Sam, her throat feeling like thorns were poking it, came coughing and spluttering towards Carly's apartment. The Shays had returned a day ago, thankfully. When hearing a click from the Bensons' apartment Sam whipped around and held her fists up, in fear of Mrs. Benson. She had been rather cautious since Freddie's mom's outburst, but Freddie had said all was cool. However, Sam didn't necessarily believe him.

Freddie stepped out from behind the door, a smile brightly shining when he saw Sam. Hard to imagine he was sick but two days before: he no longer had sickly white skin but his normal color; his hair was cropped up nicely, his eyes weren't tired and red but twin shimmering brown pools; Sam's favorite part was the fact that he finally brushed his teeth after "taking a break" for two days. Sam, however, was not as lucky, for she gained all that he had had.

"Hello, beautiful," he greeted, somewhat mockingly for Sam looked as sick as she felt.

"Nub," she said, nodding to him but with a smile. The two went into the Shay apartment together. When Sam started coughing again, Carly suddenly appeared, looking worried.

"Sam!" she said, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah," Sam said as Freddie patted her back, "just have strep."

"Ah!" Carly said, "Bummer. Freddie gave it to you, didn't he?" Sam looked over at her boyfriend, remembering exactly how she attained his sickness; the taste of his kiss still lingered on her mouth.

"Yeah, good ol' Fredhead," Sam teased, grimacing at him. Carly rolled her eyes, for she knew Sam would never change her ways, beau or no beau.

Amazing, how illness brings people together?