(Aribella's POV)

"Jacey, I think I'm dying." I said into my phone.

"You're not dying. You're just sick." She said.

"Nope. This is death. I have the fucking black plague."

Jacey snorted. "No. You have the flu. There is a difference."

"I could still die." I pulled my knees to my chest and tried to force away another wave of nausea.

"But you won't."

"Hold on!" I said and dropped my phone on the tile floor.

I leaned forward and threw up noisily into the toilet. I flushed and got up to rinse my mouth out with water.

I sat down and picked up the phone again. "I'm dying."

Jacey sighed. "Do you want me to bring you anything? Like, something for your stomach? Or some soup?"

"That would pointless, I would just throw it back up." I groaned. "But thanks anyways."

"What's Sam doing? Is he taking care of you?" Jacey asked.

"He's sick too." I said.

"Oh, awesome." Jacey said sarcastically.

"I know, right?" My stomach rolled and I threw up again.

"Fuck!" I nearly screamed.

"Are you alright?" Jacey asked, sounding panicked.

"I throw up every two minutes." I frowned.

Jacey sighed. "That's it. I'm coming over. Me, Becca, and Ronnie will take care of you guys."

I frowned again. Why was she so worried? It was just the flu. I didn't need to be babied, I'd taken care of myself while I was sick plenty of times before. "No, Jacey. Don't. I don't want you guys to get sick."

"Nope. We're on the way." She said and hung up.

"Damn." I tossed my phone to the floor and threw up again.

A few minutes later the doorbell rang and I trudged downstairs to open it.

Becca walked in with a paper bag, with some cups of soup in it. The smell was enough to turn my stomach and I ran back to the bathroom.

Jacey was right behind me.

She rubbed my back soothingly. "Awe, honey. You'll be okay."

She helped me up so I could rinse my mouth once more.

"Are you alright, Aribella?" Ronnie asked from the doorway.

I looked up at her. "I don't know. I feel horrible."

"Flu?" She asked.

I nodded. "I think so."

"What about Sam?" She asked. "Is he alright?"

"He's not throwing up anymore. But he's in bed, sleeping. He's too tired to even move." I explained.

"I'm gonna go check on him." She said and disappeared.

"Jacey?" I said.

"Yeah?"

"Help me up."

She held her hands out and pulled me to my feet.

"Where to next?" She asked.

"A bed. I don't care which one. Just a damn bed." I muttered.

She walked me into the guest bedroom and tucked me into bed, placing the trash can next to the bed in case I got sick again.

"Get some rest." She flicked the light off and went to check on Sam.

I managed to fall asleep in a matter of minutes.

(A few hours later.)

I woke up in bed, drenched in sweat.

I threw the blankets off of me and got out of bed.

The room was dark but I managed to find my way to the hallway and down the steps.

Sam was curled up on the couch with a blanket wrapped around him and a steaming cup of soup in his hands.

Ronnie was at his feet, watching him protectively.

Jacey was nearly passed out in the reciliner and Becca was putting in a DVD.

"Hi." I said when they all looked at me.

Jacey woke up and rushed to my side and guided me to the couch.

I flopped down and Sam handed me an extra blanket. "Thanks."

"Do you want some soup?" Becca offered.

I shook my head. "No, thanks."

Sam finished his soup quickly and held his arms out to me.

I slid into his arms and rested my head against his chest.

Within minutes, Sam and I were asleep.

But for some reason, Josh was the only person that I could dream about.

~!Author'sNote!~ I love you guys! I know I say it all the time but I mean, you guys are awesome. Review please. Also, if you have another idea for a character you would like me to add, just send me the info in a message and I will work them into the story. xoxo, Aly.