The next day, Tiffani was at home sitting in her bed; she was on her laptop and at the same time was on the phone with her friend Emily.

“Wow, that was some party then, I can’t believe you had a Christmas Party with the rest of the *NSYNC guys and all of their families.” Emily gushed.

“Yeah but I’m kinda sick today.” Tiffani asked.

“You probably drank a bit too much then.” Emily laughed on the other line.

“I don’t know what happened, but that’s all behind me now, so tell me, how’s New York City?” Tiffani replied.

“Cold and snowy, we have a blizzard watch today and I’m here with all of my family members in an apartment complex, it’s nice, New York City looks pretty when it snows.” Emily said.

“Yeah it does, so are you gonna spend New Years Eve over there as well?” Tiffani asked while she was deleting the rest of her emails that weren’t important.

“Yep, I have the perfect view of Timesquare, so I get to see everything.” Emily beamed.

Tiffani laughed and typed a few keys on her laptop, “Hey listen Em, I’m gonna lie down for a bit, I’ll text you later or something okay?”

“Ok yeah, I have to go too, I gotta go help my grandmother with the dishes, nice huh?” Emily chuckled.

Tiffani laughed and said “Haha yeah nice.” She then said goodbye and pressed the end call button on her phone. She placed her head on the pillow and closed her eyes, when suddenly she felt itchy on her arm, she saw a few small bumps and frowned. Getting up from the bed she found some lotion and put a dab on her arm. Thinking it was nothing serious, she went back to take her nap.

A few hours later

Tiffani awoke in a sweat, she felt like something was suffocating her, she couldn’t breathe, all she saw was darkness, and headed to the bathroom, looking at her reflection in the mirror, she let out a gasp. Her face was covered in light pink bumps, they looked like mosquito bites but bigger, she had bumps all over her arms and legs, it looked like a some sort of rash as well.

“Are these chicken pox?” Tiffani murmured to herself. “No they couldn’t be chicken pox.” She felt her chest tighten, a wave a nausea came over her and she headed over to the toilet, she felt shaky and weak, she couldn’t breathe, and tried to call for help.

“Mom?” She rasped. She hoped that her mom didn’t step out or something or she would be doomed, she tried to find the strength to reach to the doorknob from the bathroom but she couldn’t, seconds later, she collapsed on the floor.

“What was happening to her?”

“What happened to her?” JC demanded, what the hell happened to her?! I want answers!”

Mr. Chasez, we are doing all we can, we found something unusual in her system and it looks like its damaging her bloodstream.

JC put his hands on his face, “But she was fine yesterday, really she was.”

He was at the hospital with Agatha, Chris, Anna, Lance, and Justin. The rest of the family stayed over at Lance’s house. Agatha wasn’t home at the time when Tiffani was, when she arrived home, she called out Tiffani, when she received no response, she figured that she was sleeping, so she headed upstairs and found out that she wasn’t in her bed. When she found out that she was on the floor of the bathroom, she didn’t know what to think, so she called the ambulance and here she was.

“I have never been so afraid.” Agatha cried.

“Everything’s gonna be okay Agatha, maybe she ate something and made her sick.” Chris gave her a light smile and placed a hand on her shoulder.

“Yeah that might explain the bumps on her face.” Justin explained.

Agatha nodded but wasn’t sure, this was all a wait and see kind of thing.

Lance stared blankly on the tile floor but didn’t say anything.

Chris saw that Lance was a bit quiet, “Are you alright Poofoo?” Chris tried to lighten the mood.

“Something is not right here.” Lance spoke up.

“What do you mean?” Chris responded.

“Remember Ellen, the pretzel girl from the mall?” Lance asked.

“Yeah of course I do, how could I forget about her, she was your idea not-suddenly a lightbulb went on in Chris’s head. “Oh my gosh! It was her, wasn’t it? I think it was that evil mole rat!’ Chris got up from the chair and started pacing.

“What are you talking about Chris?” JC asked.

“This chick at the mall right, I had a funny feeling about her but this bimbo here invited her over to go to the house party, so anyway I saw her at the party, and she was there her usual self, but I don’t know, did she call you back or anything like a thank you for the invite sorta thing?” Chris rambled.

Lance asked, “No, she hasn’t.”

“There you go, I bet you she was the one that made Tiffani sick and make her get polka dots.” Chris argued.

“But Chris, we won’t know for sure.” JC replied.

Chris just stared at JC, “I’m going back to the mall, who’s coming?”

“Isn’t the mall closed today?” Justin asked.

“No, they probably have this after Christmas sale or something, if she is there I am gonna give her a good what-for.” Chris snapped and took his jacket from the seat.

“I’ll come with you then.” Justin replied, gathering up his jacket. He turned around and said to Agatha, JC, and Lance “Keep me updated okay?”

They all nodded their heads in unison.

Meanwhile

Ellen was in the parking lot in her car at the hospital, her plan was working perfectly, the little something that she slipped in Tiffani’s drink on that Christmas party was slowly working its magic, it would make her sick and weak, that way she doesn’t have to be all goody-two shoes with big brother JC. She saw two figures stepping out of the hospital, realizing that it was Chris and Justin; she put the seat back in her seat so she won’t be seen, she would’ve known that those two simpletons would make their way back to the mall to see if she was there, but she didn’t care cause she had bigger fish to fry. Putting her hand in the backseat of her car, she got back her blonde wig and put it back on her dark brown hair, got a different color of contacts and placed them in her eyes and got a nursing uniform, and waited for Chris and Justin to leave the parking lot, when they did leave, she opened the driver’s door slowly and walked to the entrance of the hospital.