Chapter 1: Cabin Fever

"I will go with you. But first, I'm gonna check on Trina. And then I'll get our bags and I will meet you outside!" Spencer yelled at Esme, getting increasingly louder. He was frustrated that she would put him in a position to have to choose between her and Trina, especially while knowing Trina was not in a good headspace at the moment.

"Trina's asleep and we can send for our things, let's go." Esme quipped back. Spencer stood there, staring blankly at her as she opened the door. Esme turned around to see Spencer wasn't moving.

"Come on! Spencer, we are leaving!" Esme shouted, her face turning red. Spencer shook his head vigorously.

"No… Hell no! I'm not leaving until I know Trina's okay. Leave without me if you can't wait for that." Spencer responded, leaving the room to find Trina. Esme stood at the door for a moment in disbelief, then slammed it shut as she walked back inside the cabin, towards Josslyn.

"Only you could make me out to be some sort of monster just because your friend can't handle her liquor." Esme said to Josslyn, barely audible.

"Oh please," Josslyn chortled. "This isn't about the alcohol! You knew exactly what you were doing Esme, just drop the act already. You've been obsessed with making something out of nothing between Cameron and Trina for weeks now." Josslyn said, taking a step closer to Esme.

"You must think you have me all figured out, don't you?" Esme replied coldly, moving towards Josslyn.

"You're not a puzzle, Esme. You're a pathetic bitch. Nobody has to try that hard to figure you out." Josslyn responded, smiling. Cameron smirked as Josslyn took his hand and walked him to their bedroom. Esme shook her head as she released her balled up first, her palm bleeding from her nails digging into her skin.


"Trina, please open the door." Spencer asked calmly. He pressed his ear against the bathroom door, but didn't hear anything.

"Trina! Are you okay?" Spencer yelled. He pressed his other ear against the door, and still heard nothing. He started knocking feverishly, and waited for a response before speaking again.

"I'm coming in" he said, hesitating for a few seconds before opening the door. He found Trina balled up in a fetal position in front of the toilet.

"Hey hey hey," Spencer spoke, getting on his knees and leaning over Trina. "Hey, Trina, can you hear me?" Spencer asked softly as he tucked her hair behind her ear. She didn't budge. Spencer tried shaking her gently, but Trina remained stiff and unmoving. Spencer took a deep breath, analyzing Trina's face for a moment. Worried, he grabbed her wrist and found her weakened pulse. He moved his fingers from her wrist to her hand, and gasped at how cold her fingers were.

"Oh God…" Spencer said, getting up from the floor. "Something isn't right." He said to himself. He left the bathroom to find Esme sitting on the couch on her phone.

"Where's Josslyn and Cameron?" Spencer asked. Esme stayed looking at her phone.

"Hell if I know." She retorted. Spencer rolled his eyes.

"I'm getting a Lyft. I need to get Trina to the hospital." Spencer replied. Esme immediately looked up from her phone, and hurriedly walked towards Spencer.

"No, no! She can't go to the hospital!" Esme yelled. Spencer looked at Esme in confusion.

"And why is that?" Spencer inquired. Silence ate the air in the room until Esme came up with an excuse.

"Because you don't want to put her in debt to a hospital just because she drank too much."

"Esme, my uncle Sonny wouldn't hesitate to cover her medical bills. Trina is passed out on the bathroom floor and isn't waking up, I'm not about to just leave her like that." Spencer reasoned, pulling out his phone. Esme grabbed Spencer's phone and chucked it across the room.

"What the hell Esme?!" Spencer exclaimed. He couldn't figure out why she was acting like this.

"You're being overdramatic!" Esme shouted, "she needs a nap Spence, not an ambulance. She's got you so wrapped around her finger you can't even see that." Esme walked past him, looking out the window.

Spencer stood there, reflecting on the situation. "Maybe I'm overreacting a bit… she didn't drink that much, maybe she didn't drink enough water or was drinking on an empty stomach." Spencer wondered aloud, walking over to where Trina left her mug. He picked it up and analyzed it, seeing it was still half full. "She didn't even finish it." Spencer said, drinking what was left in the mug. Esme's jaw dropped, and before she could say anything, Spencer started coughing.

"Whoa!" He winced, "how strong did you make this, Esme?"

"I- I only put two shots! Same as everyone el-"

"No," Spencer interrupted, "this does not taste like what I had tonight."

"That's because I added some maple syrup to your whiskey. I know you like it sweet." Esme charmed with a sly smile. Spencer stared into her eyes coldly. Esme started to panic quietly, worried about how her concoction would affect Spencer.

"I'm gonna check on her." Spencer said. As he took a step towards the bathroom, the room started spinning. "I- I don't…" he started, and sat down quickly. "What the hell… I feel woozy." Spencer said lowly.

"You're drinking more on top of what you already had. I wouldn't be surprised if you end up drunker than Trina." Esme joked nervously. Spencer nodded slowly, staring at the ground.

"Surprised… yeah, surprised, I wouldn't be." Spencer said, his words beginning to slur.

"Spencer, are you okay?" Esme asked, leaning over him. Spencer stood back up quickly, saluting her. "Yes ma'am, never better" he slurred. He made his way back to the bathroom door, and opened it without knocking. He closed the door behind him and locked it, ignoring Esme's voice on the other side. Leaning against the door, he stared at Trina with a small smile.

"I'm not drunk, you're drunk." He mumbled. He examined Trina's body on the floor, and slowly shook his head.

"You…. Comfortable, not." He spoke to himself, as he positioned himself to where he could pick her up. He lifted her up, his right arm wrapped around her upper back and his left arm carrying her legs. He attempted to step towards the door, but stumbled back and fell into the bathtub, still holding Trina. She woke up, confusion plastered on her face as she realized she was sitting on Spencer's lap in the bathtub, in a lover's carry position. Spencer lit up, grinning as he looked into her eyes.

"It's sooooo good to see your eyes." Spencer whispered.

"Wha- Where are we?" Trina asked softly. She shut her eyes, as a headache brewed behind them.

"Werrrr- wherever! Wherever you wanna be!" Spencer giggled excitedly. Trina opened her eyes and looked at him questionably, as he laughed heartily.

"Spencer… I don't feel so good." Trina said, her voice breaking as she teared up. Spencer's laughing quickly dissipated into concern.

"You don't?! What feels wrong? What's wrong, Trina?" Spencer asked. Trina rubbed her hand against her aching forehead.

"I feel dizzy. Tired, so tired like I can barely move. My head hurts and I just feel sad." Trina explained. Spencer clumsily wiped a tear off her cheek.

"What can I do to make you happy?" He asked, his fingers turning her chin to face him, staring into her eyes. "Hm? What can I do? I'll do anything… Anything to make you happy."

Trina stared back for a moment, scared to see nothing but sincerity on his face. Spencer's lips quivered, and he leaned his forehead against hers, breathing deeply. "I feel happy, Trina... Don't you?" He mumbled, placing his hands on her cheeks. Trina became concerned, and held his cold hands, still against her face.

"Spencer… We should get up… I think you might have drank too much t-"

"Don't… don't leave me…" Spencer demanded slowly, moving his head above hers and wrapping his arms around her tightly. "Trina, pleeeease," He whimpered, "Please don't leave me."

"Spencer… Let me go! We need to get out of this bathroom." She snapped. Trina tried to push his arms away, but he didn't budge. He continued to cling onto her, now sobbing.

"I d-don't… don't… deserve you… can't… but I can't let you go… you understand?" Spencer stammered, releasing his hold on her as his cries weakened. Trina took the opportunity to get off Spencer, stepping out of the tub. Vertigo was intense as she stood up, but she regained her composure and focused on Spencer. His eyes were heavy, and he was sweating.

"I'm not going anywhere, Spencer. But we need to get you to the hospital. I'll call an ambulance." Trina insisted. She looked around the bathroom slowly, still feeling dizzy.

"Spencer, have you seen my phone?" she asked. Spencer tried to speak back but was mumbling incoherently.

"Spencer, how much did you drink?" She asked, leaning over him in the bathtub. When he didn't respond, Trina began to smack his cheek repeatedly until his eyes fluttered.

"Mmmm- my cup, yours." Spencer muttered, giving Trina goosebumps.

"So, wait… it wasn't until you sipped from my cup that you started feeling like this?" Trina asked. Spencer sunk further into the tub, no longer trying to keep his eyes open. His mouth opened slightly as he drifted from consciousness.

"Spencer!" Trina yelled, shaking him. Worry continued to sober her up by the minute.

"What did you do to him? Let me in!" Esme screamed, pounding on the locked door.

"Call an ambulance!" Trina yelled through the door. Girlfriend or not, she didn't trust Esme near Spencer right now.

"Get away from my boyfriend and let me take care of him, you lightweight!" Esme replied, pounding on the door even harder. Josslyn and Cameron left the bedroom to approach Esme outside the door.

"Feeling like the fifth wheel?" Cameron asked Esme, as Josselyn smirked next to him.

"We need to get Spencer to the hospital! Call an ambulance, Joss!" Trina yelled. Josslyn's jaw dropped as she gazed nervously at Cameron, and started dialing.

"Sonny's driver will get us to the hospital faster than an ambulance." Josslyn said, putting her phone up to her ear.

"I'll get a Lyft to the hospital." Esme sneered, walking away from everyone to wait on the couch.

"Good idea." Josslyn responded. Trina opened the door, and was immediately embraced by Josselyn.

"We're okay, right?" Trina asked unsurely. Josslyn went from hugging her to holding her at arm's length.

"Of course we're okay, Trina. You're my best friend. I'm sorry this trip turned into such a nightmare for you." Josslyn empathized. Trina shook her head, looking back at Spencer slowly.

"We have a lot to talk about, Joss." Trina said, turning back to Josslyn. Josslyn nodded, looking back and forth between Spencer and Trina.

A car beeped outside the cabin, and the three looked at one another and then at Spencer, still unconscious.

"Esme, you gonna help us carry him?" Cameron asked. Cameron looked around the cabin, and saw that Esme was already gone.

"I'll grab one leg, Joss you grab the other, and Cameron you carry him from his underarms." Trina advised, reaching for Spencer's leg. Trina quickly fell to the ground, still weak.

"Josslyn and I will carry Spencer. Trina, you need to get checked out at the hospital, too." Cameron reasoned. Josslyn held Spencer by his legs, while Cameron held him up by his underarms. Trina opened the door to the driver's car to assist with getting Spencer situated.

"Pop open the trunk!" Cameron joked to the driver. Josslyn laughed while Trina chuckled, rolling her eyes. They put Spencer in the middle of the backseat, Cameron on one side and Trina on the other to keep him propped up. Josslyn took the passenger seat.

"We'll come back for our stuff later." Josslyn figured, looking at Cameron seductively. They came close to having sex earlier, but Esme's yelling and pounding of the bathroom door killed the mood.

"Yeah, I don't feel this trip is quite over." Cameron responded, grinning from ear to ear.

"You guys! I'm right here, you know." Trina groaned. Josslyn and Cameron looked at each other longingly before Josslyn turned around to face the road.

Spencer's eyes opened slightly, and he looked over at Trina. She looked back at him with a questioning gaze, wondering how much of what he said was true, and how much was alcohol-induced. He softly grasped her hand to hold it, as his head leaned back and his eyes closed again. Trina rubbed her thumb over the top of his hand, securing the hold. The driver took them quickly to General Hospital, enjoying the silence.


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