, ears, mouth and eyes with the bright light. Peso could see that Shellingtons throat was swollen and his mouth was dry. His temperature was 101.2. He had a fever and strep throat.

"Oh my goodness Dr.Shellington you are extremely sick there is no way that you can go out on missions at least for a few days, and at most a couple weeks."

"WHAT!?!" He said loudly and grabbed his throat in pain after.

"Dr.Shellington calm down, you should not be yelling with your condition, your throat is to sensitive at the moment. Now please just stay in your bed until your sickness goes away."

Shellington accepted that he would not be able to get up for a while. He asked if Peso could tell the captain that he would be off duty for a few days.

"Of course Shellington, he needs to know and you're definitely not getting up to tell him."

"Thank you." Shellington told Peso as he walked out the door.

Peso walked over to the octochute and went up to HQ, where he saw the captain.

"Excuse me, Captain Barnacles?"

"Yes Peso?"

"I'm sorry to inform you but Shellington is extremely sick and will not be able to go on missions for a few days at least and at most a couple weeks."

"Wow that's a really long time, what illness does he have that restricts him like this?"

"He has a sever case of strep throat and a high fever."

"Ok then, he's excused from work for at most two weeks. But if we do need him we'll just call him."

Peso returned to Shellingtons lab to tell him about his excuse. He found him asleep in his bed.

"Clearly," he thought " he thought that he'd be able to work, but he can't even stay awake because he is so weak."

"Shellington...Shellington..." the penguin whispered, trying to wake his friend up.

Shellington jolted awake, startled by the sudden presence of Peso. He looked around and seemed very confused.

"Hold on mom, I'm coming!" He said taking the covers off of himself and running out of the lab.

"Oh no! He must be delusional to! I have to stop him from hurting himself." Peso said as he ran after Shellington. Peso ran up to the radio to tell the others, he pressed the octoalert button.

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