Hey guys! I came back very soon and with a long chapter just like I promised!

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee

Darren came back from the small kitchen station in Chris' trailer carrying a full glass of Gatorade and a toasted piece of bread with some jam on the side. He entered Chris' bedroom and put the toast on the counter while handing the glass to Chris.

"Alright, drink up buddy. It's good for you."

"Do I have to?"

"Yes. Trust me. When it comes to a stomach virus, Gatorade is like its own medicine. It has magical powers that will help solve all your problems and cure your sickness," Darren said with a wide smile on his face motioning for Chris to drink the liquid.

"Wow what can I tell you? That….. sounds very believable," Chris said with a smile on his face.

"That's because it is," Darren said with a chuckle.

"Yeah, nice try Darren, but I don't think I'm gonna get better anytime soon."

"Why do you say that?"

"I don't know….. I just feel that I'm not getting any better. I feel like I'm getting weaker instead of stronger…."

"Well Chris, you were only sick for a day. And it started this morning. Viruses can last to about a week!"

"What?"

"It's true. I had a friend that had it for a week. I had another that only had it for two days. So it depends."

"Well yeah, but I like never get sick and when I do it goes away fast. Right now I would be recovering and I'm showing no signs of improvement. I've never been this sick before….."

"Well you probably have never been this stressed out before either."

"Yeah…. I guess that's true."

"Well anyway I have faith in you. You're gonna get better. First step is to drink your Gatorade. Slowly though; as I was told by Cory…"

Chris rolled his eyes and shook his head as he remembered what had happened just a few hours ago. He took a small sip from his cup, testing to see if he felt alright. When nothing happened, he took another small sip then laid the cup back on the table Darren had brought next to him.

"Good?" Darren asked.

"Yeah"

"Alright do you wanna try to eat some toast? They say that light, dry foods are good for you when you're sick."

"Alright I guess I'll try some."

"Atta boy!"

Darren ripped a small piece of toast with no jam on it and handed it to Chris. Chris took the piece, examined it, and put it in his mouth; slowly chewing it and then swallowing it. Chris waited a few seconds before he nodded to Darren telling him that he'd have some more.

"I'm so proud of you Chris!"

"Don't jinx it. This is only my second bite," Chris smiled after he swallowed the second small piece of toast."

"Alright, alright. I'll praise you inside my head," Darren smiled.

After the second bite, Chris took a few more sips of Gatorade along with three more bites of his dry toast. Things were going well until Chris was hit with a wave of nausea.

"Oh God…."

"What? What is it?" Darren asked confused.

Chris didn't have time to answer though. He immediately jumped from his bed and ran to the bathroom, hand covering his mouth.

Darren followed him and found Chris on both of his knees on the bathroom floor vomiting up everything he just ate a few minutes ago. His face was pale and his forehead was beading with sweat. Darren quickly sat by his side; rubbing circles onto his back.

I spoke too soon, Darren thought as he kept on comforting Chris.

As Chris was finishing up, Darren got up to bring him a cold wet cloth for his forehead. When he came back, he found Chris lying on his back on the bathroom floor with his hands on his stomach. Darren crouched down to his level and put the cloth on his forehead.

"There, that feel a little bit better?" Darren asked like he would to a child.

Chris could only nod, feeling that if he spoke he would throw up again.

"Ok, it's ok Chris, I'm here. Don't worry…. Does anything hurt right now?"

Chris nodded closing his eyes for a while then opening them back up again.

"Really? What hurts?" Darren asked surprised.

Chris put his hands on his stomach and patted it very lightly.

"Really? Mind if I take a look?"

Chris shook his head and turned it to the side, closing his eyes.

Darren lifted Chris' t-shirt up to expose his flat pale stomach. He gently put his hands on the left side of Chris' tummy and pressed it very lightly. When nothing happened, he pressed it a little bit harder and Chris opened his eyes and made a soft moaning sound.

"That hurts?"

Chris nodded once again.

"How much does it hurt? And does it hurt when I'm not putting pressure on it?"

Chris took off the wet cloth from his forehead and nodded. Then he slowly sat up against the bathroom wall with the help of Darren explaining to him how he felt.

"Right now…it doesn't hurt that much… But it hurt a lot…when you…put pressure on it," Chris said weakly taking breaths between talking.

"Is this the first time you're experiencing this?"

Chris shook his head no as he crawled away from the bathroom wall and went towards the toilet to puke yet again. Darren was right behind him though, shaking his head worriedly and massaging Chris' back.

Damn it! I shouldn't have given him to eat any solids so soon. Why am I such an idiot?

Chris continued to vomit until there was nothing else to bring up. After that he was just coughing and dry heaving. When Darren assumed that Chris was done, he brought him some mouthwash. Chris took two mouthfuls altogether and then spit them back in the toilet. Darren flushed the toilet and put the seat down for Chris to rest his head on.

"Chris if you think you can handle it, do you want me to bring you some Pepto Bismol?"

Chris shook his head and murmured, "Not now," as he rested his head on the cool seat of the toilet.

"How bout later?"

Chris nodded and closed his eyes.

Darren went into Chris' bedroom to get the thermometer. He found it on the counter and quickly went back in the bathroom to take Chris' temperature. He kneeled down next to Chris and put the thermometer in his ear. Five seconds later Darren heard the beep and took the thermometer out to reveal the temperature.

"102.8," Darren whispered to himself.

He sighed, "God, his temperature just keeps on getting worse and worse."

He put the thermometer back in its case and placed it on the bathroom sink.

I need to give him some Tylenol but how am I going to do that if he can't keep anything down? Darren thought to himself.

Darren mentally slapped himself in the face. Why did he ever agree to take care of Chris when he was failing so miserably at it? Now Cory would come back and find Chris even sicker than before. He would humiliate himself! Even worse, Chris wouldn't end up getting better. Darren had a mission and that was to help Chris get better. If he wanted to fix things he had to think and act fast.

Sorry cliff hanger at the end! Not too big though. Hope you guys are liking it so far! Please comment :)