It was the last night in Detroit for the boys and the concert was over. Kristin was in the dressing room wrapping up one of the dancers' knees. "All right you're all bandaged up and ready to go. When we get to the hotel I want you to put ice on that knee."

"Okay," said the dancer as she left the room.

Kristin was putting away her things in her bag when she heard the sound of Rachel's voice.

"Hey Kris," she said.

"Yeah," Kristin answered, not looking up from what she was doing.

"I think you better get back here and take a look at Nick."

Kristin's head shot up. "Why? What's wrong?"

"I dunno. He doesn't look too good. They sent me back here to get you."

"Okay," Kristin said as she grabbed her bag and quickly ran out of the room. She ran backstage to find Nick sitting on a chair looking really pale. Kristin quickly ran over and kneeled in front of him. "Nick," she said. He didn't respond. "Nick honey answer me," Kristin said in a more frantic tone. She looked over at the guys who stood next to Nick. "Did he eat today?"

Brian thought a minute. "I don't think so. He didn't eat anything before the concert or at lunch. He said he felt sick to his stomach."

"Did anyone see him take his medication?" Kristin asked. The guys shook their heads. Kristin sighed and drew her attention back to Nick. "Nick tell me what's wrong."

Nick shook his head. "Nothing....I'm...I'm fine," he said as he stood up then nearly fell against Kevin.

Kevin grabbed him before he hit the ground. "Whoa Nick you better sit down."

Kristin placed her hand on his forehead. "Sweetie you're burning up. Someone go get me a wheelchair. I'm not gonna let him walk to the van."

Brian ran and grabbed a wheelchair from the first aid center and wheeled it back to Nick. Kristin helped Nick into the wheelchair then thought for a moment. "Kevin go grab one of the body guards and have him tell the van driver to bring the van to the back doorway. We don't want to scare any of the fans trying to get Nick in the van through the side door."

Kevin did as he was told while the others followed behind Kristin. They all waited at the back door for the van. When the van pulled up everyone piled in as Kristin helped Nick get into his seat. They rode to hotel to find a large amount of fans waiting outside. "Damn it," Kristin exclaimed under her breath. "We can't drag Nick into that. They'll clobber him."

"Stop here everyone but Nick and Kristin get out," Kevin said. "You two can go in through the back way."

"Good idea," Kristin said.

Everyone got out and the van pulled around to the back entrance. "Thank you," Kristin told the driver and helped Nick out of the van. She pulled out the wheelchair and reached her hand out to Nick. "Sit," she said.

"I don't need it," said Nick as he wobbled his way to the door.

Kristin grabbed his arm before he slammed into the wall. "Nick sit in the wheel chair now," she said firmly.

"Fine," he muttered as he sat in the chair.

Kristin opened the back door and wheeled him to the elevator. They got in and went up to their floor. Swiftly Kristin wheeled Nick to their room. Once they got in Kristin helped Nick off the chair and onto the bed. She grabbed some clothes from his suitcase and handed them to him. "Put these on and get in bed," she said as she placed her bag down on the table and pulled out a thermometer. When Nick settled himself in bed she placed the thermometer in his mouth. Kristin flicked on the lamp next to the bed.

"Ah bright," Nick said.

"Sorry hon, but I need to see. Keep your mouth shut for one more minute," she said as she kept time on her watch. When the time was up Kristin removed the thermometer from Nick's mouth. Her lips pursed as she read the numbers. "You're temperature's up to 103," she said as she stood up. She reached in her bag again and pulled out a bottle of alieve. "Here take this and I'll be right back." Kristin went into the bathroom and ran cold water on a wash cloth. She folded it up, went back to the bedroom, and placed it on Nick's head. "Leave it there for a little while. It'll help your fever. I'm gonna call room service and order you some soup. You haven't eaten anything all day and you need to eat," she said as she dialed the number. After the room service came and Nick had eaten the soup Kristin pulled the covers over him and kissed him on the forehead. "Got some sleep sweetie. You've had a long day."

Nick reached up and grabbed her hand. "Lay down with me please," he said with puppy dog eyes.

Kristin snickered. "Okay let me get changed," she said as she headed to the bathroom. She came back out with her PJ's on and laid down under the covers with Nick. Nick cuddled closely and laid his head on her chest. Kristin smiled as she ran her fingers through his hair. "You know you scared me today," said.

Nick sighed and sat up. "I know, I'm sorry."

"Don't be, just be a little more careful next time. Don't wear yourself out when you're sick like this."

"I promise to be more careful," said Nick.

"Good, now get some sleep."

"Okay," Nick replied as he laid down on his stomach.

Kristin scooted closer to him and laid on her side. "I love you."

Nick opened his eyes and smiled. "I love you too," he said with a yawn.

"Go to sleep," Kristin whispered then rubbed her hand on his back. Nick shut his eyes; slowly his labored breathing became steady. Kristin knew he was asleep. She gave him one last kiss on the cheek and turned off the lamp.