Hey guys I'm back. I know it's been a while. To make up for it though, this chapter is also really long. I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee

About two hours passed since Chris' relapse and it was now 2 o'clock in the morning. Both Chris and Darren were sleeping soundly on Chris' bed on their sides, each facing the same direction. Chris was bundled up with warm blankets while Darren was only covered up with a thin white sheet.

As usual, Darren slept like a baby. You couldn't blame him though. Being a good friend, he stayed up with Chris trying his best to take care of him. Chris on the other hand still did not show signs of becoming better. Poor thing was still running a fever, was tossing and turning in bed with a queasy stomach, and was drenched in sweat but shivering at the same time.

Minutes later, Chris woke up clutching his stomach and whimpering in pain. His nausea had returned once again and he was beginning to cough and gag. With his hand clamped over his mouth and in fear of soiling his bed, he made an effort to climb over Darren without waking him up to go to the bathroom.

Even though Darren was sleeping quite soundly, he sensed that something was wrong and he immediately woke up by Chris' movements.

"Wha- Whaaaz….hapning?," Darren said through a big yawn while stretching.

"Feel…sick," Chris croaked as he made a dash for the bathroom.

Chris didn't even have time to shut the door as he entered the room. As soon as he opened the toilet lid, he fell to his knees and began to vomit.

Meanwhile in Chris' room, Darren winced in sympathy at the sound of retching coming from the other room. To be honest, Darren was quite frightened right now because how many times did Chris throw up today? Including all those times that Darren didn't know about while Chris was with Cory or with his other cast members. Was the medicine not working? And seriously, what more could Chris have left in his stomach to throw up? The poor guy would literally puke up his guts sooner or later with that much puking done in a single day. Sighing, Darren pulled himself out of bed and found Chris in the bathroom kneeling over the toilet, looking paler than before.

Darren gave Chris a sympathetic look as he kneeled down to Chris' level, rubbing circles onto his back attempting to comfort him. "This just doesn't end, does it?"

"I- I can't… I can't take this anymore," Chris half sobbed

Darren continued to rub soothing circles onto Chris' back trying to make him feel better. "Do you at least feel a little bit better than before?"

"A little," Chris said barely audible.

Darren noticed that Chris sweated through his shirt he was wearing so he decided to go back in the room to get him a new one.

"I'll be right back Chris. I'm gonna go get you a new shirt," Darren said observing the trembling boy.

Darren quickly ran to Chris' room and grabbed the first t-shirt he could find which was colored blue. He then remembered to also take the thermometer, medicine, and damp cloth with him.

As Darren entered the bathroom with the materials he brought, he found Chris leaning against the bathroom wall, hugging his knees towards his stomach, head faced down.

Gosh, poor thing. I really do hope he gets better.

"Here Chris, I brought you some stuff," Darren said as he crouched down to Chris' level.

He handed Chris his new shirt and helped him take off his old one.

Now that Chris was shirtless, Darren took the chance to take a quick glance at Chris' torso before he wriggled into the t-shirt Darren had provided him with. The first thing Darren noticed that really scared him was that Chris' ribs and spine were visible. Not resembling an anorexic but dangerously heading towards that direction. He had smooth, pale skin and was slim with not even a curve to his flat tummy; this kind of scared Darren even more.

"There you go buddy; all set," Darren patted his back. "I'm gonna go put this shirt in the laundry now," Darren said as he left Chris still sitting down on the floor; his head being balanced by his hands which were on his knees.

A few seconds later, Darren came back again with the shirt gone, and a glass filled with water in his hands.

"Hey Chris, I'm gonna need you do drink some water. Just a little bit. Take sips," Darren instructed as he handed the glass to Chris.

As Chris took his first sip, Darren busied himself by taking Chris' temperature.

He anxiously waited for the beep to come and once it did, he glanced at the thermometer with his eyes popped out and a confused expression on his face.

"102. 4? Why the heck did it go up? I don't understand," Darren argued with himself. "Shoot!"

Chris suppressed a cough as he inched closer to the toilet. He coughed a few more times; the last one taking his breath away, sounding like he was about to barf. Chris' hands gripped the toilet bowl and his head was over it, waiting for either his nausea to pass or for him to puke up what little he had left in his stomach. A whimper escaped his mouth and Darren was right by his side again.

"Chris? You ok? Are you gonna be sick again?"

Chris didn't respond; instead he waited patiently with his head over the toilet in distress. Once he was sure he wasn't going to throw up, he leaned back against the bathroom wall. "False alarm," Chris muttered closing his eyes and wrapping his arms around his stomach.

Darren could not express how bad he felt for Chris. He'd had the stomach flu before but never this bad. He scooted towards Chris to hug him and then kiss him at the top of his head.

Chris started to shed a few tears silently. Darren didn't notice until Chris sniffled and brought a hand to his face to wipe away the tears.

"Shhh, everything's gonna be alright," Darren said as he tried to restrain the tears rolling down onto his cheeks. He pulled Chris into a tighter hug and rubbed the side of his back to show that he was still there for him.

Tears continued to roll down Chris' face until quiet sniffles were heard making his crying gradually stop. Darren helped in wiping Chris' tears with a tissue while saying comforting words to him. Chris was calming down but he started to get the hiccups from crying. He leaned his head back against the wall and moaned but his whimpers were interrupted from a hiccup.

"Here Chris, try drinking some water; maybe that can help," Darren looked at him with pity.

Chris took the glass with a shaky hand and took a few sips out of it. He waited a few seconds to see if his hiccups were gone but just when he thought they were, an uncontrollable hiccup came out.

Chris sighed in defeat bending over and sitting in a position conveying a depressed state. Darren started rubbing his back attempting to make him feel better. Every few seconds, Chris' tummy would slightly move as a result from his hiccups. Darren smiled at this but still felt heartbroken inside seeing his friend in this sort of state.

A few minutes later, Chris placed a hand on his tummy sensing a queasy or uneasy feeling at the pit of his stomach. The color in his face had gone completely white and Chris now had a hand clamped over his mouth.

"What it is it buddy?" Darren asked in a worried voice even though he knew what was going to happen.

Chris moaned, closing his eyes and scrunching his eyebrows together in pain. He was starting to sweat again.

Not being near the toilet enough and being too weak to move, Chris stayed in his spot with his hands clamped tightly over his mouth trying to suppress his puking. He gagged a few times until he couldn't hold it in any longer. Removing his hands from his mouth, he immediately threw up a little on the tiled floor, some vomit landing on his shirt.

"Oh sweetie…." Darren said sympathetically. He got a few paper towels located beneath the sink area and crouched down towards Chris. He cleaned up the small bright yellow liquid puddle that was on the floor and wiped the bile off his shirt. He then threw the used paper towels in the small trash can located by the toilet and thanked himself for not having a weak stomach.

Still sitting down, Chris dry retched indicating that he still wasn't done throwing up.

"Ok sweetie… it's ok. I've got you," Darren helped Chris up on his knees supporting half his weight and guiding him to the toilet.

"Oh God," Chris half sobbed once he got to the toilet as he vomited for the third time since he woke up. The moment he could take a breath, Chris began hyperventilating, and almost choked on his vomit when he hurled again two seconds later.

Chris dry retched once again causing him to grab his stomach, bending over in pain. Darren brought over a damp cloth and the thermometer. He gave the cold cloth to Chris while taking his temperature. The thermometer went off and it read 102.6.

Darren sighed in frustration after he found out Chris' temperature. I've got to take him to the hospital, he thought.

Chris closed his eyes and rested his head in his hands, his breathing hurried and shallow. He was making himself lightheaded. His stomach churned as he let out a choked sob and yet again, he puked up yellow bile.

This time, Darren couldn't control the tears that ran down his cheeks. He just let them run. Seeing his friend like this was the worst thing that someone could ever do to him. Once again he started rubbing Chris' back, crying silently and sniffling as he did so.

When Darren was sure that Chris was done, he flushed the toilet and closed the lid, of which a very exhausted Chris rested his head on.

After Chris' bout of vomiting, Darren felt Chris lean against him as if he were going to faint. He then collapsed in Darren's lap, and Darren was lucky enough to catch his upper body and even luckier to catch his head from not hitting the hard floor.

"Chris….. You ok?"

No answer

"Chris I know you're tired but please give me a sign so I know that you can hear me."

Nothing, not even a twitch

Darren was aware that Chris was breathing; he was just worried because he didn't know if Chris was sleeping or if he had just fainted…..

Darren shook him, but not too hard. He didn't want a repeat of what happened just minutes ago, "Chris? Please! Come on buddy I know you're awake…. CHRIS!

Silence

I know I'm a terrible person! First for making you guys wait so long and second, for making poor, poor Chris suffer like that. But at least this chapter is long. And actually, I think it's my longest chapter so far in this story! Hooray for that! And please send me feedback. I wanna know what you guys think (*cough *cough review ;))