Scenario came from @Pikminfan so thank her for it.
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~Ms. V's POV~

It was Sunday, my favorite day, and I was outside in the cold, making a snow angel. Mr. L and Mr. M were inside the house, staying warm, for they don't like the snow.

"Come outside! It's so much fun!" I giggled as I made another snow angel.

Mr. M frowned from the window,"No! How about you come inside! You can get sick!"

I rolled my eyes with a smile,"I've done this so many times, and I haven't gotten sick."

Mr. L came out with a scarf.

"Yay!" I clapped excitedly.

He sighed,"It's getting colder Ms. V, you should come inside..."

I frowned,"And here I thought you were gonna join me in making snow angels. Ooh! Even better!"

I fluttered my eye lids,"~Do you wanna build a snowman?~"

Mr. L chuckled,"No Ms. V. Now come inside."

I frowned again,"No!"

"~Okay fine.~" He sang,"But when you get cold you enter as soon as possible. Understand?"

I nodded, but he should've known that I wasn't going to listen to his instructions.

After an hour or so I was still outside, and it had gotten colder. My lips were turning purple, which was a bad sign.

"N-no. I'm fine..." I said to myself.

I attempted to make a snowman, starting with the butt of course. I began to roll the snowball...

ACHOO! I wiped my nose of a hanging booger. ACHOO! Did the same thing again.

Soon enough my eyes were getting watery, and my teeth shivered. I soon fell to the ground, weak and loosing heat.

"Ms. V!" A heard a faint voice yell.

My hearing was fading a bit as I lay in the snow. I felt warm arms pick me up and carry me into the house. Last thing I saw was the butt of my snowman, and the door closing.
•••

"Ms. V... Ms. V please wake up... Don't die on me..."

I opened my eyes slowly,"Ms. V!"

And received a hug from Mr. L. Mr. M was sitting on the bed next to me.

"We told you to come inside Ms. V... Why didn't you listen?" He asked.

"I... Just wanted to build a-" I coughed, feeling some boogers in my throat.

"We can't go out, it's super cold and the wind is rising..." Mr. Mario said,"And we can't force Dr. Mario or Dr. Luigi to come by and help..."

I sighed,"I-I'm..." I coughed again.

"Stop talking..." Mr. L said, he made me spit out the boogers, almost throwing up in the process.

"Just rest... And if you feel like you can't breathe-" Mr. M began.

He then noticed my expression and looked at Mr. L,"Go get it."

Mr. L came back with a little machine filled with hot water that released the steam to help me breathe.

"I got a bad feeling  you got pneumonia..." Mr. M frowned.

I stopped myself from replying, because the steam was helping. He smiled softly and left my room.

Mr. L stayed,"Don't so that again Ms. V... You... *mumbles* Scared me..."

I giggled, and then choked. He pat my back and left the room as well.
•••

The next day, I woke up to see Dr. Mario checking my breathing. He said that I had some wheezing.

"Not too bad but if you go outside-"

"Which she won't." Mr. M eyed me.

I blushed a bright pink.

Dr. Mario chuckled,"I'm sure she won't. So all you need to do is stay in bed and feel warm."

"Do I-"

"Yes you have a bit of pneumonia..." Dr. Mario said.

He left. Mr. M narrowed his eyes at me and left my room as well.

Mr. L kissed my cheek.

"You'll get sick..." I warned.

He waved my comment off and left the room.
•••

Mr. L lay in bed, sneezing. He had tissues all over him.

"I told you so~" I sang.

He rolled his eyes as Dr. Mario checked his nose,"Full of boogers..."

Mr. M sighed,"Can you two ever take care of yourselves?"

Dr. Mario chuckled,"No one's perfect 'cous."

Mr. M crossed his arms. I lay in bed next to Mr. L, caressing his hot forehead.

"Mr. M I don't want my coffee..." Mr. L said.

Mr. M took it and without hesitation drank the rest. Mr. L, Dr. Mario, and I looked at him with wide eyes.

"Oh crap..."
•••

A few days later, both Mr. L and Mr. M lay in bed. I looked at them both, laughing.

"You owe me some money ya know..." Dr. Mario mumbled.

"Ms. V, go pay him..." Mr. M groaned.

"Where's your wallet?"

"In my room... Don't steal money for yourself."

"Aw man!" I whined.
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Mr. L: Hey! Mittsy didn't complain about her bold letters!

That's because I have them back now.

Ms. V: *giggles* ^.^

Mr. M: Don't get me sick ever again!

Pff.

Dr. Mario: No one's perfect...

*sneezes*

Mr. M: *runs away*

*laughs* Got 'em!