DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Sisters Grimm.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thanks to iizninja for helping me fluff up my story.

Sabrina Grimm gets sick Chapter 2
*Sabrina's POV*

When I woke up, I felt worse. Puck was there, and he was looking at me with a concerned look on his face. I couldn't figure out why he was looking at me like that or, why he was there.

I awkwardly tried to sit up, narrowing me eyes at the fairy. "Puck?"

"Yes, Sabrina" he said in a nice voice. Puck was never nice. Either I was dying or he was having a case of dissociative identity.

"Why are you here?" I bit out through clenched teeth. My head was spinning, making the room blurry, and I could just barely make out the sardonic smirk on his face.

"To take care of you."

I paused, a frown setting on my lips and my fevered brow furrowing. There was no way I heard that correctly. I must've been sicker than I thought... Cautiously I looked up at him, trying to focus my eyes. "Why?"

"Because," he said, a condescending tone filling his voice, "You are sick."

Logical, but not very sensical. "Oh..." was all I could say before the spinning became too much and I had to lay back on my bed. "Puck?"

"Yes, Sabrina?" His voice was nice again, but I didn't have time to worry about why. My eyes closed tightly, fever making me shiver.

"Could you please get me a bucket? I don't feel so good."

"Okay," he said after a moment of hesitation. His hand awkwardly patted my arm, "You try and go back to sleep, okay?"

His attempt at mothering me was pitiful enough for a slight smile to tug at the corner of my mouth. "Okay."

As soon as he left, I was out like a light.

*Puck's POV*

So Grimm had me running errands for her now. If she hadn't looked so sick, I would have said no. She looked terrible. She was really pale, except for her cheeks which were flushed bright pink. She also looked really tired. When I came back with the barf bucket, she was sleeping again. She looked peaceful, but also sick.

I wasn't feeling too good either and I decided that if I still felt like this in the morning, I would go tell the old lady. I was really tired too, so I laid down on the floor and went to sleep.

*Sabrina's POV*

When I woke up, I needed to barf. I saw the bucket on the floor and I grabbed it just in time. When I was done puking, I noticed that Puck wasn't in his chair. He was curled upon the floor holding his right side and sleeping.

I felt worse than I did yesterday, so I decided that I would go talk to Granny Relda about it.

I blindly walked down the steps, my fingers gripping the railing hard enough to make my knuckles turn white. "Granny Relda?" I called, wincing. Yelling made the pain in my abdomen intensify.

"Yeah 'Brina?" Different voice. Male, familiar tambour, weighed down with concern.

My brow furrowed and I looked up at the man sitting at the table. "Uncle Jake?"

"You got it." He gave me a weak smile, moving away from the family journal he'd been reading to walk to me.

"Oh… Where is Granny Relda?"

"She had to go out and work on a mystery," he said, placing the back of his hand to my forehead. That made sense, the situation with the Everafters must have been getting worse. Still, coherent thoughts weren't coming as easily as they should have.

All I could muster was another:"Oh" before I gripped my side in pain.

His brow raised, concern filling his blue eyes. "What do you need?"

"It's just that I haven't felt good for days, and now I think that Puck has the same thing that I do," I said, remembering how fevered he'd looked. Everafters didn't get sick, and I knew what I had wasn't contagious, so it looked like there was another mystery in play.

"Hmmm…" Jake must've thought the same thing. He eyed me carefully, "How do you feel sick?"

"There is a pain in my right side, I keep throwing up and I have a really bad headache."

"I see. I want you to go back upstairs and wake up Puck. Then I want you both to sit on the bed. I am going to be up in a minute. I just want to call Granny to be sure," the wheels were spinning in his head. I could tell by the way he ran his hand through his hair and pinched the bridge of his crooked nose.

My head swam. Laying down sounded pretty good. "Okay, Uncle Jake."

I started walking back upstairs when my knees buckled. I collapsed onto the floor, a loud thud shocking through my legs. Uncle Jake rushed over, his hand gripping my shoulder and bracing me tightly.

He brushed my hair out of my face, holding my chin to force me to make eye contact, "Do you need help going up the stairs?" He let a small, shaken smile touch his lips.

I nodded with a blush creeping to my cheeks, "Yes, please."

And he had to help me get back to my room. When I got there he went back downstairs leaving me to wake up Puck.

I knelt down next to him, slipping his messy hair behind his ear and feeling heat radiate off of his forhead. I shook him slightly and he didn't stir. Panic starting to sneak up in my mind, I shook him harder."Hey, Fairyboy, get up!"

He groaned, his brow creasing as he rolled over away from me, "Two more minutes."

I rolled my eyes, relieved that he was more or less okay. "Get up NOW"

"I'm up, I'm up," He groaned. Puck's hand went to his side briefly, the corner of his eyes crinkling in pain for just a split second, before brushing away and letting his pride hide his sickness.

"Good," I nodded, feeling woozy. "Now we are supposed to sit on the bed."

"Fine."

And so we sat upon the bed and waited. After a few minutes, I laid down. After what seemed like forever, Uncle Jake came in.

"Okay, we are going to the Hospital. Get a pair of pajamas, a stuffed animal, your toothbrush and let's go."

When I tried to stand, I couldn't, Uncle Jake rushed over.

I must've looked pale because he pushed me back, gently, onto the bed. "Okay 'Brina, where are the things that you want?"

"I am wearing the pajamas, the stuffed animals are right here, and my toothbrush is in the bathroom. It's red."

"Okay," he looked over his shoulder to the boy who had moved from the bed to make room for Jake and was leaning on the wall. "Puck, could you please go get Sabrina's toothbrush? Sabrina, can you grab your stuffed animals? I am going to carry you outside."

I glanced up at Puck. He didn't look good; his face was pale, lips chapped, and his legs were slightly shaky causing his stance to sway. His fingers clamped onto his side before he slipped out of the room to do what he'd been told, not glancing back at me and sending a pinch of worry through my mind.

I looked at Jake and nodded, "Okay"

So I grabbed what I needed and Uncle Jake Picked me up and carried me outside. I had expected to find the "car" but instead, there was a limo.