Oh my gosh! I just looked at the calendar and realized that I had not updated in months! I am sorry my loving fans (you know who you are by now) for leaving you in the dark. I am determined to post at a more convenient pace from now on. Especially since school is over. Yee.

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Chapter 12: Noah (What? Another Noah chapter?)

To tell you the truth, I didn't really like anyone on Total Drama Island and I don't think a lot of people liked me. Therefore, I was quite surprised when Gwen divided her time between sitting at Cody's bed and sitting at mine. I didn't know if she was just trying to be nice or what. She never said anything, just sat there. Sometimes it made me feel really uncomfortable. I didn't say anything to her either. I just lay with my back turned to her.

However, I had to say one thing about Gwen being there that was positive: she kept Heather away. Gwen was in the tent twenty-four seven, waiting for Cody to get better. When I was turned towards the tent opening, I occasionally saw Heather walk by and glance in. She would get quite frustrated to see Gwen there and storm away. I didn't know what she wanted from me, but I didn't want to find out.

Chef also came into the tent very little. He had told Cody that he was still dying, but they had a way to save him, and that was about it. He hadn't even looked at me yet, and I didn't know what he was doing for Duncan. He wasn't helping him, that's for sure. And everyday my stomach got worse and worse. Chef was a really bad doctor. Like, really bad. He couldn't even take care of his patients.

It was about three days after I first came to the tent. Chef still had not come to check on us. I would've gone to look for him, but I couldn't get up. I also would've asked Gwen to go look for him, but I was afraid that Heather would come while she was gone. So I was left unchecked and dying.

Much to my dismay, Katie and Sadie came to visit me on the third day. It's not that I don't like those two (actually I hate them); I just didn't enjoy their company (and I hate them). They were really screechy. Like dolphins.

"Hi Noah!" Sadie screeched, "How are you on this fine day?"

"Horrible," I growled.

"How can you be down on a day like today?" Katie wondered.

"Ever feel like your stomach was being torn apart?" I asked them.

"No," they both replied.

"Then you wouldn't know," I snapped.

They looked at each other. "Where's Chef?" Katie wondered, concerned. "Shouldn't he have come by now?"

"I don't know," I mumbled, "He hasn't been here for the past three days."

"We'll go find him for you!" Sadie exclaimed. They both dashed out of the tent.

"No wait!" I called after them. But it was too late; they were gone.

I sighed, frustrated, and looked at Gwen. She and Cody were staring at me with amused expressions on their faces.

"What?" I asked.

"That's so cute, Noah!" Gwen said, "They have a crush on you!"

My eyes widened. "They do not!" I insisted.

"Sure they do," Cody put in, "Did you see the sparkle in their eyes?"

"Shut up, Cody!" I growled. "Nobody asked you."

"I don't know why they wouldn't like you," Gwen admitted, leaning back in her chair. "You're a very handsome kid, Noah."

I stared at her, not knowing what to say. I didn't even know whether to thank her or not. Was she making fun of me, or did she really mean it? I mean, why would she say that? I turned my back on them so I could ponder Gwen's compliment.

I suddenly heard someone come in and rolled over. To my dismay, it was only Harold and Ezekiel. In other words, not Chef.

"What are you doing here?" I growled.

"Chef told us to come check on you, eh," Ezekiel replied, "Said that you guys were due for one."

"Then why can't he come and do it?" Duncan wondered.

The two looked at each other. "He said he was too squeamish," Harold told us.

Squeamish my foot! He probably just didn't feel like doing it.

"Harold is not aloud to come anywhere near me," Duncan informed us. I figured he probably thought Harold would still want revenge for all of the horrible things Duncan did to him.

Ezekiel shrugged and opened the first-aid kit he was carrying. As he checked Duncan's heartbeat, Harold did the same with Cody. As they were checking them, Katie and Sadie rushed in.

"Can we help?" Katie asked, excitedly. "We love doctoring!" Without waiting for an answer, she snatched the first-aid kit from Ezekiel's hands and came towards me.

"Stay away from me!" I hissed at her.

She gave me a puzzled look. "Why?" She wondered, "Don't you want us to help you?"

"Well let me put it this way for you," I replied. "If I could choose between you four, I would rather have a monkey operate on me." Those were the nicest terms I could put them in.

As Katie, Sadie, Ezekiel, and Harold stared at me, Gwen sighed and stood up. "Give me the bag," she told Katie, "I'll check him whether he wants me to or not."

I glared at her as she strode over to my bed and the others went back to their business. "Don't try anything," I warned her.

"I won't," she promised, as she sat down on top of me. She took out the stethoscope and placed the one end in her ears and the other end on my heart. She closed her eyes and silently counted my heartbeats. As she did, I looked around. I glanced at the tent entrance and, to my surprise, saw Heather standing some distance away.

What was she doing here? Why was she staring at me? And what was that lust in her eyes? Was she mad that Gwen was on me or something else? I didn't want to know the answer to these questions. But I did know that I wished she would go away. Heather made me extremely nervous.

My attention was drawn back to Gwen when she removed the stethoscope from my heart. "Hmm," she hummed, scratching down a number on a pad of paper. Next, she took out one of those air pumps and wrapped it around my arm. She started pumping air and counted. I looked back at Heather.

Oh God, she was still there. Glaring at me. Her eyes were filled with pure hatred and a lust for something. She looked like she wanted to kill me. And that frightened me greatly. Why was she so angry with me?

"Hm," Gwen said, removing the pump and scratching another number on the pad. "How's your breathing? Can you breathe alright?"

What was she? A nurse? "No," I growled, "You're sitting on me."

"I mean normally."

"Not really." She shook her head and wrote something else on the pad of paper. Then she finally got off of me. She went over to Katie and Sadie.

"Can you give this to Chef and tell him to get his butt down here?" Gwen asked them in a low voice. "Noah really needs it."

They both nodded, taking the pad. "Don't worry," Sadie said. "We'll get it to him." Then they left.

I narrowed my eyes at Gwen. "Well?" I growled. "How am I?"

She gave me a blank look. "You're not going to like it," she warned. "I'm surprised you're even conscious." She sighed.

"What are you saying?" I wondered, starting to grow very nervous.

Gwen sighed again and walked over to me. She sat down on my bed. "Your heart rate is slow and weak. And you're not breathing normally." She said in a low voice. My eyes narrowed. "Noah, you're dying."

Woah! Dramatic. After all, this is Total Drama Island. But I feel like ruining it for you.

WARNING: DON'T READ AHEAD IF YOU DON'T LIKE SPOILERS.

They never look into this. Noah isn't really dying, and nobody does anything about this or makes any comment about it beyond this point. I just wanted to warn you.

Okay, you can start reading again. Next chapter is Trent. This is going to be a fun one. If you don't review, my shadow will hunt you down and force you to listen to really bad Heavy Metal groups. Yup.