Author's Note: I'll put the votes for each couple to the right of their names, and an "X" for them being voted off on the left.

X-Izzy and Owen-3

-Heather and Justin-39

X-Lindsay and Tyler-0

X-LeShawna and Harold-4

X-Beth and Cody-4

X-Eva and Ezekiel-0

-Bridgette and Geoff-43

-Gwen and Trent-90

-Courtney and Duncan-115

X-Sadie and DJ-2

-Katie and Noah-38

"One…TWO!" Courtney counts. RIP! Duncan shouts various curses.

"I thought you said you were counting to three!" Duncan exclaims.

"Yeah, I told you I was ripping your Band-Aid off at the count of three, but I did it at the count of two," Courtney says. "It wouldn't hurt as bad if you shaved your legs," Courtney jokes. Duncan chuckles.

"Gee, I never thought of that. Thanks for the idea, Princess," he says. Courtney reapplies a new Band-Aid to the cut on Duncan's leg.


"You need to go to sleep," Geoff says to Bridgette, who is holding an ice pack to his jaw.

"No, I don't. And keep your jaw still," she instructs.

"I agree. You girls need to get some sleep," Trent says, grabbing Gwen's wrist as she walks by. Gwen blushes as the stifles a yawn.

"We are fine. It's you boys who need to sleep," Gwen replies.

"But we've been sleeping. Each of you have stayed up for hours taking care of us. Hell, it's 3a.m. already," Duncan says.

"We're perfectly capable of pulling an all-nighter," Courtney protests.

"We've done it before," Bridgette adds.

"Yeah, but your sleepover didn't involve running around this hospital ward, collecting medicines to care for us," Geoff says.

"Alright, alright, fine! We won't go to sleep yet, but we'll finish up some of the paperwork for Chef," Gwen caves. The guys smile at the girls' submission. The girls sit at Chef's desk on the other side of the room. They pick up their pens, and start filling out paperwork about the patients' conditions.

Ten minutes later, the girls are asleep with their heads in their arms. Their boyfriends smile at their girlfriends' sleeping form.

"They shouldn't have to sleep there," Trent says. Duncan and Geoff agree, so the boys stand up slowly.

"Dang, dudes, I'm so sore!" Geoff exclaims. Trent and Duncan chuckle. They all sneak up on their girlfriends, pick them up, and carry them to their beds. The boys slide into bed next to their girlfriends, and the girls subconsciously curl up next to their boyfriends. The guys receive a round of thumbs-up.


"Duncan…"

Duncan's eyes shoot open.

"Duncan…"

He looks down at Courtney, nestled at his waist, mumbling his name.

"Duncan…" Courtney mumbles again. She wiggles around in the bed.

"Courtney?" Duncan whispers. She doesn't open her eyes. "Courtney?"

All of a sudden, she gasps and her eyes shoot open. "Courtney?! Are you okay?" Duncan whispers.

"Yeah… yeah. Just a nightmare," Courtney replies, whispering. Duncan brushes her bangs off her forehead. Her forehead has a thin layer of cold sweat.

"You sure you're alright?" Duncan asks.

"Of course. It's just a dream."

"What was it about?" Duncan asks.

"Uh, nothing. Just… nothing," Courtney stammers.

"You can tell me." Courtney sighs as Duncan stares at her.

"Fine," she answers, "it was about Rick. But it was only a nightmare. I'm fine. Trust me, Duncan." Courtney closes her eyes and snuggles up to Duncan, signaling the end of the conversation.

He sighs, and his lips press together in a straight line. Next time I see Rick, I swear I'll…, Duncan thinks. He falls asleep.


"Trent, wake up," Gwen says. He opens his eyes and sits up in bed. Trent yawns and rubs his eyes. Gwen was standing by the side of his bed with a pill container and a glass of water.

"Ugh, what time is it?" he asks.

"Uh, I think it's, like, 7:30," Gwen replies.

"Gwen! The whole point of getting some sleep is actually staying in bed," he says. Gwen giggles.

"I know, Trent. But the instructions on this bottle of medicine says you need to take it early in the morning," Gwen says. Trent sighs.

"How long have you been awake?" he asks suspiciously, crossing his arms.

"Oh, just, um… an hour," Gwen says guiltily. She shuffles her feet and looks at the ground.

"Gwen…"

"I had to finish that paperwork from last night!" she defends herself. Trent sighs and Gwen continues, "How am I supposed to take care of you if I don't give you the painkiller medicine as the instructions say?"

"I don't need painkillers," Trent insists. Gwen raises an eyebrow.

"Mmhmm?" "I don't!" Trent exclaims, holding his hands out. He winces as he raised his shoulders.

"See, Trent?" Gwen says. She sighs and crouches by his bed. "Please take the medicine?" she asks, sticking out her bottom lip. Trent chuckles and shakes his head.

"Pleeeeease? For me?" she begs. Trent sighs.

"Alright. But only for you," Trent teases. Gwen hands him a pill and the glass of water, and he gulps it down. "Do I get a reward?" he asks, handing Gwen the glass. She smiles and kisses him. As she stands up, pulling away, Trent intertwines his hands into her hair and pulls her in for a longer kiss. Gwen smiles in the kiss and Trent finally lets her go.

"Tell me if you have any more pills for me to swallow," he says, winking at Gwen. She laughs and turns around, heading for Chef's medicine cabinet. Gwen yawns.