Helllloooooooo Gatchamania! I hope this day finds you well and in a good mood. Having said that, the Magical Mystery Medicine Bottle has produced Plague for the prompt. Smile and have fun!

"I can't believe it." Princess sniffled as she lay in her bed in the small apartment above Jill's cafe, overcome by the flu and her bracelet beeping up a storm. The first time ever in her career in G-Force she was thinking seriously of not responding. "Princess, where are you?" Mark's annoyed tone resounded again through the small microphone. Blowing her swollen nose and wanting to die, the Swan was temped to turn it off and ignore her commanders orders to reply. "I'm not coming." Her husky voice breaking into more coughing and sniffles. Beads of sweat dripping from her brow, she wondered if she switched off the heater. Mid-winter and the cold air... it was late, and outside the blanket of night and lack of stars in the sky didn't help her much. "We have been called out on a mission." Mark sounded astonished. "You can't bail, what do you mean--" A night mission, it was all she needed right now. Working on her strength, and wondering what as holding her down. "Keyop there yet?" She said into her bracelet. Mark indicated he was, the Swallow had been out for the weekend with Tiny. "Good, there is four of you, go kick Spectran butt." She told him, and collapsed onto the bed in an exhausted heap, chills racing through her thin body. Its the plague, she thought wildly, she was sure of it. Any second she'd have the classic symptoms of blood dripping from her eyes. Growing weaker by the minute until she drew in her last breath.... waking up, she discovered she was still breathing, but it was hard work. A few minutes later there was a knock on her door. Wearing her pink satin pajamas, she burrowed under the covers, embarrassed to be letting her team down, it was probably Jill, seeing if she was okay after she had to leave during her shift. Mustering any strength she had to peeped out from under the covers. Her body wouldn't obey her commands to be well again. "Go away." She moaned, wanting to sleep. " I'm... working on it--" Groggy from a lack of sleep and stars dancing before her eyes, she was going to pass out. Through bleary eyes, she observed a young man coming into her bedroom, a sacred space he'd never walked across the threshold, he was wearing white wings and a blue visor. Any other time, her heart would have leapt, at this time it pitter- pattered for a different reason. Gently he swept her up in his arms, drawing her in closer, wrapping a blanket tenderly around her weak body. "Spectra can a wait a few minutes, I'm getting you to the base hospital." He said, holding her close, as he walked out the back entrance of the small Cafe into the alley, and around the corner. Looking up in the sky the Phoenix was waiting hovering above highlighted by the street lights. its engines on silent as Jason waited inside the clear bubble, to assist his commander. "Mark," She couldn't believe her eyes they should be away fighting Spectra and following orders, it was unlike him to divert. "I... don't...need... you have to go, I can take care of my self." she said. He snorted at her pleas to leave her there, she'll recover. "You can't even stand without fainting, you should see your cute puffy nose and sweaty brow, its adorable." "My nose." She wanted to cry. "I must look like a nightmare." "No, your beautiful, as always, and you NEVER bail on us, and we'll never bail on you Prin." He promised warmly. Spreading his crimson and white wings, leveraging his strong muscular legs the Eagle leapt into the sky landing gracefully on the warship taking the sick Swan to back to Centre Neptune base hospital, before embarking on their mission.