A second chapter for my lovely readers, I hope you enjoyed the first but please put a smile on my face and review - I wanna know what you think and let me know what you think is wrong with Camille, I'd love to know if anyone has guessed it correctly!
Still no BTR in my bedroom so I guess I still don't own them!
Third person POV:
Camille felt the heat first, coming from a ray of sunlight of to left of her limp body. She felt someone's cool breath against her neck next, assuming it was just Logan lay next to her in bed. Left? She thought, her eyes still closed. The window is to the right in our room.
The scent of coffee mixed with a burning smell of sterile cleanliness hit her nose suddenly as more of her senses came alive.
She could taste the clean atmosphere now, the scent was to pungent to ignore in any way. Muffled voices sounded to her right, she didn't recognise two of the three voices though she knew that she should but instead latched on to the steady sound of Logan's voice, knowing it was her only anchor to the truth she craved.
"Camille honey, can you open your eyes for me?" She heard a female voice say. Eventually coming to the conclusion that it was Mamma Knight she opened them like she was told. Greeted by the harsh artificial light hanging above her.
She heard Logan say "Oh thank God" to her right, concluding that it was his breath on her neck earlier from his seat next to her hospital bed. Hospital bed? She attempted to sit upright, but failed when she felt the agonising pain in her abdomen, recalling the same pain from the previous night, judging by the sun telling her it was morning. "You've got to stay lying down Cammie" Logan told the brunette, helping her get comfortable again.
"What happened?" She asked, her voice hoarse. Logan handed her some water, which she took gratefully.
"You blacked out at dinner, do you remember?" Mamma Knight asked motherly, being Camille's 'designated grown-up' since her dad left to go back to Connecticut two years ago, missing Camille's mother and siblings that they'd left there.
"Yeah I do." Camille replied "Did I spend the night here?"
She felt Logan grab her hand "Camille, you've been unconscious for two full days, that was Friday night, it's Monday morning." He told his girlfriend, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze.
"What happened?" She asked. "Why was I out for so long?"
Logan shrugged in answer.
Katie, the other person in the room stepped forward and smiled at Camille "Everyone else just got here" she told her non-biological 'sister' "I'll go tell them you're awake"
As Katie left a doctor entered the room, smiling at Camille in a friendly way. Mamma Knight turned to the bed "I'll go with Katie." She said, leaving.
The doctor spoke "I'm doctor Smith" a British accent rang true in his every word. "We've done a lot of tests while you've been out and came to quite a finding. Can we talk in private?" He asked, looking to Logan.
Logan squeezed Camille's hand again and got up to leave "No!" Camille almost shouted. "You can say whatever you need to say in front of Logan, I need him here." She told the doctor, refusing to let go of Logan's hand.
"Sure" Dr Smith replied as Logan returned to his seat. "Can I have your relationship with Miss Roberts for the record?"
Logan cleared his throat "Yes, I'm her boyfriend."
"Long-term?" The doctor asked.
Both nodded and Logan added "7 years." In response.
Doctor Smith pulled the second chair in the room to sit in front of the hospital bed Camille occupied and grabbed the remote from the frame "mind if I sit you up?" He asked, Camille shook her head and the doctor slowly pressed the button to incline the angle Camille sat at until she was in a better position to see the middle-aged man.
"So you know what's wrong with me?" Camille asked.
"I'm afraid we do, it's very serious and rather heartbreaking..."
