I Thought We Had Tomorrow — Episode 1

Aero IC Hell Week in Texas was no joke. I was fighting through brutal period clamps and the early stages of heat stroke when I finally just hit the deck face first into the scorching grass. My boyfriend Luke, the cadet commander, didn't even reach down to help.

Instead, he handed the only medical vasure for the whole squad to his childhood sweetheart, Amber. Amber's got asthma. She literally won't make it in this 110 degree heat. Sloan, cut the crap and get back in formation.

Luke, don't be too hard on her. I just saw on Snap that she was betting people in the group chat she'd pull a fainting challenge today just to get out of the ruck for clout. Since you love acting so much, go inventory the tactical gear in there. I've been way too soft on you. Now you think you can treat Hell Week like some joke for

Inside that box it was a literal air fryer. Had to be at least 120 degrees. Luke! I'm not faking it! Please, open up! I can't breathe. Come talk to me when you've cleared your head. But he forgot. I'd emailed him my severe VFD diagnosis last night. He just blood-starred

I was gushing uncontrollably. Between the dehydration and the internal bleeding, I started to black out and my heart just stopped in that sufferating heat.