For the past year, 18 year old Camille has been getting away with four hours of sleep, a nine hour school day and an eight hour work day overnight. That is until her three teachers and a mystery guy walk into her diner one night.
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She looks up at me incredulously, not appreciating my question.
"No, I'm not fucking pregnant, Luka. I'm on birth control," she says, her voice light and raw.
Zander glares at me as he rubs her back in comforting circles.
"You had to make her mad, huh?" he mouths and I shrug before turning my full attention back to Camille.
"Fuck, I don't feel good," she whispers as she slumps against the wall of the toilet stall. Zander and I exchange a look before carefully lifting her up with her arms.
I pull her against my front, keeping her steady with my arms around her waist as he examines her face. He wipes her tears away, his eyebrows furrowing as he takes in her pale appearance.
"Wh-why is the room spinning... make it stop," she whines, her body losing more and more strength with each passing second.
"We got to get her to hospital," I murmur to Zander who nods in agreement. He pulls out his phone and my phone buzzes in my pocket as he sends a message to the group chat.
"Class has started so we can take her through the hall. The department can cover the rest of my classes," I say to him.
"I'll carry her. You pull the car up," Zander instructs me. Before he can pick her up, she falls limp against me, her eyes rolling back before she goes unconscious.
"Fuck," I mumble.
Zander picks her body, cradling her bridal style as I unlock the bathroom and rush out, rooting in my pocket for my car keys as I run out the school.
I pull my car around to the main door, climbing out to help Zander with the door to the backseats.
He climbs in and settles Camille on his lap before pulling the seatbelt over them both. She's still unconscious, lying almost lifeless in his arms.
Climbing back into the drivers seat, I speed off to the hospital, managing to reach it in record speed.
Having called ahead, we're met by a team of nurses and doctors who immediately take Camille from Zander. He looks disgruntled at being parted from her but I can see the concern in his eyes.
They lay her on a hospital bed, hooking up fluids before carting her inside and through stainless steel double doors.
We stand helpless in the foyer of the emergency room, feeling completely lost and helpless.
By the time Josh and Gabriel arrive, it's been a few hours but Zander and I have been unable to sit down. They were unable to find cover for their classes, only now being able to get here.
"Have you heard anything?" Josh asks, his hair dishevelled from his stress habit of running his hands through it.
"They took her off a few hours ago. Last we heard she was going into surgery," Zander explains gravely.
