~I do not own Jurassic World or any of the characters~

Claire was walking Main Street with her assistant, Zara, making sure everything was ok. Zara leisurely sipped on her iced coffee, her only relief from the raging island heat. Claire was sweating as she fought the urge to rip off her blazer. She'd been outside nearly all day, and she was exhausted from the heat, and she wasn't feeling too well either. She was definitely the type of person to overdo it, but this time, she wondered if she'd gone too far. She glanced to Zara, contemplating telling her how she was feeling, but she decided against it, knowing she'd get an "I told you to take a break" lecture again, and she wasn't in the mood for that. Claire sighed, wiping the sweat from her forehead with a tissue. Zara gave her a concerned look. "Are you ok?" she asked. Claire nodded as she briefly closed her eyes, making it obvious that she was, in fact, not ok. The younger woman stopped walking, and Claire stopped too. "Do we need to go inside and cool off for a while?" she asked.

Claire shook her head, but grimaced as the small action made her dizzy. The brunette placed the back of her hand on Claire's forehead, and she was burning up. Claire pulled away from Zara's hand, not wanting her to feel the heat coming from her, but Zara had already realized that the redhead was alarmingly warm.

"We're going back to the resort. Now." Zara ordered, taking Claire's hand and leading her down Main Street. Claire was struggling to keep up, her vision intermittently blurring. Her stomach began to cramp, and waves of nausea were hitting her hard.

"Z-Z-Zara..." she groaned.

The British woman stopped and turned around. "What's wrong?" she asked.

"Don't feel good..." Claire whimpered, closing her eyes against the nausea.

Zara's green eyes filled with concern. "Do you need me to carry you? I can if you want. "

"Dizzy..." Claire managed to say before everything went black.

Zara rushed foward just in time to catch her collapsing boss, throwing down the coffee cup, which thankfully only had ice in it now, in the process. She scooped Claire up bridal style, and used the voice command on her phone to call an EMS.

"What's your emergency?" the woman on the phone answered.

"My boss just passed out from heat exhaustion... or possibly heat stroke, i don't know... she needs help." Zara said into the phone, her accented voice shaking.

The operator sighed. "Ma'am, we have alot of people with heat exhaustion, it may take some time."

"This is the manager!" Zara bellowed, "Claire Dearing! If you want to keep your job you better get someone out here right away! "

Claire began to wake up slightly; groaning in pain before throwing up on her assistant's shoulder. Her entire body was trembling and covered in sweat, and she was starting to cry.

"HURRY!"! Zara yelled at the operator, crying a bit herself out of sheer concern for her friend.

It wasn't two minutes before the ambulance, sporting Jurassic World colors and logo, appeared around the corner. Zara laid her now sobbing boss on the stretcher, and she insisted upon staying with her in the ambulance. Of course, word had spread of the park's manager collapsing on Main Street. Zara had managed to keep the paparazzi away from the redhead; she could be very scary when she was protective. She had picked up a few pieces of ice that were still inside the fallen cup, wrapped them in a tissue, and rubbed them on Claire's neck, chest, and back, trying to help cool her off. This seemed to help a little, but Claire's temperature was still dangerously high when it was checked in the ambulance, and she was dehydrated. Zara offered her as much comfort as she could on the way to the hospital, but she felt horrible and she was disoriented and scared.

At the hospital, Claire was given a cool shower and some IV fluids. She started to feel better pretty quickly, but then the embarrassment kicked in.

After all, she had passed out then puked in front of like, two-hundred people. Most of whom knew who she was. Zara assured her that it was ok, and that she needn't be embarrassed, but she still never wanted to show her face in public again.

"Claire, do you feel like eating a light dinner? The doctor said you could." Zara asked.

The older woman shrugged. "I don't know... I'm still a little nauseous..." she replied.

The assistant gave her a sympathetic look. "Maybe just some toast and water?"

Claire reluctantly agreed.

A few hours later, Claire was pleasantly surprised that eating had actually made her feel better. Her blood sugar had been low, which caused the lingering nausea, and the food brought it up again.

That night, however, the doctor informed Claire that she'd have to stay overnight, which she was none too happy about. She was a homebody, and, as hard as it was for her to admit, she hated sleeping away from her own apartment and was prone to homesickness.

She had held it together until the doctor left the room, but she burst into tears when she was once again alone with Zara.

The assistant hugged her boss, and rubbed gentle circles into her back in attempt to comfort her. Claire hiccuped, knowing that she'd be having a long, upsetting night.

"Hey hey, Claire, it's ok. I'll be here all night. I'll even lie down with you if you want."

Claire perked up at that suggestion. She absolutely loved when Zara cuddled with her. She nodded eagerly and scooted over on the bed, making room for her assistant. Zara laid down in the place that Claire made for her, and the redhead laid her head on her chest. It wasn't five minutes before Claire was out like a light.