Here's my present to you guys on Christmas. I know it's a little bit short but here's where it starts getting good. I hope you like it! Next chapter coming up shortly!

It was now ten at night and nearly an hour since Darren fell asleep. Chris fell asleep two hours before Darren, being exhausted and needing to rest since his friends came to visit.

Everything was silent in Chris' trailer except for the soft snoring coming from Darren. He was sleeping like a baby for he also had a long day taking care of Chris.

Things weren't exactly the same in Chris' room. He was asleep alright but he was moving from side to side moaning almost as if he was in pain or having a bad dream.

The next few seconds clearly indicated that he was in distress for he woke up clutching his stomach as tiny droplets of sweat started forming on his forehead. A few hours ago Chris was feeling fine and right now he was feeling the exact opposite. The nausea feeling he had at the pit of his stomach was coming back to haunt him and he shivered as a chill went up his spine. Chris tried swallowing but it came right back up in his mouth. Oh no, he thought, this was the feeling he would get right before he was about to throw up.

Uncovering himself with his blanket, Chris slowly got out of bed, hand over his mouth. At this point, any sudden movement could expel anything that was in his stomach.

Just at that moment, Chris' stomach churned making him bend over on his knees. Chris knew what was coming to him but he didn't know if he would have enough time or energy to run to the bathroom to get sick. Plus he didn't want to wake up Darren and chances were he would if he raced to the bathroom.

Thankfully he found a trashcan next to his bed and grabbed it with trembling hands managing to throw up some of the contents in his stomach. Not much came out considering he ate plenty that day for a sick person. A bowl of soup, two whole peeled apples, a piece of dry toast and one of Lea's chocolate chips cookies; and this was only during his stay at his trailer with Darren! Thinking about all that food made his stomach churn again and he gripped the trashcan with his hands even harder after vomiting for the second time since he woke up. Just like the first time, not a lot came up, but just enough to make Chris feel the tiniest bit better.

Maybe Lea was right. Maybe I shouldn't have eaten that cookie, Chris thought to himself.

Chris moaned as he slumped near the leg of the bed, sitting on the floor, trashcan still in his lap. The smell was making him dizzy and he felt like he would pass out at any time.

Meanwhile, while Chris was suffering in his room, Darren was still asleep on the couch. Every now and then he would roll over on his other side because it was too warm for him on the other one.

Despite Darren being a moderately heavy sleeper, he was now starting to show signs of waking up. He felt like he was hearing noises in the distance; kind of like someone was retching. At first Darren was confused and a little bit scared because he didn't know where these noises were coming from. Seconds later, he immediately realized what was going on.

"Chris!" he said out loud as he quickly uncovered himself from the blankets he was wrapped in. He sprinted towards Chris' room making it there in record time.

Uh oh, what's gonna happen next? (Psst, the more reviews I get, the more it encourages me to write ;) )