Mitchie: *walks out* HOLA! Jason: HOLA! Como esta? Mitchie: Eh...Muy bien...y usted? Jason: Ah. Muy bien. Caitlyn: NO COMPRENDO! Everyone looks at her. Caitlyn: What? We are not in Mexico. We are not in Spain. We are not even in Florida. We are in Canada. Either speak French-Canadian or English. Prefereably English. Mitchie: Okay... Tess: What time is it? Mitchie: Summertime! It's our vacation! What time is it? Partyin' time! Sch- Caitlyn: NO! STOP! I HATE TH- *she erupts into a fit of coughing* Tess: That's not good. Caitlyn: *coughs* No, it's *coughs* not. Mitchie: Told ya so. Caitlyn: What? *coughs* Mitchie: That you'd get sick. Caitlyn: *rolls her eyes* Shane: Whoa Caitlyn. Caitlyn: What? Shane: You just got insanely pale. Caitlyn: *coughs and walks over to a mirror* Whoa. *she turns around* Tess: Your skin is like paper-white. Caitlyn: *coughs* Mitchie: Maybe you should lie down. Caitlyn: *nods and lays on the couch* Shane: But th- *feels a pair of lips on his* Mitchie: *pulls away* Chill, superstar. Sleep somewhere else.*walks over to Caitlyn* Nate: *laughs at Shane* Shane: Oh, shut it. *sits on his bed* Mitchie: *puts her hand on Caitlyn's forehead* Whoa, Cait. Your forehead is really hot. Caitlyn: *blacks out* Mitchie: Cait? *shakes her* Caitlyn? *shakes her harder* Caitlyn! GUYS! SHE'S NOT WAKING UP! Tess: *runs over* I'll call help. *takes out her cell phone and calls 911* Mitchie: Someone carry her to the ambulance! *looks at Nate* Nate: *nods and walks over to Caitlyn and picks her up bridal style. her head rests against his chest* Mitchie: *opens the door and sees an ambulance pull up* Go! Nate: *walks out with Caitlyn* By this time, a bunch of campers have come out and are watching. A few screamed when they saw Caitlyn. 2 people actually started crying. Nate just walked by these people swiftly and put her in the ambulance. He jumped out. Brown ran up to him. Brown: What happened? Nate: Caity got really sick and blacked out. Brown: That's no good. Hosp...