Suddenly, bam! Naya fainted like a soap opera heroine. Kelvin, acting like a knight in slightly wrinkled armor, quickly scooped her up bridal-style and dashed to the nurse's office like his life depended on it.
Unbeknownst to him, Lucien witnessed the entire dramatic episode from a distance like a background character in a telenovela. He stood there, useless, helpless—basically, the human version of a buffering screen. His fists clenched, eyes narrowed, heart full of rage... and confusion.
Fueled by his zero-plan energy, he stormed off to find Jessica, who was sipping juice like nothing happened.
Lucien: Why did you do it?
Jessica: Do what, exactly?
Lucien: Don't play dumb. Why are you acting so slow-witted? I never knew you were this wicked! If anything happens to Naya, I swear on my last brain cell, I won't let you off the hook!
He turned and walked away with full main-character energy. But Jessica, never one to be overshadowed, shouted dramatically behind him:
Jessica: YES, I DID IT! ARGHH!
(Insert evil laugh here. Or a sneeze. Could go either way.)
At the Nurse's Office…
Author POV
Naya was gracefully plopped onto the bed like a fragile Victorian lady. The nurse gave her a quick once-over and declared, "Just a headache." Kelvin sighed in relief like he just passed a math test he didn't study for.
Kelvin: "Okay, phew. Time to call Nora."
Kelvin left like a responsible friend, but the second he did, Lucien ninja'd his way in, sat by Naya, looked at her pale face, and whispered with more regret than a bad haircut:
Lucien: I'm sorry.
He then leaned in and kissed her forehead like he was in a K-drama. Just as he heard footsteps, he panicked, leapt up, and dove behind a suspiciously convenient pillar, channeling his inner secret agent.
In came Nora, full of panic and Oscar-worthy emotions.
Nora: NAYA! NAYA! NAYA!
Kelvin: Shhh! She's just sleeping. And there are other patients! Do you want them to wake up and start a choir?
Nora sniffled and sat beside Naya, tears flowing like a leaky faucet.