Shawn blinked open his eyes, vision swimming. His stomach churned and he smacked Gus, who was sitting in the chair next to him.

"Bag!" he rasped. Gus handed him a bag and he vomited violently into it. Gus waited quietly as Shawn coughed and breathed raggedly tying to get his breath back. Henry, who was sitting on the opposite side of the bed was rubbing his sons back. Shawn leaned back onto the pillows, eyes watering.

"It hurts, dad," Shawn whimpered, his voice small and quite. Henry's heart broke when he saw how small his son looked. Small and weak.

"I know, kiddo, I know." he reached out and took his sons hand in his own, and Shawn didn't pull away. Gus rested a hand on Shawn's shoulder.

"Shawn, how are you feeling?" He asked after a moment.

"Horrible."

"Fair enough." Gus pulled his hand back, and folded them in his lap. He continued, "Shawn, do you remember what happened? Why you are here?" he asked gently.

Shawn scrunched his face up, trying to remember.

"I was… eating something. On my way to the station… I got there and….I felt sick. I think I remember walking into the chiefs office. I-I don't remember anymore!" his voice rose with panic in the last few words, eyes widening. Shawn didn't remember! Him and his perfect memory? What had happened? He looked franticly from his dad to Gus.

"W-whats going on? What happened?" he whispered.

Henry took a deep breath, "You were poisoned, Shawn. Your heart stopped twice, and once it was for over two minutes."

Shawn rested his head back on the pillows, "I died for two minutes." he told himself. Henry nodded.

"Shawn, do you remember what you said to me right before your second seizure?" Gus asked.

"I- uh, hmmm, I- No." he concluded. Gus remembered. "Ice-cream…. The…. Ice-cream…"

"What did you eat before you came to the station?" Gus pried.

Shawn whimpered like a dying animal and clutched his head, "Um, oh! Oh! I remember! I went to the store and got some Ice-cream! Pineapple ice-cream." he grinned, "Best pineapple ice-cream I've had! I need to go get some more…." he trailed off when he saw the looks his father and friend were giving him. "What?"

"That ice-cream almost killed you, Shawn!" Gus exclaimed.

"Still…it was good," Shawn looked down at his hands, like a scolded puppy. He began to feel nauseous again. Putting the bag up to his face he threw up again. This time he couldn't stop. He kept throwing up, unable to catch his breath. Gus jumped up and was out the door, yelling for a doctor. A doctor with black hair ran into the room, and pushed on Shawn's stomach, which only caused him to throw up more violently. Then he injected something into Shawn's IV. Almost instantly the vomiting stopped. Shawn gasped raggedly, tears streaming down his face as he fought for air. He leaned against the pillows. Only then did Henry notice Shawn was clutching his hand with bruising force. Only seconds later, Shawn's grip released, and he passed out. Henry stood up, eyes blazing.

"What the hell are you people doing?" Henry yelled, and shoved the doctor against the wall. The doctor leaned against the wall, and Gus jumped up and restrained Henry.

"The poison has to run its course, Mr. Spencer!" The doctor protested.

"I don't CARE! My son is fighting for his life! You have to help him!"

The doctor rested a hand on Henry's shoulder. "Were doing everything we can, Mr. Spencer. Give that kid some credit," the doctor glanced over a Shawn's sleeping form, "most would be dead by now. He's strong. The type of poison that is running trough his body is strong. Really strong." the doctor stuck out his hand, "I'm Doctor Asher, by the way,"

"Why is he so sick?" Gus asked.

"Because in order to get the poison out of him we had to give him ipecac," Dr. Asher replied.

"You gave it to him while he was asleep? He could have died if he had started vomiting and didn't wake up!" Henry yelled.

"Mr. Spencer, we know what we are doing, let us handle it, please." The doctor nodded curtly, and Henry was about to say something else when a raspy voice murmured, "Dad…"

Henry rushed over to Shawn.

"What is it kiddo? Do you need something? What's wrong?" Henry asked gently.

"Water," Shawn murmured.

"Here," Henry held a glass of water up to Shawn.

"No…that water tastes like paint," Shawn complained.

"No it doesn't! How do you know what paint tastes like anyway?" Henry frowned.

"Long story. Just, please get me some water from the cafeteria? Pretty please?"

"Alright. Gus is with you if you need anything," Henry said and breezed out of the room.

As soon as his father was out of the room Shawn struggled into a sitting position. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and Gus was there, trying to get him to lay back down. He mumbled something, but Gus didn't hear him.

"What?"

"Its not over, Gus!" Shawn yelled hoarsely.

"What do you mean? Are you going to be sick again?"

"Someone is hunting us, I was just the start. That ice-cream, it was home-made, and left in the Psych office fridge. It all makes since now…" Shawn trailed off eyes wide, it was all coming together. "I have to get out of here!" Shawn began tearing the IV's from his arms.

"You can't! The poison isn't out of your system yet!" Gus protested.

"I know who is next!" Shawn looked around widely, "Gus give me your phone!"

"Shawn, wha-"

"GIVE ME THE GODDAMN PHONE BURTON!"

Shocked Gus reached into his pocket and forked his phone over. Shawn grabbed it and dialed.

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Lassiter's phone vibrated in his pocket. Taking his eyes off the road briefly, he pulled it out and looked at the caller ID.

"What do you want, Spencer?" He barked.

"Carlton, where are you?" Shawn's voice was gruff on the other line.

"I'm on my way to the hospital to interrogate you, why?" Lassiter's forehead with pinched with concern. Something was wrong.

"Lassie, I need you to turn around and go to the police station, do you hear me? You are in danger." Shawn spoke with a seriousness Lassiter had never heard him use before. He almost listened to him.

"Spencer, this is important police business, now unless-" Lassiter's phone flew from his hand as another car slammed into the side of his. Pain shot up his leg, and his head smashed against the door. He sat ridged at the wheel, until the pain in his head, made him blackout.

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Thanks for reading, and reviews are always loved!

Just to clear up any confusion on the last chapter, the reason Lassie put the tip of a belt in Shawn's mouth is because when someone is having a seizure, their jaw muscles tense, and if you don't give them something to bite, they can bite off their own tongue. So yeah…. Review!