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Randy VIII smiled before hopping away from him. "Can't wrestle... but I can race you to the park," he challenged.

Seven dropped him and took off, "I'll get there first for sure!"

Eight shouted and went running after him just as fast as he could go, skillfully scampering over obstacles and darting down the sidewalk.

Seven laughed and looked behind him, then he slowed, his body pitching forward until he fell to the ground, shivering.

This caused Randy VIII to yell out for a different reason as he caught up to Seven and dropped down beside him. "Seven?" He immediately sent out a distress signal, the force of which gave him a slight headache due to his recent operation, though he hardly noticed. He had seen Seven take ill before, but it frightened him every time no matter how mild the episode may have been.

Seven was unresponsive, he lay on the ground, eyes squeezed shut as he shivered.

Randy VIII stayed near him until a medical vehicle arrived in response to his signal. Seven was transported into the vehicle for on-site treatment and his parents were alerted. Meanwhile, Randy VIII stood on the sidewalk alone, eyes brimming with tears as he bit his lip and waited.

Susan came up and put her arms around Randy VIII, "It's ok honey, Seven is going to be alright," she cooed.

"Why can't we just fix him?" Randy VIII wondered aloud, not caring how childish it may have seemed. With so much medical advancement, he resented the fact that Seven could still fall ill at any moment and the best he could do was to pray that it wasn't a serious episode...

Susan stroked his head, "Because we aren't really sure what's causing the problem so the doctors don't know what to fix," she explained.

Randy VIII frowned. "Well, why don't they find out?"

"It's not that easy," said Susan hugging him close.

A few angry tears dripped down Randy VIII's cheeks and he growled, all the while clinging to his mother. His eyes never left the medical truck.

One of the medics came back, pulled Susan to the side and said something to her in a low voice, Seven emerged from the medical truck, a breathing mask on his face, but he was conscious and standing.

Randy VIII rushed over to him. "What happened? What is that?" he questioned as he went to inspect him.

"It's to help me breath clean air," Seven said a bit raggedly.