Branch sat on his bed in his bunker, his eyes shut tight, as he covered his ears with his hands, still hearing the noise.

     "Aaaaaaaaa!"

     Poppy peeked through the doorway, to check on him, sighing when she saw how miserable he was.

     She went back into the living room, where the rest of her friends where, discussing what was going on with Branch.

     "I'm worried about him, guys," Poppy said, walking up to the group. "What is wrong with him?"

     "We already discussed this, Popsqueek. He's crazy," Barb said.
"You're not helping, Barb," Poppy grumbled, angrily.
"I never said I was helpful," she replied, crossing her arms.

     "G... guys..." Branch said, wobbling out of his room, his hand on his head.

     Everyone turned, looking at him.

     "Branch? What's wrong?" Poppy asked, concerned, walking over to him.

     "I... I don't... feel so good..." he mumbled, begging to fall over.

     "Branch!" Poppy yelled, catching him, and lowering him down to the floor.

     "Somethings wrong with him!" she cried, holding his head in her lap.

     He blinked, slowly, as he looked up at her, weakly.

     The other's came over, looking at him, wondering what was going on.

     "Dude... what's wrong with you?" Barb asked, placing her hand on his head to feel his temperature.

     "Ow!" she yelled, quickly yanking her hand away. "He burnt my hand!"

     "That's it. We're getting you to the doctor right now, Branch."

     He didn't say anything. He couldn't say anything. All he could do was lay there, looking up at Poppy.

     "Help me get him to the hospital," Poppy said.

     Slowly, and carefully Poppy and Barb grabbed onto his arms, while Synth and Guy grabbed his legs, all of them working together to carry Branch out of the bunker, and to the hospital.