KIRK'S POV
Veronica just fell to the ground, like she just passed out straight away.
Heat. The heat. It was extremely hot.
That's why.
Running to where she was, I scooped her up in my arms, running towards the health office. "Guys! Please wait here!" I said, managing to run with her in my arms.
Please be ok Please be ok Please be ok Please be ok
Throwing open the door, I yelled out to the nurse. "H-Help! My fr-friend got heat stroke..." I said, placing her on the bed.
"Thank you young sir. You may go outside now."
"But.. I want to see her!" I said, desperate.
"Well..." She stopped for a minute, "For a bit, dear. Then, you'll have to go back out." She said, walking into another room.
Clearing her hair away from her face, I sighed. "I-I hope you'll be ok.
You're amazing,
Beautiful,
And even though I didn't have much talk with you,
Even though you cuddled with Cliff when you're cold,
Or when Dave helped you when you tired,
Or when you fell asleep on Jason,
Or when James helped you.
I still liked you when I met you.
I liked you through anything.
So please don't go."
I said, taking her by the hand, rubbing her thumb.
"We all love you, some more then others, so please,
don't go."
