Disclaimer: I do not own Total Drama anything. It belongs to its rightful owners. No profit is being made.
This Chrisney is dedicated to I'll Cover Angel and Collins, one AWESOME and crazy author who you should look up and read her work.
Warning: I have barely know anything about antomy. So it will probably be wrong when you read about tonsils and the time length between everything.
"Damn it, Gwen," Courtney growled to herself as she sat on her couch at home. She tried to growl as she held her throat. It was very sore.
Apparently for Courtney's birthday Gwen gave her a cold, the common kind. Courtney was almost over it, with the exception of her sore throat.
She stood up and walked into her kitchen where she found a coffee mug and filled it with water from her sink, tap water. She then grabbed some salt mixed it in and took a swig of it, before gargling it for about a minute.
She was a CIT after all and knew that this would make her throat feel better, not necessarily heal it. It stung her throat a bit but after spitting the water out, it did stop hurting a bit.
She sighed, "Damn throat, how am I supposed to give that speech in class tomorrow like this. The school bored committee is counting on me for the lunch room vending machine."
She heard a knock at her door and got a bit annoyed. She walked over and opened it up to see Chris standing there. "What do you want?"
Chris rolled his eyes at her snarky attitude. "Producers are making me go around to everyone's house and ask them if they want to join our season seven cast. Said it's a punishment for sinking Camp Wawanakwa. Whatever," he rolled his eyes again, "So do you want to join or no?"
"Hell no," Courtney fumed raising her voice, which was a mistake, because her voice was now low and raspy. She grabbed her throat, the salt water worked for a mere minute or so. Now her throat was burning again. She glared at Chris.
"Everything alright?" Chris asked, not liking the look she was giving him.
"No, my throat is burning like hell," she tried to growl, "Now go away."
Chris raised an eyebrow, "How long has it been going on for?" He ignored her earlier comment.
"Two days," Courtney replied, kind surprised he asked. "Ever since I got over my cold."
Chris nodded, "It may be that your tonsils are inflamed."
Courtney nodded, as she thought it over. So she walked back into her house to her bathroom. Chris followed for some unknown reason.
Courtney stood in her bathroom doorway in front of the mirror. She opened her mouth as wide as she could to see inside. Chris watched from afar.
She saw next to her uvula, that the spots on the back of her throat didn't look right. Which made her worry, there were white spots.
She turned to Chris, who was standing there, "Take me to the doctors so I can get this checked out."
"I can't," Chris hesitated, holding the back of his head, "Gotta ask the rest of the cast about season seven. Got Beth next. So good luck with that." He tried to run out of the house and back to his limo.
But Courtney grabbed him by the back of his shirt and held him in place. "I think you'll take me. Especially since you do own me THAT favor from THAT day."
Chris gulped and turned back to face her. "You're still holding that over my head."
Courtney smirked, ignoring the pain in her throat. "Of course. You think I'd forget THAT."
Chris sighed. "Fine. But I want to be sure that your tonsils are the problem and not something else. So drink something to be sure."
Courtney shrugged and went to her refrigerator, opened it up, and grabbed the jug of orange juice. She poured herself a glass, offered Chris some, which he declined.
"If you have a hard time swallowing, then it's a clear sign," Chris stated, "If not, then...it may be something else."
Courtney looked at him, hand on her glass of juice. "How do you know so much?"
Chris shrugged himself, "Gotta know some stuff, incase of emergency like this."
She let this sink in as she took a sip of her juice, which went down rather hard. She forced it, which only irritated her throat more.
"Yeah, I think it's my tonsils," she agreed, sighing.
Chris nodded as he sighed, "Come on. I'll take yah to the hospital, but we have to stop by both Cody and Lightning's house first so I can get an answer from them."
Courtney shrugged, she didn't care. She just wanted this to be over. Whatever it took to get her throat feeling better so she could give her speech tomorrow. Lucky for her it was Sunday morning.
Chris led the way out of the house, Courtney leaving a note behind to let her family know where she went and what was going on.
Chef was in the limo when Chris got in and Courtney followed.
"Wow, traveling in style," Courtney liked. Way better than that Lamosine from season 2.
"What is she doing with us?" Chef asked, quirking his eyebrow.
Chris smirked, "We're going back to my place and have some fun." He joked.
Courtney elbowed him in his ribs, "Tell him the truth."
"Yeesh," Chris grunted, "Can't take a joke can yah. Her tonsils aren't right, so we're taking her to the hospital to have them checked out."
Chef nodded, "So why exactly are WE taking her?"
Chris rolled his eyes, "Apparently she hasn't forgotten about IT."
Chef's eyes went wide, "IT. Wow, I thought she'd forget about that by now."
"Nope," Courtney said, liking how she had IT over him.
The limo ride to Cody's house was quiet, with exception of Chris telling Chef that they'd be stopping off at Cody's and then Lightning's house and then hospital.
Courtney sat in silence, finding it rather soothing, her throat was still on fire. But if she had to rate it from 1 to 10, 10 being horrible and 1 being awesome, she'd rank it approximentally 8.
They arrived at Cody's house. Chris got out and walked up to the front door. Courtney stayed in the limo with Chef so that Cody wouldn't find out what Chris was doing for her.
Courtney watched through the tinted windows as she was forced to listen to Hanna Montana music, courtesy of Chef Hatchet.
Courtney looked over at the cook and saw him snapping his fingers and had his eyes closed as he laid back against the back of the seat.
Courtney took a deep breath, which was kind of hard. She laid back as well, and looked up at the roof, seeing the red velvet. She felt it which felt smooth and carpety under her palm.
Chris came back a few seconds later with his clothes all messes up along with his hair and a few scratches on his face.
"What happened to you?" Chef gasped.
Chris sat down and closed the door, letting the driver know he could leave.
"Let's just say, Cody wasn't alone in that house," Chris shivered, clutching his arms.
"Well who was?" Chef asked.
Courtney looked out the back tinted window at Cody's house and saw a woman run out from it and into the road. She had a very close resemblance to Sierra, Courtney noticed.
"So did Cody want to participate," Chef asked curious.
"He said he would if I could do him a favor," Chris said, "But before he said what it was, I was ambushed and wasn't able to find out."
Courtney could only guess what and who.
So Chris stayed quiet the entire way to Lightning's house. Even when Chef kept asking what happened.
About 10 minutes later they arrived at Lightning's house.
Just then what sounded like a gunshot was heard.
That's it for now. More to come soon. It was supposed to be a one shot, but decided for a multi chapter instead. 2 maybe 3 of them. Plus I want to see how it is before and IF I continue it
Again dedicated to I'll Cover Angels and Collins. Hope she likes this.
