Impractical Jokers Preferences (Currently Updating)

#10: You're Sick (His P.O.V.)

Sal: When I hear the gags coming from the bathroom, I know something's wrong. She wasn't feeling well last night, due to the chinese we had eaten, and today I expected the same. "Baby?" I say softly, pushing the bathroom door open slowly. She is sitting near the toilet, her hair pulled into a very messy bun and face pale. Wow, even when she's sick she still looks like a model.. "Sal, go. I don't want to you see me like this." She commands, weakly may I add, and points to the door, but instead I walk closer to her, sitting beside her with a smile. "In sickness and in health, remember?" I hold out my wedding ring to show her, and she smiles. God, that smile, it kills me. She was trying so hard to hide the pain from me, I could tell. "Why are you so sweet? I love-" Her words are cut off by another gag, and suddenly she is leaning over the toilet and vomiting. Of course I'm there beside her, holding her hair and rubbing her back in soothing circles. After a few minutes she pulls away, slumping against my chest. "How about we rest a little bit?" I suggest, and she nods. I go to stand up, but she lifts up her arms and looks up at me with puppy dog eyes. "Carry me?" I smile and nod, lifting her small body to the bed and cuddling up against her.

Brian (Q): "Babe? Whats the matter?" I whisper into the phone, trying to keep my voice down for the recording that's going on behind me. "My throat.." She coughs. "It feels all swollen, and it hurts to breathe." I frown into the phone, hearing her voice crack on every word. I want to go home and be with her.. but I can't. This is the last episode of the season, and the most important by far. "I wish I could be home with you..." I say, and another round of coughs start from the other end of the phone. "It's okay, can you just bring some Advil when you come home please?" She asks, and I nod. "Of course baby. I have to go now, okay? I love you so much, I'll be home as soon as you know it." I hit end on the call and walk back into the booth, but I'm stopped by Paul. "What are you doi-" "Go." Go? What did he mean go? "Go home. Be with her, she needs you." I furrow my brows, wondering how he heard the call from all the way over here, but I obviously agree. I make it home in minutes, stopping by the local drug store and picking up all the medicine I can, but when I do she is fast asleep on the couch. Aw, she looks like an angel with her hair sprawled out like a halo. I sit by her side until she wakes, and when she does a happy smile spreads across her face. "Brian!" She croaks, and I nod. "I'm home, and not leaving anytime soon."

James (Murr): "Whats that?" I question, looking down at (Your Name)'s arm. There was a cluster of small red bumps on her forearm but before I can get a better look she pulls it away. "Nothing." I furrow my brows and take her sleeve, pulling it up to her shoulder. All up her arm are little red bumps and I recognize them as chicken pox. I had them as a kid, and they were complete heck. "Babe! Why didn't you tell me?" I exclaim, more hurt than anything. She slumps back on the couch, shrugging her shoulders lightly. "I don't know, you've been so busy with the show... I didn't want to bother you, that's all." Once the words register in my mind, my face falls. Did she really think I didn't have enough time for her? Am I that bad of a boyfriend? I try to be with her every free second I have, but I guess that just isn't enough... "Is something wrong?" She questions, catapulting me out of my daydream. "I want you to listen to me, okay? It doesn't matter if I'm shooting an episode, at an interview... heck, even if I'm on tour. If anything is wrong, I will be by your side in a second." Her eyes well up with tears, happy tears I hope, and she crashes her lips against mine. "I love you so much, James!"

Joe: "What room is (Your Name) Gatto in?" I question, looking down at the receptionist with worried eyes. She had been rushed to the hospital while the boys and I were doing an interview, but halfway through it, Dan had gotten a call from the emergency room. He let me go, of course, saying family is more important than a stupid interview. "351." I take off running, my hair blowing behind me as i race down countless hallways. 347, 348, 349, 350.. Finally I see room 351, and burst through the door. "Baby?!" I exclaim, looking frantically around the room. I spot her behind a curtain, her face white as a ghost. "Joe!" She exclaims, and when I hear her voice my heart drops. Its hoarse and weak, and she seems to be using all her energy to just talk. I walk over and kneel by her bedside, looking into her big (Your Color) eyes. Man, is she beautiful. How am I so lucky to have a girl like her? "Hi, beautiful. Why don't you tell me what got you here, yeah?" She sighs and places her hand on mine, as if to prepare me for something. The tears start then, making stains on her pink cheeks. "It's cancer, Joe." She sobs, burying her head in my shoulder. Wait.. Cancer? She could die. My beautiful girl could be gone from the world, and I would never get to hold her in my arms again. Never kiss those lips, or tell her I love her.. "They caught it in the early stages.. they say I'll be o-okay, but I'll loose all my hair. I won't be beautiful, and you won't love me.." Her voice trails off, and my heart breaks into a million pieces. " Don't talk like that! I will never stop loving you, and you know it. You're the best thing that has ever happened to me." I say, the tears running down my face as well. "We'll make it through this. Me and you against the world."