"What the hell are we doing, sitting here crying like a bunch of pathetic babies? Our best friend is probably going to die in a few hours, and we're sitting here crying? We should go do something useful, like help Jonas and Liz, and get food." I shouted.

"Who says you aren't smart, Zach?" Macey said, getting up and wiping her eyes.

"No one." I smirked.

Zach's POV

Bex and Grant went out to get some burgers, and Macey, Tristan and I went over to see how Liz and Jonas were doing. Liz's hands were trembling and she had to wipe tears off of her cheeks every few seconds.

"Here, Lizzie. I'll help." Macey said gently, taking Liz's materials from her. Macey put on gloves and looked at the poison under a microscope.

"I don't recognize it. It must be a new formula, or something." Jonas sighed.

I grimaced. "Let me see. Maybe I'll recognize it." I offered.

I didn't.

I glanced over at the pages and pages of notes Liz and Jonas had scrawled out in messy handwriting, but none of it fit together. The antidote had to be the opposite of the poison, but not strong enough to kill Cammie, but strong enough to kill the poison inside of her...

"Well, maybe we don't have to make an antidote. Wouldn't it be easier, and quicker, to figure out a way to somehow get the poison out of her body?" Tristan suggested.

"Well, it's already in her blood stream. How are we going to remove it without removing all of her blood as well?" Liz said. I could practically see the gears turning in her brain.

Bex and Grant came back with the food, and we each took a burger. We brainstormed while we ate, and it was extremely hard not to give up every time another hour passed, and we came up with nothing. Cammie kept whimpering from the bed, and it broke my heart.

Liz's POV

Poison. Cam was poisoned. Tristan was right: it was going to be impossible to come up with an antidote in time. It could take months-maybe even years. I knew Cammie didn't have that much life left in her.

Her hands were clammy and her skin was extremely pale. Her thrashing stopped-probably meaning that she didn't have any strength left to thrash around in fear anymore.

Something to remove the poison out of her blood without her blood being removed with it...

I racked my brain for anything that would help. I knew Jonas was thinking as hard as I was. Two hours ticked by and Cammie's breathing stopped once in a while. Zach had to give her CPR, and every time her breathing started again we all breathed out a sigh in relief. After the fourth time Zach had to do this, he was getting tired of it.

"Damn it!" He punched a wall, and he kind of made a hole. I jumped, staring at him with my wide blue eyes.

"Zach. Calm down." Grant said. But his eyes were glazed over, and his voice was monotone.

"How do you expect me to calm down? You want me to calm the fuck down? If Bex was there lying on that bed, you would be as angry as I am right now!" Zach shouted. His fists were clenched and his face was red.

If Cam were here she would calm him down. She was the only one who could get him to calm down whenever he was in one of his 'fits', as we like to call it.

Back at Gallagher Academy, Zach was so angry he could probably knock a tree down. It was town day, and some guy had pushed Cammie down to the floor and called her a 'slut' and many other bad things. Zach then beat the poor guy to a pulp, and he was literally shaking with fury. Cammie had to lead him to a bench and hold his hand, making him take deep breaths.

It was actually quite funny.

But he let her in, and she calmed him down. And from that day on, the only person who approached Zach when he was angry was Cam, because she was the only person he would never, ever hurt.

Suddenly, Jonas jumped up.

"I've got it!" he exclaimed.

"What?" Bex asked. Her eyes were lit up like a little kid on Christmas morning.

"I have this medicine, where if you take it, it makes you barf up everything bad in your bloodstream! She might barf up a little blood, too, but not enough to harm her! It's stronger than normal medicine, so it would be harmful to take it unless you were about to die." He said, rambling, looking through his bag and pulling out bottles, then deciding it wasn't the right one and tossing it over his shoulder.

"Pleasant." Macey said sarcastically.

Jonas finally found it.

"Erm, we might wanna take her to the bathroom.." Grant suggested.

"Good point. Let's go." I stood up. Zach scooped Cammie up and she sobbed a little.

Everybody exchanged worried glances, and we hurried.

We swiftly made our way to the bathroom, and Jonas tipped the sticky, yellow medicine down her throat. Two minutes and eighteen seconds passed, and Cammie's eyes shot open and she coughed deeply.

"Cammie." We heard Zach breath a large sigh of happiness and relief.

A happiness so strong that I almost laughed out loud overcame me.

"I think I'm gonna-" Cammie gagged. Her voice was thick and rough, scratchy.

"Toilet!" Bex exclaimed, lifting up the toilet seat and helping Cammie sit up. She kept her head about the toilet, and she was gagging and breathing really deeply.

"It's okay, love. Go ahead and throw up, it'll make you better." Zach murmured. Macey quickly tied Cammie's hair up in a bun.

Always thinking ahead, that one. I rolled my eyes but smiled at Macey's Macey-ness.

Let's just say that the next 15 minutes weren't exactly pleasant.

But I won't go into details.

"Okay." Cammie was panting really hard, and there was some blood dribbling down her chin. "I think I'm-" she barfed again.

"Guess not," Bex muttered.

"Just kidding. Now I'm good." Cammie said. She shakily tried to stand up, and Zach kept his hand underneath her elbow so she wouldn't fall over.

I quickly shut the toilet lid and flushed. Tristan sprayed cucumber-melon air freshener everywhere. Cammie was brushing her teeth, and after she used mouthwash, and then she washed her face.

"So," Cammie said. She was back on the bed now, and Jonas was making her soup. "I'm extremely confused. Was...what happened to me?"

Zach was sitting next to her, holding her hand, the haunted, hollow look gone from his eyes now. He wouldn't let go of her, and a slight smile was tugging at his lips. Bex and Macey and I were sitting across from then, and Tristan and Grant were standing on either side of the bed.

I heard the microwave beep and Jonas came back with the soup.

"Mmmm. Canned chicken noodle soup. My favorite." Cammie smiled. She ate lightly, not wanting to barf again.

"Let's start with the poison," I said.