AN: I'm back! :D How's everybody doing? This is a multi-chapter fic, and it is a sequel to "Three Days", so it will deal with the aftermath/recovery of the camping trip. Also, it will deal with the growing relationship between Kendall and Camille. This story is pretty much finished already, so all you have to do is REVIEW and you'll get the next chapter :D NO SLASH! Only pairing is Kendall/Camille. All scenes between Camille and James are strictly friendship, too. Lots of hurt/comfort/angst, plenty of romance, and a dash of humor :P
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Camille smiled to herself as she ran a brush through her silky, clean curls. It was 11:15am, 78° outside, the sun was basking Los Angeles in it's bright rays, Camille had just taken a forty-five minute shower, and the boys were coming home today. Yep, it was definitely a good day - which was a nice change. Camille smoothed her hands over her shirt, satisfied with her appearance. She wore a simple amount of makeup, a powder blue tank top, boot cut jeans, and brown wedge high heels. With a smile still plastered to her face, Camille exited the bathroom and met up with her dad in the lobby. Her dad had been on a vacation/business meeting in New York when she, Kendall, and James had gone on their camping trip. Needless to say, he had freaked out when the real happenings of their camping trip were revealed to him. Her dad was going to take her to the hospital now and drop her off, then Mrs. Knight would drive her and the boys back to 2J. Camille had a feeling that she was going to have chaperones for a really long time. She knew her dad didn't blame Kendall for everything that had happened, Camille figured that the whole "my child was in a car crash so now an adult must drive her everywhere for three years" thing was kind of what parents felt they had to do. "You ready, Camille?" her dad asked, opening the apartment door for her. "Ready" she replied.
Camille waved to her dad as he drove away, and then she stepped inside of the hospital. Mrs. Knight and Carlos were in the lobby waiting for her. Mrs. Knight smiled and hugged Camille, "How are you doing, sweetheart?" she asked. "Much better, Mrs. Knight. Just eager for the boys to be home." Camille replied. Mrs. Knight nodded, "We all are". "How's it going, Carlos? Where's everybody else?" Camille asked, fist bumping the young, helmet-clad boy. "Everything's good. Logan and Katie stayed behind to finish up with the apartment." he replied. Camille smiled, she figured that they would be throwing a party for the arrival of James and Kendall. The nurse who had been in charge of Kendall and James came out and into the lobby, "Mrs. Knight. Camille." she greeted, smiling. "Kendall and James can finally go home now. I wouldn't keep them waiting, though , if I were you. They are a tad antsy." she said. Mrs. Knight smiled and thanked the nurse for all she had done. Then, the three of them headed towards rooms 109 and 112. James' room was the closest to them, so they arrived there first. Camille knocked lightly on the door and waited patiently for a response. "Come in!" came the reply from within the room. Camille opened the door and entered the room, quickly followed by Mrs. Knight and Carlos. James was dressed in a fresh pair of clothes (courtesy of Logan and Katie's visit yesterday) and was sitting on the edge of the hospital bed. "Hey there" Camille greeted, coming over and taking a seat beside the tall boy. James flashed her his million-dollar smile and gave her a gentle side hug, mindful of his sling. He was going to need physical therapy for several weeks for his arm, but other than that, the wound on his side was healing quite nicely, according to their doctor. James seemed genuinely excited to be leaving this hospital and going home to his own comfy bed, but something seemed….off. Camille put her arm around his shoulders comfortingly, "Everything okay?" she asked casually. Sensing unusual behavior and being able to tell when something was wrong happened to come naturally to women, and Camille was no exception. James was not telling her something, she knew it. "Yeah, I'm just tired. I've been having trouble…getting to sleep." he replied Yup, having trouble getting to sleep, also known as nightmares, or "night terrors". Both Kendall and Camille had been struggling with sleeplessness and frightening dreams, she had figured that James was having the same problem. That was okay, though, since the experience of being stuck in a tent for three and a half days, injured, and scared was less than a candy land type of a thing to go through. Camille looked around the room, noticing that Mrs. Knight and Carlos were awkwardly standing in the doorway, seemingly interested in the wood of the door. Camille pulled James a little closer so that their shoulders were pressed up against each other in a semi-hug. "I know. All three of us are having problems right now, but that's understandable, James. It hasn't even been a week since that ordeal." she said. James continued to stare at his lap, resembling a little boy who had just admitted that he had stolen a piece of candy - sad, scared, and feeling embarrassed about the whole thing. "Maybe things will be easier once we get settled at home, huh? C'mon, let's go." she said, standing up and taking his hand. James just nodded, finally making brief eye contact with her, and took her hand so she could lead him out of the room. Mrs. Knight smiled at James and Camille, making believe that she had not overheard their conversation, "Okay, Carlos and I will take James to the car, and then pick up his meds. Can you round up Kendall for me and get him to the car?" she asked. Camille nodded and started to make her way to room 112.
Upon entering Kendall's room, Camille was met by the sight of Kendall failing miserably in the attempt of putting on a shirt. Camille smiled and walked over to him, "Having trouble, hon?" she teased. Kendall pulled his shirt off of his head and smiled at her, his hair standing on end due to the disruption. "Need some help?" Camille asked, coming over and taking the white undershirt from him. "Ugh, please." he answered. Camille glanced down at the white bandages that wrapped around his slim torso. As if forgetting their camping trip wasn't hard enough, she had those white bandages to remind for several weeks. Kendall's thick eyebrows furrowed in worry and he looked at her, "You okay?" he asked. Camille snapped out of her daze, "Yeah. Sorry, I spaced off for a sec." she answered. Carefully and slowly, she helped him into his white shirt. "How are you doing today?" Camille asked. "Well, I'm in desperate need of a four-hour shower, a back massage, and a very large burger." he replied, shooting what resembled a bowl of soup a disgusted look for emphasis. Camille laughed and helped him get his arms into his green and white checkered flannel shirt. "Once we get home, you can have all three." she replied and Kendall grinned mischievously. Camille stepped closer to him and began to button his shirt for him. "You look exceptionally beautiful today." Kendall said. Camille smiled, "You say that EVERY day." Kendall bent down and kissed her, "Mmhhm, 'cause it's true." he whispered against her lips. Camille smiled, extremely happy that she had decided to wear her wedge heels today. Now, she was actually tall enough to reach his soft lips. He smiled, leaving his lips just inches away from hers, and looked at her with sparkling green eyes. Camille felt her heart start to pound at the feeling of his hot breath on her face, the smell of the mint toothpaste that the hospital had lent him made him even more irresistible. Kendall kissed her again, longer and deeper this time, and Camille couldn't help but enjoy it while it lasted. Time seemed to stop altogether when she was with this man, let alone when she was attached to his lips. Several seconds later, Camille pulled away, dazed. "Ok, your mom, Carlos, and James are waiting for us. We've got to go now" she breathed. Kendall just smiled and went to kiss her again, but Camille ducked out of the way. "Darling, I love you, I really do, but I'm not going to be able to walk out of here if you kiss me again." she laughed. It was true, one more kiss from Kendall and her knees would turn to pudding…and stay that way for quite some time. It had happened before. She looked up and Kendall grinned at her. " I didn't think it was possible, but being in this hospital is making you naughtier." she said and Kendall shrugged innocently. Camille grabbed his duffle bag and wrapped an arm around his waist, above the bandages, so she could help him to the car. Kendall took a couple of steps forward and sucked in a breath. "You doin' okay?" Camille asked, stopping to give him a break. He really wasn't used to walking around yet, he had been bedridden for the past five days during his stay in the hospital. Kendall squeezed his eyes shut and nodded, "Yeah. Yeah, I'm okay." he replied. Camille gave him a few more seconds before they continued towards the car. It was a slow walk, but they finally reached their destination. Camille opened up the backseat and helped Kendall get in and seated before going over to the side with her seat. "Wait. Don't we need to pick up some meds?" Kendall asked, confusedly. Both Kendall and James had antibiotics and pain medication prescribed for them. Mrs. Knight tossed a bag back to him from the driver's seat, "Already got 'em, sweetheart." she said. Kendall nodded and put the bag of medication next to him. Camille buckled her seat belt and glanced around the car one last time to make sure they had everything. James was already asleep in the very back of the car with the duffle bags, Kendall was right next to her, and Mrs. Knight and Carlos were in the front. Okay, everyone and everything was accounted for. Camille smiled as Kendall reached over and grabbed her hand. He flashed her a pearly-white smile, his dimples instantly comforting her, and she exhaled deeply. Next destination: home.
Semi-uplifting chapter, huh? Well, that'll change ;) What did you guys think? Please review! If I get enough reviews, I'll post the next chapter very soon!