Dear readers, this will be my last one-shot in this series. But don't worry marshmallows! I will be writing an on-going fanfic for VM starting soon.

This is supposed to take place in season 2 episode 18: I am God. It's not just from either Logan or Veronica's POV, I'm also adding Weevil and Wallace. I'm not sure where it's supposed to fit into the episode but enjoy!

"I think you should see the nurse," Ms. James said after their talk and handed Veronica a nurse's pass. Veronica sighed but then realized it might get her out of school for the day.

She nodded and took the pass and left the office. As soon as she put her ear-buds in, the bell ending third period rang and kids streamed into the hallways.

Logan stood by his locker and looked out across the hallway at Veronica. Nurse's pass in hand and her eyes half-closed she looked like a ghost. The circles under her eyes had grown worse and he was genuinely concerned.

Weevil stood with Mac arranging a time for some more math practice. He glanced over his shoulder to see Veronica stumbling alone. As much as he loathed to admit it, she was his only friend. The only person he felt he could trust and count on. And she was in pain and all he wanted to was help.

Wallace watched Veronica. He had a pretty good idea of what Veronica was going through but she pushed him away when she was in pain. She was his best friend and she wouldn't let him take care of her. Veronica was walking down the hallway like a zombie. As she passed Wallace he saw she was mumbling to herself. He wondered what she was saying. She continued on, passing him without a word.

All of a sudden, she stopped short and just stood there. The bell rang again and students filed back into their classrooms. All except the four of them.

"It's just a song," she said all of a sudden. "It's all my fault. All my fault. All my fault."

And then she collapsed. Legs buckling, she hit the floor hard.

The three men rushed over to her. Logan was closest and thus got there first. He knelt and lifted her head, placing it on his lap.

He removed her ear-buds from her ears and stuck them in her bag. She was mumbling.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm sorry," she was saying when Wallace and Weevil knelt next to her. "All my fault. All my fault. All my fault."

"What's her fault?" Weevil asked.

No one answered as the continued to listen to her. Now she was mumbling names. The same 7 names over and over.

Suddenly Wallace understood. "She said she's been having dreams about them, I should have guessed."

"Dreams about who?" Logan was worried.

"The kids on the bus. She said they'd been haunting her every night when she sleeps. She thinks the bus crash was her fault."

"How could it be her fault?" Weevil asked but Wallace just shook his head. He didn't know.

"We need to get her home," Logan said and the others agreed. "I'll take her pass to the nurse and get her excused for the day. Weevil, you carry her to her car and Wallace, you driver her home. I'll get you excused for the day, too."

Weevil gently slid his hands underneath Veronica's limp body and lifted her up. She was even lighter than she looked.

All three of them stood, Wallace picking up her bag and handing the pass to Logan.

"I think she hasn't been eating either," Weevil said, "She's too light."

"You'll take care of her?" Logan asked Wallace and he nodded. Logan rested his palm on Veronica's forehead before walking to the nurse.

Weevil and Wallace walked to her car. Weevil looked down at Veronica. The biker cared for her and couldn't stand to see her like this. He hoped that soon she would realize that the bus crash was not her fault.