"Well, then I'll help you," Vinny decided, already putting an arm around his friend's shoulder to help him to stand, "If we're lucky, maybe the nurse isn't boozing at her desk, eh?"
Jon tried to laugh with him, but another spasm ran through him, forcing him back onto one knee, "I-it's no good, man, I...I ...I just feel so heavy all of a sudden. Like my legs have turned into lead."
'Tyler better not have,' Brett said.
'He couldn't have,' Carl assured him, 'we can't do that.'
'Pretty sure we can do ANYTHING,' said Mike.
'Should've asked to read the terms and conditions, Brett,' said Antonio with only the barest hint of irony.
'Oh, shut up,'
"Okay, then..." Vinny gently set Jon back down, with his back up against the lockers, "then I'll...I'll go get help for you. Just...just sit tigh..."
But Jon reached out, grabbing onto Vinny's forearm with a surprising strength, "No! P-please, Vin... Don't..." he convulsed sharply, his other hand gripping the leg of the bench with such force his knuckles were turning white.
"...don't leave me."