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The following is a story of Voltron I made up based on the T.V. cartoon Voltron by World Events Productions. I did not have World Events Productions' permission to do the story and therefore it does not have World Events Productions' endorsement.
Allura had just had snack food that Keith brought her for lunch. He couldn’t stick around to relieve her though. Between the two of them they had decided it would be best if she stuck with Mark and Keith filled in to do all of Allura’s duties that she usually did during the day on top of his own.
Their year and a half-old son, Mark, still had diarrhea caused by stomach flu. Allura also thought that the 7UP was a contributing factor to Mark’s diarrhea because of the sugar in the soda. But she didn’t mind much. She’d much rather be dealing with that than cleaning up vomit, and Mark hadn’t thrown up since he started drinking the 7UP. And as the day went on, Allura did feed Mark a little – just pieces of buttered toast, and also she began to breast-feed him some. Both agreed with his stomach just fine.
For an evening meal, Allura discovered that Nanny had made meaty spaceballs (meatballs), and Nanny was so encouraging Mark to eat them! Allura dreaded the thought of spaceballs upsetting Mark’s stomach and the clean up of the mess that would inevitably follow. Nanny knew Mark had stomach flu, but hadn’t helped Allura with it all day. Allura knew it was because of the “talk” she had with Nanny concerning that she wanted to raise Mark and be there for him. She didn’t want Mark to go through the loneliness she went through growing up because she seldom saw her parents. And, Mark’s stomach flu was a prime time for Nanny to allow Allura to find out what mothering was all about, and Nanny was taking full advantage of it.
At the beginning of the evening meal, Allura mentioned that she was beginning to not feel so well herself. She explained that she thought maybe she was getting stomach flu and that she thought she probably shouldn’t eat much. But she also assured that she thought she’d be all right and didn’t think she’d get really sick.
Allura was happy to see Mark just take a couple of small bites of spaceballs. She thought that maybe he wouldn’t throw up on that. She looked at the single spaceball she had served herself on her own plate. With the way she was feeling, it didn’t look very appetizing at all. She looked at the tall glass of milk beside her plate. She wished she had also served that herself. She wouldn’t have given herself near as much as what was there. At the time she didn’t feel like eating or drinking much of anything. She knew she must have at least a touch of stomach flu and probably got it from always so freely sharing food with Mark. She began taking small bites of the spaceball, dreading every bite.
“You don’t have to eat it, Highness, if you’ve not felling well,” Lance suggested to her noticing her avoidance of the food.
“Thank you. That’s probably a good idea. I’ll do that,” said Allura.
And she pushed the plate a little away from herself toward the middle of the table. She looked at her glass of milk again. She began wishing again that she could have poured it herself and given herself much less than what was there. Then she began to reluctantly drink it all down.
“What’s going to happen with the Queen’s food?” asked Hunk.
“I’ll just throw it out,” answered Nanny.
“Oh, you can’t do that,” protested Hunk, and to Nanny’s chagrin, he began reaching across the table to Allura’s plate. “Here, take your fork,” he said while holding the plate. Allura took her fork off the plate, and Hunk took the whole plate and set it on top of his empty plate and began eating the rest of her spaceball.
“I hope you don’t get stomach flu doing that,” cautioned Allura.
“Well, none of this was in your mouth,” explained Hunk. “Just your fork. And your face wasn’t in your plate so it should be fine.”
Nanny was glaring at Hunk over the atrocious manners he had just displayed by taking the queen’s plate and eating her food.
“What?” Hunk questioned Nanny. “I couldn’t just let it go to waste.”
“Hmmm,” Nanny simply growled in disapproval before turning away and trying to coax Mark to eat more. It was one of the few things she would help Allura with for taking care of Mark.
Then Keith tried changing the subject, “Was anyone else aware of the disturbance inside the castle last night?”
“What was that, Your Majesty?” asked Coran sounding concerned.
“Well, it didn’t amount to be anything. Except I never did figure out what it was.”
“What do you mean? What happened Keith?” asked Lance. All of the boys seldom referred to Keith by his royal title – especially not Lance which bothered Coran, but he had given up making an issue over it, and Keith never complained.
“There was quite a disturbance by the steps last night,” explained Keith.
Allura was suddenly feeling very uneasy. The fact that she was up doing laundry in the wee hours of the morning was no big deal, but she didn’t want to confess how she had pushed the laundry cart down the stairs.
“And you don’t know what it was?” asked Coran incredulously. “How’d you miss that?”
Keith looked a little flustered and then smiled and tried to excuse himself with, “Um, well you ought to know, oh master of catnaps.”
“Hmmm,” said Coran perfectly understanding what Keith meant and not at all holding it against him.
“Anyway, I was out for quite a while. The sensors all indicated that quite a disturbance had happened, but I couldn’t figure out it could have been. Whatever it was, it must have been harmless because there was no energy discharge of any sort or any other trace of possible danger. I was just wondering if anyone else knew about it.” Then he turned to his wife. “The mice haven’t said anything to you about something that happened last night have they, Allura?”
“Why no,” answered Allura uncomfortably yet trying to sound calm and normal. “I haven’t talked to them for some time now.” Then she glanced at Mark and said, “Lately it’s just been too noisy for them to be around.”
Keith gave her a somewhat suspicious look. He could tell she was hiding something. But at the same time he didn’t feel a need to know what it was. He could also tell that whatever it was that she was hiding, it really wasn’t important to know about. No one else except Keith caught on to that though.
“You really aren’t feeling good, are you Highness?” commented Lance mistaking her uneasiness with feeling sick.
“No, I’m not feeling very well right now at all,” Allura truthfully admitted.
“I’ve talked with the mice today,” said Pidge getting back to the subject, “but none of them mentioned anything about a disturbance by the stairs last night. Just said that Mark did an awful lot of crying.”
“Well then it must not have been anything too serious,” said Keith looking straight at Allura as he said it.
Allura gave a weak little nervous laugh and said, “No, I guess not,” while looking directly right back at Keith, her eyes looking a little sheepish.
After she had drank her milk down, Allura avoided eating or drinking anything else for the rest of the meal.
By Sheila Bliss
Commentary:
Things did happen pretty much as described in the story, but my husband wasn’t around at all and no one brought me a lunch to eat. 7UP did seem to contribute to Kyle’s diarrhea, but it was so much better to deal with than throw up. Later in the day, as described in the story, I tried feeding Kyle buttered toast and tried breast feeding him again and those things did agree with his stomach. We did go to my parents’ house to eat supper (I’m spoiled and virtually always get to do that) and yep, they were serving meatballs that night and my mom was really encouraging him to eat them. Fortunately he hardly ate any, just as described with Mark. I was concerned that meatballs would upset his stomach and I’d be the one dealing with the mess. As described with Allura, I wasn’t feeling well. My dad was the one who said that if I wasn’t feeling well I didn’t need to eat the one meatball I put on my plate and I said that probably was a good idea and quit. I had also made the comment that Allura did that I thought I’d be OK and would just get a little sick. My dad was also the one who asked me to take the fork off my plate and he finished my meatball. I had told him that I hoped he didn’t get sick and he had said it’d be fine because the food on my plate hadn’t been in my mouth. I think my mom had shared some of her milk with Kyle or something. Yep, there was a tall glass of milk for me there at the table that I hadn’t poured. Out of a feeling of obligation I drank it all down, but sure didn’t feel good doing it though. Unlike what happened with Allura, no one brought up anything about me doing laundry during the wee hours of the morning.
[Author -- Sheila Bliss, based on the previous creation of Voltron by World Events Productions]
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