Corny's POV

After I heard the front door close. I smashed my head against the wall.

"Oww," I yelped. My head was now bleeding. I groaned and walked in to my room. Pulling on a

t-shirt and old trousers. I quickly dried my hair, locked my flat ran down the stairs and knocked on Sam's door.

She came on the first knock. "Corny?" Sam asked looking at me then she noticed my head.

"Oh my god are you ok sweetie?"

Sweetie, SWEETIE OH MY GOD SHE CALLED ME SWEETIE! I thought to myself.

"Um well after you left I slipped in the bathroom and smashed my head against the sink," I lied.

"Oh well you better come in I'll take a look at it." She stood back from her door allowing me to enter. The smell of noodles hit me, then I felt really dizzy and then well I vomited all of her floor.

Sam ran and got a bowl for me. She put it under my mouth in case I was sick again and led me to her bathroom where I was sick some more in her toilet. Sam rubbed my back the whole time and didn't go all shrieky shrieky on me like other girls would.

After I had finished being sick I smiled at her weakly. "Sorry," I apoligized.

"It's ok honey," she replied I'll get you some water, see to your head and clean up the sick."

"Yeah I'm really sorry about that," I said flushing red. Sam patted my dampish hair

"Its ok," she said walking out the room. I put my hand up to my hair before I realized I wasn't wearing any hairspray! I groaned just as Sam walked back in with a med kit and water.

"Does it hurt bad?" she asked bending down and wiping the blood away.

"Sort of and I just realised I have no hairspray on," I whined. Sam laughed.

"By the looks of it Rob sorry I mean Corny you put way to much of the stuff on."

"I get Ultra Clutch whenever I want from the studio so why not use it?"

"Good point," Sam said laughing again then she stopped. "Oh god your going to need stitches."

"I'm not good with stitches," I mumbled "And I don't want to go up to the hospital."

"Well," She said still examining my head "I could do it I have all the proper stuff that I need."

"Really?" I asked "and it won't hurt?"

"Not much sweetie but your going to have to get up," Sam explained gentaly helping me up.

"I'll be sick," I said already heaving.

"Hence the bowl," she said tucking it under my chin and flushing the sick down the toilet. Sam steered me to her living room packed with brown cardboard boxes.

"Stay here while I get the things I need."

I started shaking as soon as she left the room. I hated needles plus I had to go on the show tomorrow. I groaned and tried to stand up I heaved again.

" I told you not to stand," Sam said walking back in the room. She laid me down on the Sofa and threaded the needle. "I need you to stay still now honey," she told me. Sam put the needle to my forhead as soon as it touched I blacked out.

I woke to see Sam smiling down at me. "W-what h-happened to m-me," I stumbled.

"You passed out Corny," she laughed covering me with a blanket and putting two pillows behind my head. "Thankfully long enough to let me finish and clean up the vomit." She walked over to her sink to wash up.

"But it will look so ugly when I'm on the show tommorrow," I wined "hopefully the-" I was cut off.

"No way are you dancing on that show of yours tomorrow."

"But I have to Sam It's not fair," I huffed. Sam grabbed a notebook wrote something on it and handed it to me. It said:

Doctor's Orders.

To Mr Corny Collins

No Jumping

No spinning

No lifting heavy stuff

No swimming

Make sure no Hairspray gets in the cut.

NO DANCING

Signed by Dr Samantha Jones

"What if it's better tomorrow?"

"Well if you feel dizzy or you are sick you MUST STOP dancing straight away but," she continued "You have to stay here tonight because if you stand you'll be sick."

"No really I fell much better," I said standing as soon as I did I grabbed to bowl and was sick.

"Idiot," she said rubbing my back again "I told you not to stand."