Maya had left an hour ago, leaving Cam to his thoughts. Mrs. Saunders had brought him lunch, but he didn't have the energy to eat it. His conversation with Maya had left him drained and all he wanted to do was get back on the ice. He never thought he'd miss hockey this much. He laid back on his pillow, thinking. He couldn't stop thinking about the person who called his name. At the time, he didn't recognize the voice, but that's only because he in the middle of passing out from blood loss.
"Cam?" A voice said from the doorway.
That voice made Cam grit his teeth. Zig was the last person he wanted to see right now. "Go away."
Zig did the opposite and stepped farther into the room. "Cam, I wanna talk to you."
"Yeah, well, I don't wanna talk to you," Cam said, looking out the window at the rain that had started to fall.
"Would you just listen to me?" Zig said, his voice rising.
The security guard got up from his chair and peered in. Cam waved him off, looking back at Zig. "What? What could you possibly have to say to me now? You were right."
Zig walked to the foot of the bed and put his hands on the bar. "No, I was wrong. You aren't a psycho, Cam. I should have never said those things to you in front of school. I didn't know that you would take what I said so seriously like that."
Cam looked at Zig, disgusted. "You think you're the reason I did this?" He said holding up his wrists. Zig flinched. "Well, you didn't. This wasn't your fault, so stop thinking it is."
"How...how did you know I thought it was my fault?" Zig said, staring down at his hands.
"Maya told me," Cam said with a sigh.
Zig looked up at the mention of the blonde-haired girl they were fighting over. "She did?"
Cam nodded, sitting up and pushing the tray of food away from him. "Yeah. I had to tell her that it wasn't her fault either."
"Why'd you do it?" Zig asked, stepping around to the side of the bed and taking a seat in the chair Mrs. Saunders had been sitting in earlier.
The pain in Cam's wrists was still pretty intense and every time he felt that pain, he remember the pain he felt when he held the skate to them. "I'm depressed, I guess. I was homesick and I was under a lot of stress. It all got the better of me."
"Why didn't you just talk to someone about it?" Zig was full of questions.
Cam pulled the tray of food towards him, suddenly hungry. "I didn't want people to think I was some loser who wanted to hurt himself because I couldn't deal with a little stress."
Zig looked down at his hands. "I don't think you're a loser." He looked up, bracing himself for some snide comment from Cam, but Cam was too shocked to speak. "Look, I'm sorry for everything that happened. I should never have come between you and Maya. I let my feelings for her get the better of me."
Shock was still settled on Cam's face as he said, "No, I'm sorry I got so jealous and reacted the way I did. I was out of control."
The two boys sat in silence. Zig glanced down at his watch. "I, uh, I gotta go. My mom wants me home before dinner."
Cam nodded as Zig stood up. He hesitated before holding his hand out to Cam. "We're cool, right?"
"Yeah," Cam said, shaking Zig's hand, "we're cool. Just don't go stealing my girlfriend."
Zig grinned, turning to leave. "Yeah, sure, okay."