One night, I was walking downstairs, and i heard stitch moning on the coutch
Me: what's wrong
I said, as I saw him sitting on the coutch with his hands over his belly
Stitch: I dont feel so good
Me: what happened
Stitch: I guess I ate to mutch cake and ice cream at that party we went to earlier
I walked over to him, and sat next to him
Me: i understand
Stitch: oh, I think I'm gonna vomit
Me: oh crap!
I quickly pick him up, and run to the bathroom, and place his head towards the toilet for him to vomit, and vomit he did
Me: I think your sick, I better get you to bed
I place him on the coutch, and pulled a blanket over him
Me: dont worry you'll be ok
I've treated him for about a week, and he eventually got better
Stitch: *sigh* thanks thad
Me: no problem
I said as I slowly rubbed his belly
Stitch: w-what are you doing
Me: rubbing your belly, dont you like it
Stitch: oh, yeah I like it
Me: glad ya like it