~Sabrina~

Day Four:

The next morning…

I yawned and opened my eyes. My head was pounding. I rolled over, before quickly moving back to my original position. My entire body hurt. The blisters, from every inch of my skin being burnt, had started to form. My skin felt like it was being ripped off every time it brushed against the duvet cover. I groaned in pain but quickly silenced myself, so I didn't wake my sister up. But surprisingly, I didn't hear snoring beneath me.

"Daphne?" I quickly said, panicked.

"Yes?" I heard her faintly call.

She must've gone downstairs already. This may have been the first time I had slept in later than her. If there was one thing my sister loved, it was sleep. And food. And egging on Puck and I's non-existent relationship. I cringed, remembering how I broke down in front of him the day before. I hated showing weakness. Especially to him. But worst of all, he was mad at me. He was mad that I had said I didn't love him, but, how was I supposed to love someone I didn't know anymore? It wasn't necessarily his fault that I didn't know him anymore. But, it also wasn't mine. I was confused. But, avoiding it seemed to be the best option for now. After all, we only had three days left of our vacation, and I didn't want to waste it on a pity-party over Puck.

I pulled myself out of bed and climbed down the ladder. Everything was on fire. Every time I put my leg in front of me, I felt the skin on my legs stretching and ripping. I stumbled into the bathroom. I was horrified when I looked in the mirror. My skin was redder than it had been the first day I was burnt, and my shoulders and neck were covered in little blisters. I looked down at my wrists, to discover that they too, were covered with the sores. I opened the bottom cabinet, pushed past some mouthwash, Q-tips, and extra toilet paper, to search for the aloe-vera gel that Granny recommended. There was barely any left, but still, I flipped it upside down and did my best to empty the container into my hands. It was a quarter-sized amount, but I did the best to spread it across my arm. I bent down again, hoping to find some other sort of relief. Despite how many products were in the cabinet, most being for hair, which made sense, considering Charming owned the house, there was nothing else to soothe my burnt skin.

"O-oh… my… Lord." Red stuttered as I walked into the kitchen, doing everything in my power to ignore the pain.

"What?" I asked, ignoring Pinocchio's gaping mouth, as I sat down.

"Holy Moly!" Daphne shrieked.

She had been cooking eggs at the stove, but now she was staring at me, with her jaw touching the floor. I searched the room for Puck, knowing he'd have something to say, but couldn't find him.

"It's just a little sunburn," I said, walking to the fridge.

"Sabrina, that' blistering..." Pinocchio trailed off.

"So?" I asked, taking a swig of the lemonade Daphne had made the day before.

I heard heavy footsteps and turned around, Puck had walked in. I watched his face turn white as he took in the sight. He sucked in his breath.

"Sabrina…" He said.

I knew he was mad at me, but it still hurt. He rarely used my real name. It was either Brina or Grimm.

"Guys," I said, addressing everyone in the room. "It's just a sunburn, it's really no big deal."

Puck walked over to me. He tapped my shoulder, sending shooting pain across the skin. The blisters were suddenly disappearing, but being replaced with raw skin.

"That's no big deal?" He asked, opening the door to the freezer.

I didn't answer as I watched him grab a bag of frozen strawberries. He dumped them into a bowl. He looked at me, expectantly. Everyone was looking at me.

"I'm fine." I lied, ignoring the pain that covered my body, as well as the pain of the massive headache I had.

"If you say so…" Daphne said, quietly.

I walked out of the room, and back to the bathroom. I turned the bathtub faucet to cold and dipped my foot into freezing water.

"Sabrina!" A girl's voice yelled, pounding on the door.

My eyes burst open and my head shot up. The water surrounding me had grown warm. How long had I been in here? How had I fallen asleep in the bath?

"Yes?" I called back.

"We're going to the beach."

"Okay, I'll be down in a sec."

"Are you sure you're good to be in the sun?"

"Yeah… will you guys wait?"
"Sure…"

I stepped out of the bathtub, wrapped myself up, and dashed to my room, pulling on a pink bikini, ignoring my light-headedness.

"Okay, ready to go." I smiled, at Red and Daphne, who were standing with their towels, by the door.

"You look pale," Red said, peering at me.

"And you look red..." Daphne added. "How is that even possible?"

"Okay, if all we're gonna do is tell me how bad I look, can we just head down to the beach?" I asked.

I followed them out the door. The air felt warm and there wasn't a cloud in the sky.

I laid down my towel next to Daphne's and looked out at the water. Puck was dunking Pinocchio under the water. I laughed to myself. After setting all my things down, I put on almost half a bottle of sunscreen and started walking towards the water. Daphne and Red were already halfway to the boys and I tried to walk faster, but failed. I was a little dizzy.

"Hey, Sabrina, did you put on sunscreen, by chance?" Pinocchio asked as soon as I reached the group.

"Yeah," I laughed. "Wouldn't wanna get any more burnt!"

"After a burn like that, you can't put on sunscreen. It blocks the raw skin from getting air."

"Oh well."

He rolled his eyes, but I ignored him and splashed my sister, who immediately started splashing me back, resulting in a water-fight, between the five of us. The saltwater stung the blisters, but they felt a little better since I wasn't paying much attention to them.

"Sabrina?" I heard Puck's voice say, in the distance.

Where was he? Wasn't he just in front of me? I looked ahead and saw him holding out his hands. He had a worried look on his face.

"Sabrina," I heard Red say, even quieter than Puck, which was strange because she was standing next to me. "Look at me."

I turned, her face was blurry. Everything was blurry.

"She's alive!" A high-pitched voice shrieked, as I opened my eyes.

I found myself on the cool leather couch. I saw three people standing around me. I couldn't see their faces, but I listened to the voices and realized that it was Daphne, Pinocchio, and Red. I shut my eyes again.

"Here, drink this." I squinted at the figure standing over me.

My head was spinning and so was the room, so I quickly closed my eyes, thankful for the darkness they provided. I felt a thick glass on my lips and I greedily swallowed the water. I had never been thirstier and it coated my dry throat. But soon after I swallowed it, my stomach started churning. I ignored the dizziness that I got from standing up and rushed to the bathroom. I didn't bother turning on the lights, and leaned over the toilet, and emptied my stomach into the porcelain bowl. I felt a hand rub my back. I silently thanked them, scared that if I opened my mouth that something else would come out.

"It's okay, Brina." I recognized Puck's voice.

Puck was rubbing my back while I threw up. Puck was getting me water. Puck was making sure I was okay. Puck cared about me. But, his being here was making me feel even sicker. I had been so mean to him. How was he sitting here with me? After what I had said to him, how could he stand to be near me?

"Puck, you need to go," I whispered, willing myself not to cry.

Even in the dark, I could see a look of pain flash across his face, but still, he got up and walked out of the bathroom. It wouldn't have been fair to make him stay, he had no reason to take care of me. A tear fell into the vomit-filled bowl, and I cringed. Puck must've hated me. So why did he care enough to rub my back while I got sick?

"Sabrina?" I heard my sister ask, through the closed door.

"Yes?" I responded, weakly.

"Puck said you couldn't keep water down." She said, walking into the bathroom. "Pinocchio thinks you have sun-poisoning."

Sun-poisoning? A girl named Caroline, who I knew from school, had had sun-poisoning. She'd been on a cruise to the Bahamas. She had to go to the hospital.
"I don't think so, Daphne," I told her.

I did my best to focus on her face. She was glaring at me.

"Do you see the burns all over your body? Your skins basically falling off."

"It is not, it's just peeling," I assured her.

Daphne flipped the light-switch and it illuminated the skin on my hands. They were red and raw. And it did kind of feel like my skin was falling off. I squeezed my eyes shut.

"Not falling off, right?" Daphne crossed her arms.

I watched as she turned and walked out of the bathroom. I still didn't feel well enough to leave the toilet, so I stayed where I was.

I must have drifted off, but I felt someone pull me up, from where I was resting my head, against the toilet seat.

"Come on… we're going…" Puck said, his words drifting in and out of my ears.

I was too tired to protest and let him pick me up.

"Sabrina, you have to take off your shirt." I heard Puck say.

"What the hell, Puck?" I yelled, sitting up. "I'm not taking off my shirt and I'm not having sex with you. What's your issue? You know I don't feel good."

But, I quickly laid down and tried to cover my face but a tube, connected to my arm, prevented my hand from reaching my face, as soon as I saw the doctor, and the nurse standing next to Puck. We were at the hospital. I heard Puck hold back a laugh, and felt my face grow an even deeper shade of red. I'd never live this down.

"Miss, it really would be helpful if you removed your shirt." I heard the doctor say. "And I can leave, and have a female doctor take a look if it'd make you more comfortable."

I groaned in embarrassment but obeyed and pulled off my shirt. It hurt. The fabric stuck to the blisters, and pulling it off was pure agony. I was glad I hadn't had the chance to take off my bathing suit top.

"It looks like a second-degree burn." The doctor said quietly to the nurse.

I watched as she quickly jotted it down on the clipboard she was holding. I felt like an animal at one of the petting zoos that Daphne and I used to love so much, as they poked and pressed on my skin. I glanced at Puck, who was sitting in a chair across the room and staring at his phone. I was glad he wasn't looking at me. I felt gross. The paper I was sitting on stuck to my legs as I shifted, to let the doctor see my back, and I knew I looked horribly sweaty. I knew I smelled like vomit and realized Puck had had to sit in the car with me, for however long it had taken to get here. But, he'd seen me look and smell worse.

"Okay, Savannah," The doctor started, clearing his throat.

"It's Sabrina." Puck interjected, looking at me.

I quickly smiled at him, before directing my attention back to the doctor.

"Sabrina," He corrected himself. "It does look like you have sun-poisoning, but you are also severely dehydrated. We put you on a drip, so that part of the issue should be resolved."

I cringed, I never drank enough water.

"And, the burns on your skin were made worse, with some sort of gel?"
"Aloe-vera," I admitted.

"Ah, a common mistake." He gave me a warm smile. "You can't put aloe on broken skin like this."

I nodded, embarrassed about the dumb mistake.

"We're going to give you some over-the-counter antihistamines and advise you to stay out of the sun for the next few days. And, if the blisters haven't cleared up by then, come see us again." The doctor continued. "Just tell the secretary, at the front desk, I believe her name's Bethany, that you need to see Doctor Kirby, and I'll be right with you."

I got out of the bed I had been laying on and put my foot on the cool floor. Puck got up and walked out the door, but stopped to wait for me.

"Your boyfriend did the right thing, bringing you into the hospital. I could tell he was very worried." The doctor whispered to me, as I passed him, on the way to the door.

"Oh, he's not my boyfriend." I laughed, uncomfortably.

The doctor and nurse shared a look and chuckled, as I walked towards Puck.

"How'd you know to bring me in?" I asked once I reached him.

"Grimm, do you really think I'm smart enough to know to bring you here?"

I laughed and shook my head.

"Pinnochio told me you were gonna die if you didn't get checked out immediately, and I knew the old lady wouldn't be too happy if you died, while you were with me, so I figured it couldn't hurt to listen to Pinocchio for once." Puck shrugged.