Sam's POV

I hadn't felt that bad that morning. But, sitting in History, I felt hot. Part of me felt hot, the other felt okay. Not like a fever just…half and half. All of a sudden, as if someone had injected me with something, I felt lightheaded. My legs were shaking. It was the worst feeling in the world. I think I'm about to faint, I thought, Oh crud, that's not good. I raised my hand and Miss Ackerman rolled her eyes before saying, "No, Sam. You may not go home."

"It's not that." I said, my breathing coming out in ragged gasps, "I feel sick." Everyone turned their head to look at me.

"Well, get out of my classroom before you puke!" Miss Ackerman shrieked, "Out, now!" I rose unsteadily from my seat. I hobbled over to the door, feeling myself get dizzier. As I reached for the doorknob, I felt someone's arm around my waist. I looked behind me too see Fredlumps worriedly clutching me.

"Can I take her to the nurse?" he asked.

"Fine!" Miss Ackerman screamed, "The less of you here, the better!" Freddie opened the door for me and led me down the hall. My legs were shaking so violently he had to hold me the entire time.

"You okay?" he asked as we climbed the stairs. I looked into his mocha-colored eyes; they were filled with concern.

"Yeah, Freddie…" I responded exasperatedly, not bothering to use one of my special names for him. I felt his grip around my torso tighten.

When we arrived at the nurse she asked me what was wrong. Freddie explained that I had almost fainted, and she laid me on a cot. She offered me a mint, saying something about blood sugar, and I grabbed five.

"Nurse!" Principal Franklin's voice yelled from outside, "Gibby just threw up in the cafeteria! Could you come?" The nurse muttered something rude and turned to Freddie.

"Keep an eye on her." she told him, to which he nodded, "If anything happens, Miss Briggs is in the closet room." Yeah, like I'd want Miss Brigg's help if I fainted.

The nurse departed and Freddie gazed nervously at me. I shoved a mint in my mouth.

"What?" I asked him snappishly.

"Sam, are you sure you're okay?" he asked. He was obviously worried about me. It was weird. I knew Fredward and I were friends but he seemed really, really nervous. Only one time had he ever had that look: in fourth grade Carly fell of the swing in midair and sprained her wrist. He looked just like that when he helped Spencer carry her to the car…

It was stupid of me to think he was concerned because he was crushing on me. We were friends, and that was enough for him to be upset…wasn't it?

Freddie's POV

I kept my eye on her, never wavering to any other part of the room. I know, I know, sounds like a stalker, but I was really worried. Sam had almost fainted and I wanted to make sure she was okay. I mean, when a guy crushes on a girl, he would be concerned if she got sick.

"What?" she asked tersely when she caught me staring.

"Sam, are you sure you're okay?" I said. She was very pale and her legs were still trembling.

"Freddie, I'm fine." she said, putting emphasis on 'fine'. I nodded and sat in a recliner next to her. She munched loudly on her mint, a little drool escaping the corner of her mouth. She looked pitiful laying there, white as a sheet, so uncomfortably sick. I wanted to hug her and just express how much I cared. But she'd knock my head off if I even patted her on the back.

"Why'd you help me?" she asked suddenly. I stared up at her, very confused.

"Why?" I said like it was obvious, "Sam, you were on the verge of fainting. I couldn't let you wander the halls alone. If you had fainted, who knows how long it would've taken someone to get to you…"

"You're paranoid." she said, putting a second mint in her mouth, "But thanks anyway. Mint?" She tossed the candy at me but I simply tossed it back.

"You need it. What if you're blood sugar's low?"

"Blood sugar, schmlood sugar." she said, rolling her eyes, "Just take it." She threw it at me, harder this time. Reluctantly, I unwrapped it and put it on my tongue.

I looked up from the wrapper to see her bent over the cot. Her mouth was hanging open limply and she looked even whiter.

"Sam?" I said, standing up, "Sam?"

"Gonna…I'm gonna…" she said. I knew what she meant. I ran to the bathroom, grabbed the wastebasket, and returned. I wasn't fast enough; as I neared, she barfed half in the wastebasket, half on my arm. Good thing I was wearing sleeves.

She moaned noisily, bending over the wastebasket. I held my arm out away from me as I went to fill her a cup of water. I handed it to her. She sloshed it around, gargled, and spit in the wastebasket. I tore my shirt of my body and tossed it into the wastebasket. Sam glanced up at me and said, "Freddie…sorry 'bout your shirt."

"S'okay." I said, grabbing a Fred shirt from the spare clothes pile. I yanked it on and went over to Sam. I laid my hand on her back, rubbing it up and down. It felt nice to know Sam would feel better because of me.

"Thanks, Freddie." she said, smiling feebly at me, "I'd kiss you but-" She glanced in the wastebasket and I chuckled.

"Next time, maybe?" I asked, hoping I didn't sound too eager.

"Maybe." She laughed and rinsed her mouth again. Okay, it was romantic and totally sickening at the same time. Guess I'm just a sentimental guy.

The ending is kinda 'meh' in my opinion but I still find it nice...and gross, but still nice.