Sabrina Grimm sat straight up in bed in a cold sweat, tail ends of nightmares still circling in her head until she felt woozy and had to lie back down on the bed. Her entire body hurt and the need to vomit was strong and threatening in the pit of her stomach. She shivered even though her entire body felt like it was burning.

It was the third night she had woken up that way.

Sabrina moaned as she curled into a tight ball to hold off the feeling of vomit that was creeping further and further up her throat. Her hair was plastered to her face with sweat and her tongue felt like sand paper when she tried to lick her lips. A single tear escaped her blue eyes as her stomach contracted into a tight ball. She shot out of bed and ran for the bathroom to dispense what little supper she had ate the night before.

She barely made it to the toilet before vomit sprayed from her mouth, the acid so painful against her throat that instantly she was sobbing as she retched. Sabrina held herself up on the cold white porcelain of the toilet as she threw up excessively, so much that she was worried at where all the vomit was coming from. After what felt like painful hours, though what was only a few minutes, she was done.

Tears fell from her eyes silently as she reached out blindly to flush the toilet and use the lid to help herself to her feet. She washed her mouth blindly of the acid rank that filled her dead taste buds before turning off the tap and breathing heavily.

She leaned her forehead against the cold porcelain of the sink before working up enough energy to push herself up and stumble out the door. Once out, she used the side of the wall to help her back to her bedroom, nearly falling head first to the floor on her painful journey. Sabrina felt drunk as she attempted to make it back to her bedroom.

When she made it to her door, she leant against the wood for a few moments before opening the door. Sabrina took a deep, shaky breath and clenched her eyes shut tight as her stomach once more pulled itself into a tight ball, making her bite her tongue to stop from screaming. Once the pain subsided, she opened her door clumsily and walked forward to lean against the post on her bed.

Sabrina looked to the lump in the bed where Daphne slept snoring. Somehow, the little girl had slept through everything. But Daphne wasn't so little anymore. She was twelve and was slowly developing the smart mouth that Sabrina had had when she was her age, and that had just gotten worse as she grew up. But the cute and perky kid had never left Daphne, and for that Sabrina was grateful.

It was then, leaning against the post of her bed, did she finally catch a glimpse of herself in the mirror sitting in the corner of the bedroom. Or, what she thought must have been she. Sabrina's eyes widened in horror as she turned to walk forward but fell instead, stopping herself only from falling face first into the scratchy carpet under her feet by reaching out with her hands and catching herself on the cold glass of the mirror.

Getting back on her feet, she looked up at herself in the mirror.

Her hair was hanging in limp, sweat drenched strands around her pale and gaunt looking face. Her usual bright blue eyes were lifeless and her usual sarcastic stance was replaced with a sick stumble.

"Oh god…" As she raised a shaky hand to push back her limp hair, a glop grenade fell from the ceiling to cover her in goo.

"PUCK!" Sabrina Grimm's voice bellowed down the hall, causing Puck to snicker from his perch on his trampoline. Ah how sweet was the sound of the anger in her voice, the way it echoed through the old house. It was the sound of a prank coming together perfectly.

The 16 looking fairy rolled over on his trampoline to look at the brand new alarm clock on the ground. It was brand new because he had destroyed the last…uh…five hundred with a baseball bat in the morning, and the old lady was determined that he have one.

The clock read 1:43 am, a strange time for a prank to unfold. Puck's forehead puckered for only a moment before a loud slam made him sit up lazily.

Sabrina threw open his door with a slam so powerful that the wood could have snapped, which really only would have made the entire ordeal better. "You stinkpot, idiotic, fairy pain in the a – "

"Ah ah ah. No swearing in the Grimm family house, Grimm." Puck waged a finger at her, and in the dark of his room he couldn't see how close she was to fainting.

Sabrina was shaking with rage, but as she tried to storm over to him, she stumbled a bit. "I swear fairy boy, when I get my hands on you I'll – "

"You'll what? Wait, Grimm? Grimm!" Puck lunged forward just in time to catch Sabrina as she fell forward, her frail seeming body laying limp in his arms.

Puck's eyes were wide and his face pale as the moon in his room lit up the sick face of the girl in his arms. Her eyes were fluttering as Sabrina looked up at him, dazed. Puck pushed back her golden hair out of her face and wiped the rest of the goo off of her face with his sleeve. "Sabrina? Can you hear me?"

Sabrina looked up at him hazily, and an emotion Puck had never felt so strongly went through him. It was worse then having to save the blonde hundreds of times over and seeing her in life threatening situations. Then, he could do something. But watching her lay in his arms so close to unconsciousness; it was more then worrying.

"DAPHNE! RED! JAKE! A LITTLE HELP WOULD BE NICE!" Sabrina's eyes flickered open at the yell of his voice and he looked back down at her with fear in his eyes. "Sabrina. Please, answer me!"

"Puck?" Her voice was weak and confused as she looked up into the deep green eyes of the fairy.

"Oh thank god. Sabrina, what's wrong? What's happening with you?" Puck gently stroked her forehead, an out of character feat for the young fairy.

Sabrina's eyes flickered closed just as the rest of her family hurried through the door, demanding what was happening. "You called me Sabrina…"