Guys! Thanks so much for all the wonderful reviews! I hope you all had a great Christmas and a Happy New Year! And now as promised, here's the next chapter! :D

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Darren nearly tripped on his own two feet trying to get to Chris' room as fast as he could. He did manage to hit his right foot on the slightly open bathroom door he ran by. It did hurt and sting him a little but Darren ignored it completely making Chris his first priority.

As soon as Darren reached the door to Chris' room, he opened it immediately to see a helpless Chris on the floor slumped against his bed with a trashcan in his lap.

Darren cursed under his breath and looked at Chris with sorrow in his eyes. Chris looked back at him with fear and weakness.

Darren walked over to Chris crouching down to his level and sat next to him. Just by sitting next to him, Darren could tell that the sick boy was radiating heat from his skin and if that wasn't enough, he was also shivering. He put the back of his hand on Chris' forehead to check for a fever and not surprisingly, his temperature had gone up.

"How long have you been up for?" Darren asked worriedly

Chris put up both of his hands with all ten fingers up to indicate that he'd been up for ten minutes.

Darren got up for a moment to get the thermometer off the counter and then sat back down to put it in Chris' ear. The thermometer beeped and it read 101.7.

Darren shook his head as he closed the thermometer and placed it right next to him noting that he might need to use it later.

As he was doing this, a small whimper of pain escaped Chris' mouth. He gripped and hugged the trashcan closer to him while shutting his eyes and taking a deep breath through his nose.

Darren moved in closer to help comfort Chris.

"You ok? Do you feel like you're gonna throw up?

Chris tried to reply but he broke off into a harsh coughing fit. At this point, he was coughing so hard that he even managed to throw up a little more from what he previously ate.

I guess my question was answered, Darren thought to himself while patting Chris on the back.

Darren got up again to get Chris a cup of water. He gave it to Chris while checking his cell phone for the time. His phone read 10:23 pm.

Chris slowly drank the water out of the cup and after finishing it, he gave it back to Darren, another moan escaping him.

"Hey buddy it's ok. Everything's gonna be alright. Here let me take this trashcan out of your lap. Maybe it will make you less nauseous," Darren said while taking away the trashcan from Chris' lap and putting it aside.

"Tell me what hurts Chris," Darren asked in a comforting manner.

Chris put his hand on his stomach then his head. Darren took that hand and held it with his hands squeezing it lightly.

"They both still hurt huh?"

Chris nodded his head weakly letting out a small gag.

"I know it hurts now but pretty soon you will defeat this virus. You have to stay strong though even if it means throwing up. I know you may not want to right now but after, it will make you feel a lot better."

Just at that moment Chris' stomach churned. Darren must have seen the change in his face because he already had the trashcan under him before he could even ask. Five seconds later Chris vomited violently, and it took the air right out of him. He could hardly breathe. He was gasping for air when his body finally allowed him to.

"Deep breaths Chris," Darren encouraged him, rubbing his back as he placed the trashcan away from him.

Darren continued to rub his back soothingly until more moans were heard from Chris.

"What is it sweetheart?"

All Darren had to do was look at Chris' face and realize what was going to happen next. This forced him to grab the trashcan next to him and hold it under Chris as he threw up again and then gagged painfully afterwards.

"It's ok….it's ok," Darren whispered hopefully although he looked sad with hurt in his eyes. He rubbed Chris' back and held him closer to him, listening to his fast breathing and heartbeat.

Once again Darren went to go fill up the cup of water. He was determined to not get Chris dehydrated and right now Chris was on the verge of getting an IV drip put into him. He also took the trashcan with him to empty it out on his way to the kitchen and gave Chris a bucket as a replacement just in case he threw up again while he was gone.

In the kitchen, Darren re-filled up the cup of water, took care of the vomit filled trashcan, and remembered to grab some Pepto Bismol. He hurried back to Chris' room seconds later carrying all the stuff with him.

First thing he checked when he came back was the bucket and he was glad to see that it was empty. After he did that, he gave the water to Chris telling him to drink enough but not too much.

"Drink plenty of water Chris but stop when you've had enough. I know you can get better."

Chris slowly sipped at the water until he could drink no more. He then gave it back to Darren who put it on the small end table near Chris' bed.

Chris hiccupped several times, one of them causing some bile to rise up to his throat. He touched his throat in fear of losing the small amount of liquid he had just consumed.

Darren looked at Chris with concern. He was now hyperventilating, his eyes closed, willing himself and his body not to throw up again.

"Chris what's the matter?" Darren asked with his hand on Chris' shoulder, fear also in his eyes.

Groaning Chris rolled over, his hands immediately holding his stomach. The greenish tinge on Chris' face was the signal for Darren to quickly grab the bucket from the floor and run to Chris' other side where he was now facing. Chris saw the bucket and immediately hurled primarily clear liquid into it.

Shit! Why is it every time I say some comforting words something bad has to happen? Why can't it be reversed? Darren thought to himself.

Still clutching his stomach, Chris grabbed onto Darren's shoulder to support himself as he kept on retching; even though Darren didn't think it was possible for such a tiny person to be able to throw up so much.

"It's ok….It's alright. The worst part is over." Or at least I think it is, Darren thought while comforting a scared and shivering Chris curled up in his lap.

"Here sweetie, you need to take some medicine," Darren said as he handed Chris a small disposable medicine cup which contained 30ml of Pepto Bismol.

Chris took a sip of it and made a small moan.

"I know it tastes bad but maybe it can let you get some rest instead of staying up all night puking your guts up."

Chris proceeded to drink in very small sips, cringing at the taste as it went down his throat.

"That's it, good job Chris. Take your time; we don't want it coming back up."

Chris finished the medicine and was given a cup of water to get rid of the taste. He only took one sip though and then he gave it back to Darren.

Darren took another look at his phone for the time. This time it read 11:37pm.

Wow, a whole hour of puking. I feel so sorry for him, Darren thought as he pressed a cold damp cloth on Chris' forehead and lifted him up from his lap onto his bed.

Chris flopped down in bed still feeling weak and dizzy. The medicine was making him drowsy and he was beginning to close his eyes. Darren scooted Chris over just a bit to make room for himself so he could sleep next to Chris. He wanted to be with Chris at all times just in case anything else happened.

Before Darren went to bed, he cleaned up a little, which included washing the bucket Chris used earlier. He then washed his hands and returned back to bed with Chris. Before falling asleep, Darren kissed Chris on his forehead and whispered "I love you" to him in his ear.

Now before you guys get excited, that I love you that Darren said to Chris was "I love you like a friend" not as in "I love you like a boyfriend." Right now I just want them to be friends and obviously Darren really cares about Chris and he really hates to see him suffer so I guess he had the urge to say I love you. He thought that maybe that would help in some way. But we'll see….. :)