Author's Notes: Possible multi-chapter fanfic, depends on how much it is enjoyed. A story that shows the small trivial matters of a relationship are sometimes the best.

Disclaimer: Not Josh Schwartz here. Inspired by surrendersomething's "Steal The Covers"

Sandy Cohen couldn't figure out what was wrong. He was never sick. The last time he remembered being sick was when he was child, hell his dad might have still been around the last time he was sick. He just felt overheated and his stomach ached. He was pissed at his body for choosing today to be sick. He was supposed to hang out with Kirsten tonight after she got off of work. He wanted to take her out to a nicer dinner then usual. He had been saving up some of his paychecks and thought he could afford a dinner at the same kind of restaurants she was use to back home. Of course his girlfriend Kirsten Nichol had told him again and again that she didn't need all the wining and dining done in Orange County. She loved Sandy's dates better then he knew, but Sandy thought the best girlfriend deserved the best. He mostly wanted to take her someplace nice so he could finally tell her he loved her. She was absolutely perfect; beautiful, smart, funny and he was head over heels in love with her. He had never felt that way with anyone and he was ready to tell her. He just hoped she loved him back, he wasn't so sure of her feeling towards him and well it made him a little nervous.

Kirsten Nichol unlocked the door to his boyfriend's apartment. He had given her a key a few weeks ago so she could come and go as she pleased. He wanted her to feel comfortable at his home. The moment she walked in she smiled at her boyfriend, sitting at his kitchen table. Although she would never tell Sandy, Paul and Olivia had been talking about some big fancy date Sandy was planning to take her on, and based on his recent mysteriousness over their date, she assumed it must be today. It was also a dead give away, seeing Sandy, a usually very casual man, dressed in a button up shirt and dark dress pant. Kirsten smiled to herself, because he looked so sexy to her right then.

"Hello there handsome" she said and as she walked over to him and planted a kiss to his lips, sitting down beside him.

"Hi beautiful, are you ready to go?" he said slow and calmly, he was starting to feel a little dizzy and was trying to play it off. Kirsten noticed immediately, as well as the paleness of his face and the unfamiliar taste from his kiss.

"Not until you tell me what's wrong?" Sandy was amazed. She knew him well.

"I'm fine baby, just feeling a little off"

"It's more then that Sandy, talk to me honey, you can tell me anything," she said gently reaching for his hand.

"I feel sick I guess, I'm sure I'm fine. I just… threw up a bit ago and can't seem to get the taste out of my mouth, and my stomach hurts"

"Maybe you should get in the bed, and get some rest" She placed the back of her hand to his forehead, "On second thought, grab a shower too, you are burning up sweetie"

"What about our date?" Sandy exclaimed. He didn't want Kirsten to have to give up her Friday night because her boyfriend had some stupid cold.

"We can reschedule, it's no big deal. I'm not taking you out when you are sick"

"But Kir…."

"No buts Mister. Go upstairs and get a shower, and get to bed. I'll come join you soon. I'll just run over to my dorm and get some clothes okay. I'll be back in 15 minutes" She pressed her soft lips to his forehead, and headed out the front door again.

Sandy ran a bit of a cold shower to help him cool down. His head felt a bit better, but the searing pain in his stomach only seemed to get worse. As did the nausea and once again he was hugging the toilet down. After brushing his teeth for the 5th time that evening, he swished around a cup of mouthwash. Kirsten sure as hell won't kiss him if his breath had a putrid aftertaste. He pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt and tucked himself into bed, waiting for Kirsten to return.

Kirsten came into the apartment, carrying her duffel bag and a six-pack of ginger ale, that she placed into the fridge. She went up to Sandy's room, and entered it quietly. That's where she found Sandy in his pajamas at his desk holding on to his side tightly.

"Baby, are you okay?" She run over to him noticing his sweaty forehead, and the look of fear and discomfort etched in his eyes.

"Kirsten, it really hurts. I…I… don't know what's wrong… but I just can't sleep with this." He felt a bit of relief when he saw her come into his room but he was still in a heap of pain. He hated looking so weak and helpless in front of her but he couldn't shake this pain.

"Hey baby, listen to me." She ran his finger through his mop of black hair, knowing that usually calmed him. "I'm going to take you to the hospital because you are in a lot of pain and I don't know what I can do." She went over to his closet and packed in some of his clothes into her duffel bag, before she grabbed his keys off his desk and they walked down to his car.

Sandy was rushed into the emergency room, and Kirsten had to wait in the lobby, the nurse at the dash needed Kirsten to help identify Sandy so they could help find his medical records. They won't let her go see him or tell her what was going on because she wasn't family. She sat all alone, in the emergency room lobby, wondering if he was okay. Wondering if she would very be able to tell him she loved him.

Sandy had been gone six hours, and it was well past midnight. She had been through two cups of coffee, waiting for something to happen. She noticed that after she came back from her second coffee run, the nurses had done a shift change. This was her chance, she ran over to the desk.

"Hi my fiancé was checked in a few hours ago I wanted to know what was going on with him. His name is Sanford Cohen. C-O-H-E-N."

"Looks like he is just coming out of surgery I'll send the doctor out in a moment, Ms…"

"Nichol. Kirsten Nichol" She sat down pleased to know that she would know something soon. But what kind of surgery did Sandy need?

"Ms. Nichol?" A man dressed in a white lab coat called with his clipboard in his hand. A nametag introduction him as Dr. Michael Lang. Kirsten got up and rushed over to him.

"How is Sandy?" she asked immediately.

"He is doing better now, I'll take you to him now. His appendix was about to burst and he was brought in at the right time. He was in surgery for a bit, but everything went smoothly, and he will make a full recovery. We plan to keep him overnight for observation but he should go home tomorrow afternoon." He stopped outside a closed room.

"Thank you so much" Kirsten said and she went inside the room. She found Sandy propped up on a bed, a huge smile on his face when he saw her come through. She immediately pulled him into a hug and placed a few soft kisses to his lips.

"I'm so glad you are okay baby. I was so worried" She sat down next to him and laced their fingers together.

"Me too. I… I can't believe you're still here." He said sheepishly. He had been in his room wondering what happen to her and if she went home.

"Are you kidding me?" She giggled. "I have had two cups of coffee and argued with the nurse to let me back here, but I wasn't allowed because it's family only."

"Did you sneak in here? I'm I going to have to defend you in court when I get out of here" he teased.

"No" she laughed and nervously brushed her hair behind her ear. "Once there was a shift change, I told them I was your fiancé, and they let me on back… I just had to see you and made sure you were okay."

Sandy couldn't keep the smile off his face. She cared about him that much? She had waited around in a dirty hospital just to make sure he was okay. He was wanting for a sign, thought a fancy dinner would tell him but now he knew. No one had every cared for him like she did. No one else would have done that him, so she must truly like him.

"I love you Kirsten," he said for the first time with a smile. Kirsten bit her lower lip and blushed like a schoolgirl. "I never had anyone look out for me the way you did tonight, no one has ever made sure I was alright or so willing to take care of me over a silly little stomach ache. I am definitely falling in love with you."

Kirsten cupped his face with her hand, while the other run through his hair. "While I was in the waiting room I thought if something terrible had happen to you I won't be able to tell you what I have wanted to say for so long… I love you too Sandy."

Sandy pulled his girlfriend towards him, and kissed her with all the passion and love he held for her. Kirsten Nichol was in love with him and he couldn't have been happier. He wanted her to have a more romantic time she could remember but he would work on that for their next milestone. Kirsten had pretended to be his fiancé, and Sandy had vowed that for that day forward, he would save up enough to make that a reality.

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