One Shots!

Tree (Almost) Dies From Ligma

"Oh god," Pen whispered, covering his mouth with a hand.

The members of Death P.A.C.T looked down upon Tree, forming a circle around the shivering object. It was nothing they had ever seen from their calm, collected, and sometimes rude teammate: his arms were wrapped around himself as he lay, curled up into a fetal position. Tree's normally vibrant green leaves were now sickly shades of yellow, green, and brown, and were scattered around him, leaving Tree appearing messy and bare. His pale branches stuck out from where leaves were absent.

"Tree!" Liy exclaimed, kneeling down with her arms stretched out, "what happened?"

Mustering what little strength he had, Tree glanced up at Liy. "I..believe I'm sick,"he wheezed, his usually strong, accented voice reduced to nothing more than a hoarse whisper.

"Is there anything we can do to help?" Pie offered.

"I think the best thing to do is get some kind of tree doctor," Black Hole suggested, "or at least someone who knows what this might be."

"..ry.." Tree wheezed, and coughed for a few moments. "Firey..he knows a lot..surprisingly."

"Firey?" Pillow chirped. "That is surprising. Never took him as the type to like plants."

"Speak of the devil, and he doth appear!" Firey grinned, walking towards the group. "So, what's happening?"

Bottle grabbed Firey's hand, and dragged him to where Tree lay. "Tree's sick!" she cried. "Can you do anything?"

"Not to worry, Doctor Firey is in the house," Firey replied, not missing a beat. Behind him, Liy rubbed her temples, sighing in frustration. 

"Please take this seriously. He could die!"

Firey knelt down, and brushed a hand through Tree's leaves, while the latter looked at the flame with half closed eyes. Firey continued examining Tree, taking a leaf sample from the ground, knocking on his bark, and the rest of the team watched closely. Finally, Firey stood up.

"It's pretty bad," he announced, "this disease is common, but very lethal. He will die soon if nothing is done."

"Can't you cure him?" Pillow asked. Firey shook his head, the tips of his flames swaying with his movements. 

"No can do. I need a herb, which grows about two thousand, seven hundred sixty-three miles from here."

The members of Death P.A.C.T shared a conflicted look. Of course they wanted to prevent Tree's death, but what Firey needed was so far away..it would take at least three weeks just for a one-way trip, if they walked non-stop. Not going the distance would be against their morals, but what if Tree died in that timespan?

But it was Tree they were talking about. Their own teammate. It shamed some of Death PACT's members that they were even considering letting the disease take its course so that Tree could be revived later. Then again, it was so much easier that way. Preventing death normally didn't require traveling five thousand, five hundred twenty-six miles.

"We'll do it." Everyone turned to Liy, with her fist closed and a steady, determined glare on her face. "We'll do whatever we can to prevent Tree's death, right?"

Pen then took a step, standing beside Liy. "She's right. We're team Death PACT, after all! We'll do whatever it takes, no matter the distance or difficulty!" Pen pumped his fist in the air. "Am I right, or am I right? Who's with me!?"

Now hyped up, the rest of the team agreed with enthusiastic nods and shouts. Though it went unnoticed, Tree smiled at his teammates, glad to have such caring friends at his side. Firey chuckled.