Are you sick?

The Lorax stretched and wandered up to the Once-ler's small cottage, hoping to find breakfast waiting as per usual. Yesterday, it rained so Once-ler didn't go out to sell his thneed, but he made the most out of the situation and he, along with some Bar-ba-loots, went and played out in the rain. The Lorax found them all in a giggling heap outside soaked to the bone, but happy all the same. Lorax would have joined them but his fur didn't do to well with water. The Lorax jumped up and grabbed the doorknob, then used his weight to swing the door open.

Instead of a smiling, pink apron adorned Once-ler, the Lorax found the room was silent and still except the curled up figure of the Once-ler shuffling under the covers. The Once-ler's clothes were scattered across the floor next to the bed and the room had an awful smell about it. Lorax soon figured out where the smell came from when he nearly slipped in vomit. He shook is foot, with a noise of distaste, and made his way over to the Once-ler's bed. He climbed up onto the bed and gave the Once-ler a gentle poke in the shoulder, the Once-ler shuffled slightly then let out rough, loud cough. The Lorax flinched slightly before softly shaking the Once-ler's shoulder.

"Hey.... Hey Beanpole.... Beanpole you okay?" The Lorax whispered.

"Go away." The Once-ler croaked sickly before groaning and shuffling slightly.

"Man, you don't sound so-" The Lorax rolls Once-ler over "YEEEEEEEEKKK!!! You look awful Beanpole!"

"Thanks." He muttered sarcastically. The Once-lers face was pale, so much so that his freckles became quite apparent, but his ears, cheeks and forehead were burning red. His eyes were slightly bloodshot and seemed to be void of their normal spirit.

"Sorry, Beanpole, but you look like death!"

"It's just alittle cold." More coughing.

"Na na na na. My instincts are goin' nuts here, your really sick man, it was that rain. I knew that was a bad idea!"

"Worth it." The Once-ler rolled over again and sniffled before sneezing " ....ewww."

The Lorax rolled his eyes at Once-ler before hopping off the bed and strolling over to the kitchen area. What did humans eat when they are sick? Pancakes? That's not it. Marshmallows? No. Soup! Humans eat soup when they are sick! The Lorax shifted through the supplies and found a pot and sat it on the stove. Now... how do you make soup?

this came to mind when drawing this :3

I will likely go off this and make a whole story :3 that is all XD