"No, I don't want to go!" His voice wailed in a sad echo as tugs and pulls yanked on his little body in the cruel darkness, filled with nothing besides him and tons of voices, repeating his name over and over. Even images flew around him in a nightmare fashion that even the Disney villains couldn't beat. At one point, a small image came around more often then the others, one of a small black and oddly familiar rabbit… frowning at him, screaming in rage at him, it frightened Mickey badly. "Mickey… Mickey…" they came louder and faster, too fast for his ears to catch up on.

"Please, don't take him!" The mouse screamed, blinded by tears and fear all the same, "I'll do anything, please give him back!"

"Mickey… Mickey…"

"I beg of you!"

"Mickey?"

That voice changed everything. The darkness faded, the images disappeared and blinding light shined from above his head. For a second, Mickey feared the worst, but… then he remembered everything as it came back in a replay; the sickish feeling, the buzzing and… then he focused on who had called him.

"Minnie?" He turned to one side, half-relived on seeing Donald, Daisy, Goofy, Minnie and another duck, Professor Von Drake. Groaning and giving a whimper, he tried to sit up but ended up back glued to the pillow, exhausted.

"Ah, ah, ah. No need to get up yet." Von Drake insisted, concerned for the mouse's health. Mickey just smiled weakly, leaning in sitting position.

"You really gave us quite a scare back there, Mickey." Daisy explained, "Goofy and Pete told us all that was to know."

"Yeah," agreed Donald, before pointing out, "And not that it's your fault, but someone had to clean that mess."

Mickey paled, embarrassed. He forgot about that during his heavy slumber, the bitter taste was still in his mouth but he tried to wipe away the frightened look on his face, "I didn't… I mean…" He gulped, despite his throat felt dry.

"You mean you don't remember?" Von Drake didn't want Mickey having amnesia either with his sickly state.

"Oh no, it's not that. I… even I don't understand." Mickey lowered his head, guilty. But then it turned clear he wasn't the only one when the dog man suddenly fell on his knees next to his friend.

"Please forgive me, Mickey! I'm so sorry!" Goofy wept loudly.

"Goofy…" Mickey looked uneasy.

"It's my fault, right? I made you throw up in the kitchen!"

"Settle down, you big palooka." Donald pulled his companion back away, who was still sniffling loudly, "No one was blaming you."

"Oh Mickey!" Minnie wept too and she embraced her boyfriend, in so much worry, "UI was really scared for you."

"Minnie…" Mickey hugged her back, tightly. He felt bad for not having the pancakes she made this morning, but when he took a glimpse on the night table next to his bed, he noticed the tiny container with little bits of blueberry pancake and a plastic fork. He smiled, good thing Minnie thought of others before herself.

"Well, I did save some of breakfast in case you get hungry," She added, pulling away, smiling softly but still had glossy eyes from crying, "Please, get well…"

"I will, Minnie. Don't worry…" Mickey then settled back down as Von Drake ushered everyone else out but Goofy stayed for one last word.

"Are you… going to get mad at me for what happened?" He twisted and fiddled with his hat nervously, "I mean, my worries with Maxie got you all…"

"It's okay, Goofy." Mickey yawned, "I forgive you."

The dog man smiled and wiped a tear before closing the door after him. Mickey then sat up again and listened for the footsteps getting quieter. Then, with a sigh, he reached for the plastic container, popped the blue lid open and took the first bite. Thank goodness, the sweet-sour taste of blueberry and with an adding of fresh maple syrup too. Hungrily, he ate up the contacts of his missed breakfast, to fill his empty stomach. He hadn't eaten for who-knows how long.

Unknown to him, outside his window, during the night, a figure was watching silently and glaring. The moonlight portrayed his image as a rabbit… a black rabbit with blue shorts and he let words crawl over his lips…

"Get well…Brother…"