This is probably the longest chapter (well actually it is the longest chapter) in my whole entire story so far. I apologize for the wait. I've been busy with school work and just life in general. I hope this long chapter makes it up for the long wait though! Hope you enjoy!

"CUT!" Ryan shouted. Ryan had a feeling this would happen. And he was right because Chris was now lying on the floor unconscious and looking paler than ever.

The music stopped and everyone stopped dancing and quickly rushed over by Chris's side. You could hear everyone murmuring and some people even looked like they were about to cry.

Ryan quickly got out of his chair and headed towards the big group that was surrounding Chris on the floor. "Is he breathing?"

Lea positioned herself in front of Chris and got down on her knees to listen and spot a rise in Chris's chest. She saw a very slow and light movement of his chest going up and down and also heard him breathing very quietly. "Yes but you can hardly tell." Lea answered.

"Guys let me through, I need to see him and also someone check his pulse for me."

Many hands tried to grab to find a pulse but that one that succeeded and was the fastest was Amber's hand. "I got this guys."

"Should we call an ambulance?" Jenna asked.

"Well let's see if he even has a pulse. And give him some time to regain consciousness. It should take him about one to two minutes. If he doesn't start waking up around then, then we will call for help." Ryan responded.

Amber took Chris's thin wrist in her hand and flipped it over to find a pulse. She put her two fingers on a vein and concentrated hard on feeling a pulse. She held her breath and prayed to find one. It took her thirty seconds before she finally found it and she happily announced it to everyone. "I found a pulse!"

Everyone sighed in relief.

"Oh thank God!" Lea exclaimed.

"Ok guys we need to get him off the floor. Someone carry him to that couch." Ryan said.

People started fighting on who was going to carry him.

"Guys this is no time to fight. Stop! And plus I got him." Mark said in a kind of angry tone.

Mark put one hand under Chris's knees and the other on his upper back and lifted him easily off the floor. Mark frowned as he picked up Chris. God he's so light. He thought. He didn't remember Chris being this light at the beginning of season 1 when he had to lift him up to throw him in a trashcan. But even back then he was light. Now he was just, lighter. Mark's eyebrows scrunched together in confusion but he suddenly stopped thinking about it when he came to a stop and laid Chris on the couch.

Everyone had followed Mark, including Ryan, and they were now waiting for instructions from Ryan on what to do next.

"Guys take off his belt and loosen any tight clothing that he has. I'm gonna go and get a wet cloth. I'll be right back."

Everyone followed Ryan's instructions and helped Chris loosen up his clothing. They untied his tie, took out his belt, and took off his jacket which only left him with his pants and his t-shirt. After taking off his jacket, they saw Chris slightly move. A few minutes later his eyes began to slowly open.

"Look guys, he's regaining consciousness!" Heather pointed at Chris.

Everyone looked so relieved and excited. They were all so happy that he was waking up.

"That's a good sign. I was starting to get really worried." Amber said.

At that time Ryan came in with the wet wash cloth. Everyone turned around to see him. They all announced happily how Chris was starting to regain consciousness.

"Really?" Ryan's eyebrows went up and he looked surprised. "That's excellent news!"

He rushed over by Chris who had his eyes half open looking very confused and dizzy. He sat next to him on the couch.

"Hey buddy how are you doing?" Ryan asked as he felt Chris's forehead and put the wet cloth on it.

Chris responded by giving a weak cough. A few coughs then turned into many more.

"Chris you ok?"

Chris slowly got into a sitting position but his coughing didn't stop. Everyone looked at him with concerned eyes and Ryan took the wet cloth off his head before it fell off.

Ryan noticed how his coughing wouldn't stop and he patted his back to prevent him from choking.

Chris still continued to cough. Then all of a sudden he made this retching noise from the back of his throat.

"Oh my God he's gonna be sick!" Amber looked like she was about to cry and more worried than ever.

"Quick someone get a trashcan!" Ryan called out as he supported Chris.

Mark ran as fast as he could, grabbed a trashcan, quickly brought it over to where Chris and Ryan were sitting and put it right in front of Chris.

"Everyone out of the way!" Mark yelled.

Everyone rushed out of his way; scared that they would be trampled if they didn't make it out on time.

Chris clutched the trashcan hard with both of his hands, head over it, and threw up violently. His retching echoed throughout the trashcan and Ryan was there rubbing his back, sorrow in his eyes. Everyone else was just standing there horror struck.

"Guys give him some room. Don't crowd him" Ryan said.

Some people went to sit back down, others just stood there watching Chris empty out the small amount of contents in his stomach, fear in their eyes.

"I'm gonna go get him some water. Someone sit here and comfort him."

Immediately both Lea and Amber sat down between him. Dianna knelt beside him rubbing his knee.

"It's ok sweetie, let it all out. You'll feel better." Lea said as she rubbed his back.

Chris moaned and once again vomited whatever he had left in his stomach.

Amber held his hand and he squeezed it as hard as he could (which was not hard at all) in order to take away some of the pain.

When Chris was finally done, he laid his back on the couch sitting upright. He put his hand on his stomach making small whimper sounds.

Lea hugged him, while Amber rubbed his back, checking for a fever, and Dianna rubbed his knee while saying comforting words to him.

"Sweetie, would you like some saltine crackers? They have some in the kitchen." Dianna asked.

Chris's stomach churned at the thought of food. He didn't think his stomach could handle anything right now; especially food.

He shook his head weakly and Dianna smiled apologetically at him.

"Ok, I'll get you some later then."

They all saw Ryan coming back with a glass of water and his thermometer.

"How's he doing guys?"

"Well he threw up again; but not as much as last time. Also I think his fever is rising up again." Amber said.

"Poor guy; he's been through so much today." Ryan said.

"Yeah, when I woke him up today I automatically knew that something was wrong with him. He wasn't himself and he really did look sick." Amber said.

Ryan turned on the thermometer and put it in Chris's ear. Once he heard the beeping noise he took it out and read it.

"Ooohh, this isn't good at all." Ryan said shaking his head and looking disappointed.

"What does the thermometer read?" Lea spoke up.

"It reads exactly 102˚F. This morning he had a temperature of 101.3˚F."

"Oh my God, should we take him to the hospital?" Lea asked in a very worried tone.

"Well I don't think a fever of 102˚F is severe enough to take him to the hospital. In fact it's pretty normal with his conditions. It is pretty high though. If it starts rising higher and he's not showing any signs of improvement we can take him to the hospital."

Ryan put the wet cloth back on Chris's head and made him drink some water. He didn't want Chris getting more dehydrated than he already was which would end up with even more problems.

"Here Chris, drink this. But slowly."

Ryan held the cup up in front of him and slowly poured it in his mouth. He watched the boy with solemn eyes and prayed for him to get better soon.