Golfball and Tennis Ball were called to Four and X's room, saying it's an emergency.

At first, the two thought they were bluffing, but when X said it was Four's health, they couldn't refuse.

Once the pair got there, they were met by a very panicked X being comforted by Two, and a blue mess on the bed they could only guess is Four.

"What's wrong with him? Four looks.. Dead?" Tennis Ball approached the sick algebralien on the bed, looking down at him with furrowed eyebrows. He knew Four was bad—but not that bad—it's like he was merging with the bed at this point. They were right to say it's an emergency.

"He looks really bad. Do you have any idea what could have caused this?" Golf ball immediately went serious mode, adjusting her glasses as she leaned down to take a closer look at the sickly blue mess on the bed. Four indeed looked dead.. And he was burning up because as soon as Golf ball laid a single finger on his skin he was boiling hot.

"I don't know. X called me and all he told me was that Four was acting strange and didn't respond to his calls." Two answered to Golf Ball's question with a worried expression—maybe because X is crying his eyes out and probably can't say anything that isn't babbled nonsense. This situation is already bad as it is, so Two hoped one of the scientists could figure something out.