AN = I wonder what this story is about... Ahahaha! It is set in the Sam and Cat universe. It's waaaayyy after TKTJ because Seddie is back together! YAY! By the way, if you go onto Sam and Cat Wiki Page, and go to Sam Puckett; look at the character relationships, Seddie Shippers will be veeerrryyy happy! Anyways, please enjoy!

Legs wobbling. Stomach curdling. Breathing funny. Violent vomiting. All signs of illness...

"I-I feel d-dead! I-I need my san-sandwich" The over exaggerating girl screamed at the top of lungs, in between all of her vomiting.

"I'm coming." Freddie said, walking into the lounge, holding a tray with sandwiches and orange juice.

"G-Good..." She sat herself up and looked at the tray of food in front of her.

"It is a good thing that Cat called me." Freddie stated, sitting down beside Samantha.

"Yeah, she can't be sick. She is already mentally insan-" Eww. Okay, you don't wanna know what happened.

"Sorry..." Sam muttered, looking down at her pile of disgust.

"It's okay. It really isn't your fault you're ill." He stood up and looked down at his jeans. Ruined. They were germed all over. His mother would freak if she saw them...

"There is a spare pair of your jeans in the closet from last time you visited. You left one of your suitcases behind..."

"Thanks. If you need me-" He paused and bit his lip as he watched Sam put her head over the sick bowl. He couldn't bare to watch it anymore. He sat back down and held her hair away.

"Shall I make some more sandwiches?" He offered.

"Go get cleaned up first. I don't want-" She couldn't even finish a sentence...

"I will stay with you till you're done."

You will be waiting an awfully long time, Sam thought to herself. She felt queasy, more than she did originally. She trembled and shook slightly.

"I'll get you some more blankets too..." Freddie carried the sick-covered tray and dumped it in the kitchen sink. He then went into the closet and got out some blankets and a pair of jeans.

"I-I don't feel we-well..." She said weakly as she pushed the bowl away and closed her eyes, resting her head down on the back of the sofa.

"I know you don't. I promise you will be better soon though."

"I hope so." She mumbled.

"If you wanna be better quicker, you can take some of your medicine..." Freddie said in a babyish voice.

"No, I refuse to take that stuff! It tastes like rotten rats..."

"How would you know what it tastes lik-" He looked away quickly as Sam reached for the bowl and was vomiting once again.

"That-That's what ev-everything ta-tastes like!" She stuttered, coughing and spluttering.

"Aww. You're really not well, are you?"

"True c-chiz..."

"Oh, Sammy." He said, covering her with more blankets. Then he perched down at the end of the sofa.

"I feel horrible."

He wrapped his arms around her and gave her a reassuring smile.

"You will be better soon."

"I don't want you getting ill..." She said concerningly, holding him tighter.

"I will be fine. You just concentrate on getting better... How about, when you are better, we can go out to a restaurant or something?"

"Go get me that medicine, nub!"

"Okay?" Freddie jumped to his feet and went over to the medicine bottle.

The sooner I'm better, the sooner I get a date, the blonde headed demon thought. And how right she was...

AN = I literally forgot I ever wrote this story. I was going through my fanfic folders on my computer and it was just there, and I thought 'Hmm, I better post this story because I wanna see peoples' reactions.' So, please, reviews to me are like Sam and her ham!