(Hi's POV)
Kimberly sat next to me, she handed me her glasses and asked me to hold on to them.
Soon after she dosed off, leaning on me.
I knew what she was going through, after all, I got the worst of the virus when we originally got it, I had been given the front and the back end of it, front end meaning that I got sick first, and I'm pretty sure you know what I mean by back end.
Egh.
I tried not to move too much, I didn't want to wake her, so I played on my phone with my free arm.
I must make a good pillow, because she didn't wake for a few hours, I know not the best self complement, but it was true.
Despite looking disheveled, she was still quite pretty, her long wavy auburn-red hair tousled, her dark brown eyes barely open. She wasn't toothpick thin, but not big ether. She seemed perfect almost, wait. Do I have a crush?
I knew the answer, yes.
Would I admit it?
Maybe after the fight.
But for now we had to help her and her friends through the sickness
Love struckness later.
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Help! (Post Terminal Virals story)
Teen FictionWhen all of their previous advisories come out to play, the pack heads north to create a plan, this is comprised when a girl literally falls for Hi, resulting in her catching the Virus, she and a few others help The Pack , but will they prevail? Fin...
