A/N: Well, here you guys go. Chapter...9? I think whatever letter 'I' comes in in the alphabet. I personally, hate this chapter I think it's my least favorite so far, but when I wrote this it was like...2 am and I couldn't sleep, so I decided to knock this chappie out, so it lacks the amazing-ness I promised ya'll. R&R and try to enjoy. Haha.

~ApPeAl2rEaSoN

Infirmary:

(Chef's POV)

Chris was such a damn idiot. A trust challenge, really? Trust and a bunch of stubborn teens meant injuries, which meant I would actually have to do some work for once, and last time I checked...that wasn't part of the deal.

It was during the middle of the second challenge when I realised I would be working my ass off today. The dumb blonde girl had cooked some kind of Fugu...whatever for the even dumber guitar playin' fool. I guess it was his own fault for trusting a brainless monkey. After the first bite of the undercooked, poisonous fish covered in ketchup he seemed fine when only teasing with the others by screaming in pain and fear. Smart ass...

It was only once he took the second bite really letting the fish sink in when it hit him. No matter where you stood in the room you couldn't avoid the sound of his stomach rumbling sickly, hearing him groan in pain, watching him turn green right before your eyes, and passing out on to the floor. Chris and I looked at each other and shrugged before we decided to walked over to him to see if he was still breathing. We got a good look at him, and boy it wasn't pretty. The kid was covered in his own barf making me want to hurl chunks as well. It was disgusting.

"Ohh, gross." Chris said cringing.

"Is anyone going to help this poor dude?" The cowboy asked worried.

"Yeah, is anyone going to help him, Chef?" Chris asked grinning at me. I sighed and rolled my eyes before I picked the weakling off the ground, throwing him over my shoulder, and carrying him off to the medical tent.

Once in the infirmary, I threw the sick looking boy on the bed as I moved over to a nearby counter, pulling out a large syringe, and walking back over to him preparing to penetrate his arm with it. I managed to hear him mutter a cry before the real pain began.

As soon as I finished up with the first of the weaklings another one had arrived. This time to be the bossy brunette girl.

"I think she has a concussion." Her friend, the smarter blonde said carrying her into the infirmary, and lying her on a bed. "She got hit in the head with an apple." I raised an eyebrow at her. "I don't know how it happened either..." She told me.

"Whatever." I mumbled.

"Um, okay..." She trailed off before leaving the tent.

I walked over to the bossy girl examining a large swelling bump on her head. Annoyed, I sighed before walking over to a cabinet, retrieving some gauze, and wrapping her head with it.

"No good, cheap, pathetic, lousy excuse for a host. The shit I put up with to get this job." I mumbled through the whole process. As soon as this show was over I think I'm going to look for a real job.

The third and thankfully final victim of torture was the tall Asian girl who stormed down here herself with a jellyfish attached to most of her body.

"Lindsay's such a god damn-OW!" She screamed as the jellyfish shocked her. "Stupid stinging jellyfish." she mumbled laying on the bed net to the brunette who had now gained consciousness. "Do you have anything for removing jellyfish?" She asked. I nodded my head before fishing out some creme out of a drawer. I gave it to her not even receiving a 'thank you.' Ungrateful little brat...

Once the brunette and the Asian had managed to pull themselves together and leave the tent on their own I checked on the guitar player who still wasn't looking too good. Chris had came by to 'check on everyone,' but I knew he was just making sure I covered for his ass, so he wouldn't be sued. He then told me to meet him a the dock to announce the winners of today's challenge, but didn't leave until he showed me the 'uniform' I'd be wearing, which was actually a sleazy nurses uniform.

"There is no way in hell that I'm wearing that Chris man." I told him folding my arms across my chest.

"Oh yes you are. Remember Chef, I'm your boss." He grinned.

I stubbornly snatched the outfit out of his hands and ordered him out not wanting to see his face again. After putting on the ridiculous get-up and strapping the green kid to a wheel chair I wheeled him down to the dock to only be laughed at by other the other rotten teenagers. I sighed I should get paid more for tolerating this shit...

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