Saturday

"Bex call 911!" A frantic voice shouted out as I heard a bunch of hushed murmurs. "Shit she's bleeding."

"Is she breathing?" A smaller and more shaky voice asked.

"Bex just call 911 and tell them we're 3rd on Don Street there's been a car accident and a person was hit," He ordered.

It seemed like the word hit was a trigger word for me. Because my eyes ripped open to see an older middle age man leaning over my head. His face displayed a hint of relief but also shock as his dark brown eyes peered into mine as if he was look at something in me. The light piercing through my eyes causing me to squint back.

All I could really remember was getting off the train and walking the rest of distance to the library running across a crosswalk risking a chance at-

Oh...yeah.

I looked down at the vomit all over my shirt that indirectly stuck to my skin. The guy had finally stepped back giving me a little space, but still invading it with his eyes. I looked around to see a black S.U.V flashing its headlights with a series of people looking at the disaster. A girl about my age was right behind him with her phone glued to her ears and her eyes stuck on me as well.

"I'm sorry," He manage to choke out. "I...didn't see you and...are you ok?"

I sat up on the street and looked around, "I have to go."

He grabbed my shoulder as if he was trying to stop me from leaving, "You're bleeding. The only place you can go right now is the hospital."

"No my-"

"I think your parents will be fine once they know you're ok and not-

"Foster home," I forced out causing him to completely halt his words and adjust his tie. "I have a curfew."

"Do you have...their uh...number?" He started fumbling over his words. "I can call them have them meet at the hospital."

"Hey Matt, they're on their way," The girl behind him glanced from me to him. She seemed to be his child, but all her features contrasted him. The caramel almost dipping into a mohaghany like color with dark brown eyes and tight kinky hair fitted onto her shoulder.

"The paramedics are coming," He repeated running his hand through his hair. "What's your name."

"Cammie."

"Cammie? Short for Cameron?" I nod. "I'm so sorry for hitting you, you just came up so fast and I couldn't stop in a enough time. I'll take full responsibility…"

"It's fine," I tried to stand up but felt a sharp strain in my leg causing me to collapse back on to the street. I could hear the sirens of ambulance which I thought was a little unnecessary. Almost immediately I whipped my head around looking for the backpack that I had before I was hit. "Where's my bag?"

"Bag?"

"I came here with a backpack..."

"Oh yeah...uh Bex?" He called to the girl who seemingly responded to the name. Bex pulled my navy blue colored backpack into her hand and gave it the man named Matt. "Call your Catherine,, and let Zach know we're going to be late."

The girl started typing on her phone leaving the man to stare at me once again after a few more slow and painfully seconds he finally spoke. "Are you from here?"

"No. Originally from Belfort," Looked down to see a mix of vomit and blood with a dark spot of red on my now unnaturally crooked leg. Looking at it mas de me want to vomit even more so I looked back up to the man.

"Belfort," His voice seemed surprised. "Wow, what a small world."

"Live there?"

"Used to when I was younger, my parents still own a small little restaurant there."

"Angie's Pizza Shop?"

"You used to eat there?" He grinned.

"No, my mom hated the place. Said the food and people were jackasses, I never got the chance to try it," I shrugged. My mother's grudge against the place was weird, but I never questioned it. Plus pizza hut was always a great alternative.

The man pushed his eyebrows together leaving an expression as if he wanted to say more without pushing personal boundaries. Instead he got up and walked towards his daughter mouthing something that caused her face to turn sour.

"Why do we have to…" Her voice started to rise with anger but was hushed by his yet I could still hear fragments of their conversation. "We don't even….she's not even...this is so unnecessary."

Matt walked back towards me the sirens become almost unbearable to listen to. "My stepdaughter is going to meet us at the hospital. I'm going to go with you inside the ambulance."

"You really don't have to," I yelled. "I'll be fine…"

I tried to continue but he turned around to talk to the paramedics gesturing at my leg. Their eyes trailed from my legs to me gently pushing Matt to the side to get to me."Alright ma'am we're going to help you stand."

They lifted me into the bed a third one stopping the man, "Are you a family member?"

I looked at him hoping we would say the right thing. Spoiler, he didn't.

"Yes I am."

Saturday Night

"There's no reason for you to be here."

"You have to understand I can't leave you alone in this condition."

"All I did is break my leg, and I was going to call the caretakers you didn't have to stay."

"I have to talk them and see what I can do about the situation."

"Matt seriously this is ridiculous. We're seriously going to let Zach…"

"Cath is going to pick him up."

"I don't mean to hold you guys up seriously you can go now. I'm in the hospital, I called my caretaker Maurice and he's on his way."

"See?"

"Can I at least get your name so I can work this out? I don't feel comfortable leaving you in this state."

"If it will help you sleep at night, it's Cameron."

"Last name?

"Cameron."

"You're name is Cameron Cameron?"

"Yes."

"Matt she's just trolling you now. Let's go."

"What's your middle name?"

"Ann."

"Cameron Ann Cameron?"

"My mom was on some pretty good morphine. Usually people call me Cammie I leave out the last name aspect."

"Oh."

"Yup."

"Cammie! Oh my god!"

"What's up Maurice. Hey I'm a little hungry and the nurse is taking a little too long. Can you get me a chicken soup from the cafeteria?"

"Are you her caretaker?"

"Yeah, what did she do?"

"Nothing, I guess she was in a hurry and she just ran in front the car."

"Cammie how could you be so reckless?"

"I broke my leg, you think I can sue?"

"Cammie? Seriously?"

"Oh it's alright I can take a joke-"

"Wasn't joking…"

"What's your name sir. I'm so sorry she has inconvenienced you."

"Matthew, and it's fine I just want to get this figured out."

"She's from our foster home, it's a little more complicated than that."

"So her parents…"

"Dead in different ways. My mom is dead and my dad is a deadbeat."

"She doesn't have any relatives on her mother's side they all are too old to care of her themselves. Cammie claims she has estranged Aunt that hasn't had contact in years."

"Yes ask Maurice everything he knows more about my life than I do."

"Cammie you said you would do better. What were you even doing in Broad City?"

"I was going to the library, plus you never asked Maurice."

"They don't need us anymore Matt, let's just go…"

"Can I come by tomorrow so we can...solve this? At nine?"

"Yes of course, I won't be here but my co-worker Ana will be by around eight in the morning."

"Perfect?"

"Perfect."

A/N: No P.O.V in the seconf part of this chapter...may be confusing but I hope you guys enjoy. Sorry it took so long and I literally have no explanation. I had this chapter for awhile and contemplated if I should add it. I have decided I'm confident with it anyways haha. Thank you so much for the suppory and I'll have another chapter coming soon.