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Rated: 13+ · Fiction · Romance/Love · #1936157
Private goes to a party, gets drunk and gets sick in the end.
Skipper's POV

"Rico do you know where Private and Kowaski are?" I asked.

"Party." Rico grumbled.

I out the HQ to the park where Ring tail held his huge parties. When I get my flippers on Kowalski, I'M GOING TO KILL HIM! Someone crashed into me causing me to fall backwards.

"WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING MORON!" A voice shouted.

I stood up to face a very angry Private.

"Note to myself, keep water flavored with alcohol away from Private…" A voice behind me said.

I spun around to see Pika. Lucky her, she only comes to the parties to control Kowalski. I roll my eyes, grabbing Private's flipper then dragged him out of the park.

"LET ME GO YOU B-"

"Don't even think about swearing or I'll have two swearing penguins."

It took some time to drag him in the HQ. I smacked him against the wall. He fell to the floor out cold. I sighed, putting Private in his bunk.

*** No one's POV

Private groaned, sitting up and holding his aching head. He weakly slipped out of his bunk. He grabbed the wall for balance.

"Private, what the heck are you doing?" Asked a ticked off voice.

Private turned to see Skipper. His leader walked over to him, picked him up and put him back in his bunk.

"I can't stay in this bunk forevah!" Private whined, tears dripping down his face.

He froze as Skipper wiped some tears from his face, "Private, why are you crying?"

"I don't know…" Private whimpered.

He felt so confused! HE couldn't remember what happened last night.

"What happened last night?"

"Nothing bad."

Private buried his face in his pillow. He winced the second he laid on his stomach, he shot up gasping in pain, holding his stomach.

"It hurts so muc-" His voice was muffled as a pair of flippers wrapped around his small body.

"Shh, what's wrong?" Skipper asked.

"N-Nothing, you don't have to worry about me." Private whimpered softly.

"Private, I have a right to be worried about you." Skipper said, rolling his eyes.

"But you don't have to." Private whispered.

Skipper's POV

I sighed. This is why I don't trust Kowalski to take Private anywhere! And now Private was sick… I unwrap my flippers and step away from him. I suddenly heard a thud. I knew Private had climbed out of his bunk.

"Get back in your bunk Private." I ordered in an annoyed tone.

There was silence before I heard Private speak, "No."

Private's POV

"No." I found myself saying. I was shocked at myself! As Skipper turned around and walked towards me my head felt like it would explode like TNT. I felt myself fall to the floor. Suddenly something wrapped around me, I look up to see Skipper with a heck worried expression, with his flippers wrapped around me.

"Are you ok Private?" He asked.

What the heck. Is he seriously asking this? I just fell to the floor, do you think I'm ok?!

"Are you this stupid?! My head is like a bomb! Do you seriously think I'm ok?!" I scowled, not realizing there was hatred in my voice.

I froze. Did I seriously just say that? Skipper would probably snap or slap me for saying that. But, he choose to pull me slightly closer.

"I'm sorry..." I whispered, tears threatening to fall out.

"I didn't mea-" I froze as I felt Skipper's flipper tracing circles on my back.

I opened my beak to say something but no words came out, only a whimper escaped my beak. I closed my eyes, pain taking over my body. My mind went black.

Skipper's POV

I stand up and put Private in his bunk. *** I thought nothing could get worst after that, but that night a pricing scream woke me up. I climbed out of my bunk to see Private on the floor.

"Whoa, what happened?" I asked.

Private looked up at me trembling, his eyes were wide with fear. I pick him up and put him in his bunk. Private whimpered, rocking back and forth, looking away.

"Private? What happened?" I asked.

"Um, Nothing." Private mumbled.

"No, I heard you scream." I narrowed my eyes.

Private looked at me with anger, "Why do you even care?"

"So you don't want me to care?" I asked.

Private's eyes lit up in pain, "N-No."

"Then tell me whats wrong."

"It was just a nightmare." He says like it's nothing.

I frown, studying him, pain still in his eyes.

"Come here Private." I said, unsure If I wanted to do what I was about to do.

(:D) Private nervously scooted over a little. I pull him out of his bunk and take him with me in my bunk. It felt so wrong, but then Private wrapped his flippers around me and it didn't feel so wrong anymore.

Private's POV

I groan, my head was aching again. I slip out of the bunk, using the wall for balance as I walked. My head pounded rapidly as I tried to ignore it. I yelped and fell to the ground. I felt someone pick me up. I looked over to see a tired Skipper. He put me in my bunk.

"Why do I have stay in this stupid bunk?" I asked, turning my gaze to the wall.

"Your sick, so stay in your bunk." Skipper said sternly.

I felt tears stinging my eyes, I sobbed into my pillow quietly. I didn't want to stay in my bunk.

"Its still not fair." I whispered.

"Its completely fair, how can you even walk anywhere?!" Skipper snapped.

His words stabbed my heart like a knife. And before he could stop me, I slipped out of my bunk and ran into the restroom, locking the door behind me. I fell to the floor, crying my eyes out.

I jerked as I heard something bang against the door.

"Private open the freaking door!" Skipper's voice shouted.

I didn't move, "N-No!"

Something banged against the door again. I scooted away from the door.

"Leave me alone!" I sobbed.

The door started creaking, before it was knocked off its hinges. I closed my eyes. It was so scary that Skipper could do that. It scared me more than anything.

"Private, why the heck did you lock yourself in here!?" I heard Skipper shout.

I could suddenly feel myself shaking.

"L-Leave m-me a-alone…" I whimpered.

Skipper's POV

I growled under my breath. What the heck was wrong with him? I suddenly remembered breaking down the door. I turned around, the door was off its hinges. I remembered what I said to him, and it made sense why he ran in here, "It's completely fair, how can you even walk anywhere?!" I walk toward him slowly. I kneel and nervously pull him in my flippers.

"Private, I'm sorry." I whispered.

Private opened his tear filled eyes that were yet filled with fear. I tilt his head up so he'll look at me.

"I'm not going to hurt you, I promise." I said softly.

I move my flipper. Private buries his face in my feathers. I stand up, with him in m flippers, and put Private in his bunk.

Private's POV

*** I opened my eyes feeling confused. My body was aching all over. Why? I hadn't hurt myself in any way. I look over. Skipper is yelling at Kowalski.

"Why would you do it?!"

"I-I don't know." Kowalski sighed, "I don't know who flavored the water."

I close my eyes. Flavored water?

"It got him sick I know." I heard Kowalski mumble.

I shoved my head in my pillow. Why can't I just sleep and never wake up? *** I wake up and the HQ is silent. I sit up and look over. Pika is sitting on the table.

"What are you doing here?" I ask confused.

"Never mind that… How are you?" Pika whined.

"My body is just aching that's all." I replied.

She frowned, "Yep, you're in trouble."

"What?" I asked.

"It's going to get worse."

"Oh you're helpful…"

"Hey, my commanding officer made me watch horror movies!"

Kowalski comes in.

"This is not good…" He whispered.

"What is not good?" I asked.

"Maybe later Private." Kowalski mumbled.

I sighed, burying my head in my pillow.

Skipper's POV

I shook my head slowly.

"Is this true?" I asked.

"Yes… His body might be aching, soon he won't be able to get air through his lungs. And die." Kowalski said, his voice shaking.

*** "WHAT?!"
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