*Spencer's POV*

Who knew that something could go horribly wrong in the 25 minute period it takes me to go to the grocery store. Obviously I didn't.

I was making my way up to the stairs carrying about five bags of groceries when someone pushed non to gently pass me and caused one of the bags to go tumbling out of my hands. I glanced up at the person who apparently couldn't handle my slow stair climbing speed.

"Butterfingers, much?" Sam gave me a mocking a grin.

"Well, hello to you to Sam." I said pleasantly as I picked up my bag and the cans that had spilled onto the floor.

"I've come to say goodbye to Carly, and probably eat some of the food in your fridge." she leaned against the wall and watched me struggle slightly with the bags.

"You mean all of my food? Help me carry these bags and you can have as much as you want." I pleadingly held two bags out to her.

She snatched them up with a whoop and bolted up the stairs. I shook my head and followed her lead. As I reached the apartment, the door was wide open. Sam had once again found where I hid the spare key. I walked through the open door and closed it behind me with my foot.

"Hey, Carls, I'm home!" I called to wherever my little sister might be.

"Yeah! Come down here and make me some soup!" Sam yelled.

Usually, Carly comes bounding down the stairs at this point asking what I got from the store. When there was no reply, I found it odd, but figured maybe she was in the shower. I dumped the groceries on the counter and handed the bag that had the cold items to Sam, who already had her head in my fridge.

"If I put these up will YOU make me some soup?" she said pulling herself out of the refrigerator.

"I don't think that I… how about YOU make some soup… and I'll go find Carly." I began backing away, but then sprinted up the stairs.

"Loser!" she yelled after me.

As I went to knock on the hallway bathroom, I tripped on the rug and fell into the bathroom door. It swung open with a bang. Judging my the darkness and the lack of water, I figured Carly wasn't showering. I supposed maybe she had fallen asleep, so I walked to her room and lightly knocked on the door. For some odd reason, fear was rising into my throat. She must have fallen asleep, I thought to myself and slowly opened the door and peered around it.

She was laying in bed on top of the blankets with her arm hanging over the side. She looked a bit paler than normal, but she had her pale days sometimes.

"Carly…" I shook her arm and resisted the urge to yank away from her skin. It was ice cold. "Gosh, kiddo you're freezing. Put on a hoodie and come downstairs. Sam's here."

I stood and waited for her to sit up and give me a groggy look. Nothing. I reached to shake her arm again, and noticed her arm that had been hanging over the side make a weak grab for my shirt.

"Carly?" I asked again, feeling slightly panicked.

I pried her fingers from my shirt and dropped down to one knee. I placed my hand on her forehead, thinking maybe she was sick. It was just as cold as her arm. As I watched her for a moment, I finally realized how shallow her breaths were. I leaped to my feet and took a step back.

"Carly, come on, stop playing around…" I said, trying to keep the fear from my voice.

I had the oddest feeling that I should check her pulse, so I once again stepped forward and gently took her hand in mine. I flipped it over so that her palm was facing upwards and pressed my fingers against her wrist and waited anxiously for a pulse. The pulse I got was weak and slow. A loud yell filled my ears, and it took me a second to realize it was my own.

My heart was in my throat as I patted my pockets frantically in search for my phone. I had to get my sister some medical help, and fast. I had no idea what was wrong with her but it was seriously scaring me. Sam was suddenly standing in the door to Carly's room.

"Why'd you yell?" she asked, raising her eyebrows at me.

"Give your phone!" I demanded.

"Use your own phone." she scowled at me.

"SAM something is wrong with Carly, and my phone is downstairs!" I choked out, and noticed Sam's phone in her hand. I grabbed her wrist quickly and pulled the phone away from her ignoring her protests and questions.

I frantically jabbed at the buttons, trying to dial 911, but my hands were shaking so badly my fingers kept missing the keys. I held the phone out to Sam with both hands.

"Please," I begged. "Call 911, I- I cant...my, my hands wont stop-"

"Spencer," she snapped as she snatched the phone from my hands and dialed the numbers. "Just go sit with Carly."

I stumbled over the bed, dropped to my knees, and took my little sisters hand. Sitting there in a trance, I listened to Sam explain into the phone that we had no clue what had happened, and thought about how the ambulance couldn't get here soon enough.