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Chapter 18 – Bex's POV

Time: 1:29 pm

Location: Gran Samaritan Hospital

In the past twenty four hours I alerted Cammie's parent that she's in surgery. They came as soon as possible to the hospital all the way in South Africa. Matthew and Rachel desperately stood from tried seats when a nurse walked in calling their names. "Mr. and Mrs. Morgan,"

"That is us." The words came out with dread.

"I'm sorry to disturb you but has Cameron received any allergic reaction to anesthesia in any previous occasion? During the surgery unfortunately, the scrap of metal was far too deep near the ovaries; she will not be able to have children. It seems we are having difficulties waking her up. She should have been up a long time ago. Her blood pressure is dropping."

The overwhelming news swept over me, they sunk in and I was caught off guard. Meanwhile everyone in the waiting room turned chaotic. Cammie's father tried to push his way through the doors. "I have the same blood type! What does she need!"

"This is a waiting game now. There's nothing we can do."

Liz burst into a weeping fest; Chal tried consoling her. Zach fled the room as if it were on fire, as if he could not leave fast enough. He must be so devastated I went after him even though it was to the men's bathroom. I waited a while before going in though, just in case.

"Are you okay?"

"Wrong bathroom." Zach washed his face at the sink. But that didn't conceal his red eyes. I crossed my arms.

"Depends. Is it?"

"Is she going to wake up?" He stared at me through the mirror.

"She's like Joe."

"And if she isn't?"

"Don't talk like that! She is."

"And if she isn't?"

I sighed. Only one of us could dwell on the negative side right now. Looking at Zach's shining heartbroken eyes I knew I had to be the strong one, not him. "Well, then we're just going to have to hope for the best."

"Oh God, Bex" His voice cracked, actually cracked!

"C'mere"

I unfolded my arms and wrapped them around Zach reassuringly. The emotions on his face are the kind you shouldn't see on a tough guy like him; he was at war with himself. My feelings eventually won me out. We cried. (He was basically dead inside.) He trembled under my arms. I learned something right there on the spot. Zach Goode is not a man of words or actions. He is a man of reactions. And he loves Cammie, more than anyone can dream to imagine.

Liz's POV

Time: 8:10 am

Location: Same: Gran Samaritan Hospital

-Things that happened these past four weeks- A list by Liz Sutton

Bex put Grant in an asylum. How many times: 9

Amount of time Chal and I bailed him out: 7 (me) 2 (Chal)

Abby and Mr. Solomon arrived to see Cammie.

Zach roamed the hospital. How many times: 23,843 in four weeks

Cammie got mail from Tina, Courtney, Mick, Eva, Anna, Kim and other senior Gallagher Girls wishing her well and telling her to keep kicking butt. Mail sent from all over the world, Cairo, Tokyo, Dubai, Venezuela, Madrid, Sydney, Germany and Switzerland.

Chal prayed for Cammie: 6 times

Number of time's he denied doing it: 5

Number of times he got defensive and said 'Fine, I prayed. I'm religious, so what?' : 1

Jonas offered coming to South Africa. I said no. I'll be fine, same way Cammie's going to wake up.

Number of times I did that thing that I also did to Mr. Solomon while he was in a coma to improve his memory: 24

Number of times I got kicked out of the room: 24

Number of times Cammie's mom told the doctors not to meddle instead of vice versa: 26

And a strange man came to visit Cammie. He was British. And he talked to Zach.

I watch out a window dazed due to sleepless nights, not from worry. No, I know Cammie is going to wake up. I am tired from all the movies I've been watching lately; wasting time while the doctors monitor Cammie and try to keep me out of the room occasionally. Cammie's blood pressure went up, by the way. I'm tiny. I know I'm small but even the doctors fail at keeping me out to work my psychological work on Cam. Out the window things get interesting when Bex was outside furiously yelling, from what I can tell, agitated at Grant. At least she's finally talking to him.

Bex's – POV – Week two of Cammie's coma

Time: 8:09

It was a clean clear sunny day. Grant was alone outside. We have not spoken in three weeks. I tried simmering my anger and other abandoned feelings of resentment but they boiled to the surface. I swung the glass door open and marched towards him. He paced facing my way sceptically. I slapped him hard, crisp and I left all my fingers marked maroon. That was probably uncalled for, I think. But I smacked him again. The words flew out of my mouth. "I can't believe you dare to consider hurting Cammie. Let alone actually do it."

"I didn't want to do it." Grant said, guiltily. It doesn't make me feel better.

"You did it anyway! You two are friends, closer even like brother and sister! What possessed you to do such a thing, to-?"

I did not get side tracked nor did I trail off. I just didn't want to finish because I knew how the question would end. So instead I fidgeted under his intense gaze. Grant takes a slow step forward. Keeping his hands in sight, I stayed but I tensed. He tore my trust that isn't easily repaired. Grant did not yell, scream or shout, unlike me.

"Don't you think I'd protect Cam? Why don't you ask why I did it? Or why I didn't go all the way?"

"Fine," I exhaled sharply and locked eyes with him. He might lie to me. I ushered him on crossing my arms. "Why did you do it?"

"I was threatened by Dr Steve. Why else would I have done it? All I did was beat her up and that's not what he wanted. A life for many lives, if I didn't kill Cammie he was going to kill everyone: Zach, Liz, Macey, Chal, Jonas, Joe, Abby Rachel, Matthew, you, their parents."

"And your parents?"

"They're dead. I wasn't going to do what he asked of me. I looked for a loophole."

I gaped. His mom and dad were his only family. Grants eye were glassy full of sorrow. He was trying to prevent us the same fate, losing our families and love ones. He already lost his. I felt like a bloody idiot for thinking otherwise. I hugged him whispering. "I am so sorry. I didn't know."

"It's okay." I felt his hot breath in my ear. "You know, they don't need her, Cammie, anymore. They want her dead."

"I don't get why they'd…."

"Because of what she's capable of, she's the only person in the entire world who can take them down."

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