Chapter Four

Duncan's POV

I took Courtney to the nurse, who thankfully was still in her office late today. I carried her bridal style into the nurses office.

"Courtney fainted during practice. She was on top of a build thing," I explained to her.

"Set her down on the bed," she told me. I laid her down gently and sat next to her. She just started to wake up.

"Hey princess, how are you feeling?" I asked her.

"Duncan?" she asked.

"Yeah?"

"Can you help me up? I have to finish leading practice," she said. I laughed.

"You aren't going anywhere Courtney. I suggest that Duncan take you home," the nurse said. I nodded.

Courtney looked as if she were about to cry. I lifted her up again.

"I'm strong. I can do this," she said quietly.

"Not today Courtney, you have to get better before you can try again," I said nicely. She started crying.

"I'm sorry love," I apologized.

We walked into the gym where everyone was waiting for us.

"Practice is canceled for today," I said and carried Courtney back out of the gym.

I brought her home and carried her into her house. The nurse must have called her parent's because they are waiting in the foyer when we walk inside.

"Are you okay?" her mom asked worried. I think she looked even more worried since I'm carrying Courtney.

"I am fine, I just want to go to bed." She said. I took that as a cue to carry her upstairs.

"Set me down," she said as I entered her room. I wasn't going to argue. I set her down.

She tried walking over to her bed, but she was stumbling and walking very slowly. Then she accidentally tripped on something and fell over. I rushed to her side, but she was sobbing now. Because her wig had fallen off, and she barely had any hair left on her head.

"Please don't look at me," she sobbed. I picked her up and set her in bed.

"Princess you are beautiful. Regardless of if you are sick or not. I still love you," I promised.

"I don't have any more hair," she cried.

"So? You're still amazingly beautiful without it," I said and smiled. She sat up and kissed me lightly.

"Thanks, but can you please leave. I hate you seeing me without hair," she said crying again.

I nodded, said my goodbye, and walked downstairs. Her parents were waiting for me. I told them all that happened today at practice and what just happened upstairs. Her mother was crying when I was done.

"I have no idea what to do," she said.

"I think I know of something I want to do," I said.

"What?" her father asked.

"It's a surprise. I will come by later and show you," I said, and I walked outside to my car. I drove home and told my mom what I was doing. Then we got to work.

Courtney's POV

It's seven at night. My parents had dinner an hour ago, but I didn't want to eat anything. I would probably just puke it up anyway. I still haven't put my wig back on. But it doesn't matter. I probably scared Duncan today, so he is probably going to dump me now. That is probably the scariest thought I have right now.

I heard my door opening.

"Courtney! Duncan's here!" my mom said.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because I came to see you," Duncan said walking into the room. My mom shut the door behind him.

"What's with the hat?" I asked looking at his black skull cap.

"I did something for you," he said smirking.

"What?" I asked. He pulled off his hat and I gasped.

"You shaved your head?" I asked incredulously. He smiled and gave me a kiss on the forehead.

"I'm not going to let you go through this alone babe," he said. I started crying again.

"What's wrong? I thought you would be happy," he said nervously.

"I am happy, that's why I'm crying. I can't believe you shaved your head for me," I said.

"It's just hair princess, mine will grow back and so will yours. But until you have your beautiful hair back, I won't have mine," he said.

I leaned my forehead against his.

"What have I done to deserve you?" I asked looking into his sparkling eyes.

"I think I should be asking you that question," he said. I laughed.

"So what's your mom going to say when she sees you?" I asked. He smirked.

"What?" I asked feeling lost.

"Princess, my mom is the one who cut my hair off," he said smirking. I smiled.

"Wow, she has been wanting to cut your Mohawk off, for like ever," I said impressed.

"This just shows how much I love you," he said.