Look who's back! I know this has been a long wait. On the good side I'm done with my research project. On the bad side, I have another one to do :( So I'm just warning you guys because I might have slower updates in the future. I will inform you though when that will change. Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee

Warning: Maybe a little bit of language.

"Fuck," Darren muttered as Chris was now sprawled out on the bathroom floor.

Darren took immediate charge in checking Chris' pulse and trying to wake him up.

He found a pulse rate, which was pretty fast actually, but failed at attempting to wake him up.

At that, Darren ran back to the bedroom to pick up his cell phone and then raced back in the bathroom in which he dialed 911, not giving it any second thoughts.

At the first ring, Darren heard a voice talking to him.

"911, what is your emergency?"

"Hi I have a friend here who is unconscious and has been vomiting throughout the whole day. I think he passed out from dehydration," Darren finished his sentence out of breath.

"Where is your exact location?"

"Paramount Studios in Hollywood. We're at the side where all the trailers are located near stage 14."

There was a short pause and the operator came right back on.

"Ok, we're sending up an ambulance right now. How long has your friend been unconscious for?"

"About a minute; he has a pulse but it's very fast."

"Ok, a quick pulse is a sign of dehydration. Can you describe the condition your friend is in right now, other than being unconscious?"

"He's paler than normal, he appears to have dry, sunken eyes, and he has stopped sweating. His forehead is also very warm.

Another pause, Darren assumed that she was taking down notes. She came back within seconds though.

"If possible, can you pinch his skin for me on his hand then let it go and tell me what happens when you do that."

Confused, Darren did what he was instructed to do. Carefully, he pinched some of Chris' skin and then let it go, astonished by the result.

"Umm, his skin… took a while to sink back in. Isss… is tha-hat normal?"

"Yes, that means he's severely dehydrated."

"Oh, god what do I do! I don't know what to do! Please, please help him!" Darren was panicking now.

"Sir, I want you to calm down. An ambulance is on its way and it will be there as soon as possible. In the meantime, just try to keep him warm, apply some cool, wet cloths on his body, and DO NOT leave him alone."

Darren gulped but managed to let out a shaky "Ok"

"Alright, I'm going to hang up now hun. Just stay with your friend until the ambulance comes. It should be coming in shortly. Best of luck."

The lady closed the phone too quickly before Darren had the chance to say a thank you back. Must be a busy night, Darren thought.

Darren looked back at Chris lying in the same position on the floor as he was about two minutes ago before he had called the ambulance. He inspected Chris head to toe and as he did, tears filled up in his eyes. This wasn't supposed to happen. A little stomach virus couldn't turn into something like this, could it? From what he was told, Chris was fine this morning. Well maybe a little on the off side, but at least he was conscious and functional; right now he was neither!

Darren debated on whether to contact any of the other cast members, crew people, or directors. He figured his safest bet if he wanted to tell someone was a close friend; a cast member. He was too scared to call Ryan, especially at this time of the day. Hell, he was even scared to call any of his friends, frightened by what their reaction might be to hear about what happened to Chris. He didn't want to seem like a failure and even though it wasn't really his fault, Darren felt incredibly guilty and responsible for Chris' condition that he was in right now.

For the sake of caring and worrying, Darren took Chris' limp hand and held it in his for a good few seconds. He squeezed it tightly just before letting go. He then remembered what the lady told him on the phone about keeping Chris nice and cool.

He went to the sink and soaked up a cloth with cold water. After a few seconds, he took out the excess water and returned back to the floor where Chris was. He put it on Chris' forehead and rubbed it against it. As he was doing this, Chris slowly started moving his head. Darren was taken by surprise because he didn't know if he was the cause of this, or if Chris was doing this on his own. He let go of Chris' forehead for a minute and sat there motionless and breathless. The minute Chris started moving his head again, Darren took off the damp cloth from his head and let out his breath in a big puff. Darren couldn't believe his eyes but it really was Chris that was moving on his own!

"Oh god… oh, oh my god, Chris can you hear me?" Darren asked, both hands on Chris' shoulders.

Chris, still a bit unconscious and confused, slowly started moving parts of his body and his head was roaming around the room trying to figure out where he was. He tried lifting up his head to sit up straight but his body was much too weak for that yet.

"No, no, no lay back down. It's ok Chris, I'm here," Darren said as he helped Chris gently lay back on the bathroom floor and then brush back his hair back to feel the temperature of his forehead. Not surprisingly it was still warm.

Chris let out a soft moan as he turned his head to the side with his eyes half open. Darren noted that he looked miserable, but couldn't tell if it was from the pain or because he just regained consciousness; or both.

"Chris, buddy, are you in pain?"

"Hmm… Where….wherm I?" Chris asked, his face still tired and droopy.

"We are in the bathroom of your trailer. You passed out a few minutes ago, do you remember that?" Darren said as he petted his hair.

Instead of answering Darren's question, Chris started coughing. Darren immediately took charge and got Chris in a sitting position to prevent him from choking. He supported his back as Chris continued to cough and then a few seconds later started to dry heave. Darren grabbed a pink vomit tray that was placed on the sink and put it in front of Chris just in case anything came up. The only thing that came up was just small amounts of bile. Chris continued dry heaving for about one more minute. Nothing else came up though, due of the lack of food in his body.

"You're ok, you're ok," Darren said while patting his back. Deep down though, Darren knew that he wasn't ok.

God damn, where the hell is that ambulance!

Both Darren and Chris were now sitting on the bathroom floor. Darren was leaning against the bathroom drawers as he held Chris against him. Chris had his back facing Darren, head tilted back against his chest. He was making soft whimpering sounds and shivering like a scared little kitten.

Darren had to do everything in his will to not burst out crying. He did manage to shed a few tears though. While waiting and helping keep Chris calm, he kept on thinking on how things would turn out. What if Chris is diagnosed with something serious? If he is, what will happen to Kurt on the show? How am I going to tell the others about this? Who do I inform first?

Lost in thought, Darren thought he heard sirens in the distance. Turns out he was right because seconds later, he saw an ambulance through the window parked right outside of Chris' trailer.

GUYS! I am sooo sorry you had to wait this long! Senior year is pretty tough and it's even harder when you have senioritis :( So I hope you liked this chapter. Don't really know when the next one will be up yet. Also please review. I really do smile each time I get a new one :)