Chapter 7

THIS IS NOT MY FANFIC. REPEAT, THIS IS NOT MINE. THIS IS A VERY OLD FANFIC FROM BY USER Nopinion! I AM MERELY REPOSTING THIS FIC BECAUSE I LIKE IT A LOT AND I FEAR THAT IT IS GOING TO BE DELETED. THANK YOU FOR UNDERSTANDING I JUST LOVE THIS FIC SO DAMN MUCH :3

A/n: Slash? is Sheeny/Rivers slash? I don't think so...but what ever. I do have a scene in my head, that hasn't fit yet, but it's coming and it does involve Rivers/someone, but who? I'm not telling! :) wait for it...wait for it...good reviewers. Updated every 1,200 words or so.

"Oh, fuck." Rivers groaned, his knees tucked to his chest as he squirmed on the bathroom floor. He couldn't get warm, and he couldn't cool off and he couldn't beat down the nausea and he couldn't stop sweating and he couldn't stop hurting everywhere. All he could do was roll on the floor and try to alleviate his pain with heart felt groans and outbursts to the Gods that had seemingly deserted him. "I hope I'm dead by morning." He tried to stretch out, to relieve the cramps in his stomach, but he merely succeeded in more dry heaves.

Sheeny was sitting on the edge of the tub, tying her best to comfort him with cool wash cloths and blankets. She occasionally called the other rooms to check up on people. The whole crew came down with the same affliction. Sheeny finally called room service, to contact the proper people, at one in the morning, when Rivers was spitting up blood, "Time to get your stomachs pumped." She sighed, she'd hoped the case would be mild and would run through their systems quickly, but blood spitting was clearly a sign of things getting worse. She shuffled groups of four down to the lobby and put them into the taxi's that had been called, the hospital was waiting for the ten people who were violently ill.

"This is an MTV News Brief." Kurt Loder was coming over the TVs at the hospital waiting room, "Due to the fact that the majority of MTV employees and special guests alike are sitting in the emergency rooms around the New York City area, The MTV VMAs, originally scheduled for tomorrow will be pushed back two days. Among those afflicted by food poisonings, obtained from tainted meat, are both the director and producer of the show and well known artists Blink 182, Foo Fighters, and Weezer. Bono, from U2 stated, "Never trust the catered meat." That's news for now, ten to the hour every hour here on MTV." He finished the briefing and the programming of rap and r&b continued.

"Hmmm...we made the news brief." Brian mused, reading a six month old magazine.

Rivers was wheeled out into the waiting area, his release paperwork in hand. He was blind, his glasses still back in the hotel room so he squinted to find his friends. Sheeny was quickly at the doors and talking with the nurse.

"Well, he's ulcer was exaggerated by this food poisoning, so we're upping his medication dose to two pills twice a day." The nurse handed Sheeny the papers that Rivers had been carrying, "Take care, Mrs. Cuomo."

"Oh, um...I'm his assistant, not his wife." Sheeny laughed slightly, taking the duty of wheeling him to where they were sitting and waiting for the others to come out. "I didn't know you had an ulcer."

"Not something I brag about." He smiled weakly, "It's no big deal."

"You have a whole in your stomach and you're drinking coffee and alcohol, that's stopping now." She lectured.

"Hey hey, it's just an occasional beer, and I don't drink too much coffee." He defended, "No more than you do, mom." he pouted, looking at the floor.

"We were on MTV news." Brian stated, not looking up from the magazine, "Listed right there along with the Foo Fighters and before the Bono quote."

"Fuck MTV, we're never doing anything for them again." He spat.

"They're sending us a platter." Sheeny teased, although Rivers couldn't tell what the blob meant.

"Send it back."

"Joke?" She asked, "Ha ha?"

"I can't see a thing." He rubbed his eyes with his fingers, "I still don't feel good, can I go back to the hotel?" He whined.

"I'll take him." Joanne promised, looking at the exasperated Sheeny, "I'll come back for the rest of them." she started to wheel Rivers away before Brian could protest.

"So...how was your night of up chucking?" She tried to make a joke, the humor lost on the man who was still in pain and afraid to eat or drink. "Or not." She recoiled from his growl, "Tell me about your next album, have you started?"

"Tell me about this place in Colorado." He changed the subject.

"It's a real small town, only about 4,000 people and it's really spread out, about 9,000 foot, receives about four radio stations, and... hmmmm...pretty quiet."

"You grew up there?"

"Yep."

"Do you visit often?"

"I haven't been back for about three years."

"Couldn't afford it?"

"Yes and no."

"Eh?" he was confused.

"It's one of the places were it's hard to get out of, especially twice. We even have a motto, 'Come on vacation, leave on probation,' not a real goldmine of opportunity." she sighed, "And I don't want to see most of those people ever again."

"Bad memories?"

"I guess you could say that."

"Like what?"

"Like your half Japanese Girls." She laughed a little.

"Oh, sorry."

"It's okay."

Silence, incurable silence. "Brian likes you."

"I know."

"He thinks you're oblivious."

"Maybe I am."

"But you just said-"

"Rivers." She warned.

"Fine." He looked down at his hands.

She lead him, shakily through the halls and up to his room. She put some crackers on a tissue and a glass of water by it, "You should eat something, you know my room number, and hopefully you know Sheeny's phone number. I'm sending in Karl for some pity shots, and you'll be glad to know that your glasses are next to the water on the night stand, please don't hesitate to sleep and I'll see you later." She droned on like an airline steward. He gave a meek thanks and she left him to rejoin the crew and escort more back from the hospital.

"This sucks." Mike cried, his stomach sore from hours of regurgitation, "Your mom called." He handed her the phone they shared, "She left a message while I was, being pumped." He shuddered.

"Thanks," She flipped through the menus of several features before she was able to find her message, but was glad for the tedious distraction from the two whining boys, Mike and Mikey, that she was escorting back, the third group of the night. It was three in the morning there, meaning her mom was three hours earlier, midnight and had called at eleven. "I'll call her in the morning."

She was ready to curl up and sleep for the rest of the day, but two people were still at the hospital wishing they could just have a gun to end it all. Karl wasn't any help, taking pictures as the groups entered the lobby and posting them online. He seemed wide awake. Joanne was ready to kill him by the time she made it to the hotel bed she cherished, "Two have to stay the night, they're too dehydrated." She informed Karl, who was standing in the door frame, taking pictures of her a Sheeny crashing on one bed. "Go away." She flipped him off and fell asleep.

"Good morning, it's time to get up, good morning." The man at the other end of the phone automatedly cheered.

"Fuck off!" She screamed and slammed the receiver down, it was eight in the morning. She scraped her self from her bed and stalked to the lobby to inquire about the person responsible for setting the wake up calls. The front desk had made a mistake in room numbers, it appeared. "Obviously, since I was in her just four hours ago wiping the calls off of everyone's room including mine." She glared at them.

As badly as she wanted to sleep, her mind was working and wouldn't rest long enough for her eyes to close for long. Once up always up, was her mind's idea of fun. She relented and made some coffee in the little pot that was on the counter. She noted the absence of Sheeny's sleeping form on the bed and called Karl's room, "Good morning, time to wake up, Good morning." She monotonously greeted, "Is Sheeny down there? And do you have any sugar?"

"Fuck you, no and no."

"You're the one who was voluntarily up." She stated and hung up. She walked down the hallway to River's room and noted it was propped open with the deadbolt. She knocked lightly and was called in.

"You look horrible." She commented. Rivers was sitting in a loose wife beater and soccer shorts, that expose surprisingly well toned muscled, with stubble on his chin, and bleary red-eyes behind his glasses.

"Thanks Snow White." He mumbled, threw his eyes at the floor and continued, "What do you want?"

"Do you have extra sugar, and maybe an extra Sheeny?"

"Yeah. No." He smiled quickly and dropped the grin just as fast.

"Where and where?"

"There," He pointed at the counter by the coffee maker, "and there." He waved across the hall, "She'd doing her rounds, and confiscated my coffee."

"I'll bring you a cup, hush hush." She grabbed the sugar packets and headed out the door, running into Sheeny who was on her way in. "Morning."

"He's not making you get him coffee is he?"

"No...I just came for his sugar." Joanne showed the packets.

"Hmmm...okay." She watched suspiciously as Joanne headed down the corridor and back into the room they shared.

With a whole day of recovery for all the parties involved, MTV called another day of sound check for regrouping. This time fresh fruit was provided and nothing else. Sheeny once again found someone in their spot.

"What the Hell are you running? We were suppose to be on an hour ago, but no you've got Pink up there, stoned off her ass." Sheeny waved the clipboard at them, "Why the Hell is she suddenly here?"

"We lost a few people, due to scheduling slots, and she's all we could get."

"When are we going on?"

"Um...how about seven?" A young, timid girl asked.

"Seven? It's three fifteen."

"I'm sorry, but the schedule."

"Shove you schedule." Sheeny trotted off. She wondered around the back stage area, finding several people who looked horrible still. Rivers was leaning in a corner on the floor, hood pulled up over his head. The Foo Fighters were looking much the same, unshaven, and still weak on the couch. Blink 182 were lamely sitting on their skateboards, and Brittany Spears was looking much less than here abysmal best. "Any one willing to let Weezer sound check anytime soon?" she asked them.

"Just go now, before anyone can get there." Dave responded.

"Come on Rivs." She pulled his arm, until he stood up, "Wake up."

"Can't I have a Mountain Dew?"

"No, now stop complaining." She gathered the recovering crew and arranged the sprint, "One song and then we're done."

"What do you want to do?" Brian asked.

"Hash Pipe, I guess. So that the sound's right." Rivers mumbled and grabbed his guitar, "Be better if I had CAFFEINE!" He yelled at the retreating Sheeny.

"Tea, Rivers?" Derek asked, "Has caffeine, but not as harsh." He offered his mug.

Rivers took the cup eagerly and drank as much as he could handle at once, "Thanks." He handed the cup back. Derek refilled it from his thermos.

Pink was finally off and the Weezer crew rushed in before the other crews could pounce, "Just one song." Rivers proclaimed in the mike, "You owe us that much." They played their tune and rushed off just as quickly as they had came on.

"Done, now back to bed." Sheeny ordered.

"No complaints." Mikey smiled.