"Ninety degrees."
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"Grant Morgan?"
"Yes?" I stood up, facing the nurse. "The doctors cannot come see you at this time. Her heart stopped in the middle of the operation."
The nurse left me to stand there on shaky feet, a spinning head and as a man who was hoping the world would never fade to black, both for his sister and himself.
I had unanswered questions. I knew Cammie had secrets. And I knew that there were very few people in the world who could possibly give me answers.
One I could call, text, but not reach in time.
His name was Zachary Goode.
One was dead.
Her name was Rachel Morgan.
And one was in jail as a father who wants to talk to his daughter.
Matthew Andrew Morgan, imprisoned for the murder of Rachel Morgan.
I promised myself to go to great extents for answers.
Even if it meant facing a murderer.
Even if it meant facing the person I hated most.
Even if it meant talking to my dad.
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"Eighty nine degrees."
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I decided to film on the flight.
"Hey guys, Zach here and I'm posting this to my collab channel and my personal one. I'm on my way to Wayliff hospital, Cammie..."
Is, as a word, can be horrible. I could have used it to finish that sentence in a majority of ways.
Is in surgery.
Is being operated on.
Is dead.
"She's in surgery right now... And... And..." I sighed. "Sorry, you guys, I won't be editing this video because I want you guys to get an update as soon as possible. I know that as a YouTuber, I should probably be trying to showcase my best work, but right now I'm really worried. I might not even post this video. But if I do... Her heart stopped during the operation, and I'm flying there to see her. Reminder, please donate to help her pay off medical bills, links will be in the box below. It was awesome seeing you guys at VidCon."
I closed my camera just as a flight stewardess walked by and informed me that we would land in only a few minutes.
Please be okay, Cammie.
I...
I...
I can't live without you.
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"Ninety degrees."
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"You have a visitor," the big, burly guard told me, and I bit my tongue in hopes that it would be my daughter.
"Grant?"
He sat down on a bench across from my cell, then leaned forward with his elbows resting on his knees and his face level with mine.
"Why?"
I blinked in confusion, then let a small smirk graze my lips.
"What do you mean, why? You know I'm an old man, I need context."
He shifted a bit but continued to stare at me intensely.
"Why are you an alcoholic? Why did you kill mom? What do you know about my sister?"
My smirk faded and my forehead creased.
"You and Cammie both thought I was the bad guy, didn't you?"
He rolled his eyes. "We do. I need my answers-"
"You said do," I interrupted. "So she's alright?"
His face betrayed no emotion. "I'm not going to tell you about her state or condition until you give me the answers I need."
I nodded, only because I needed to know how my daughter was.
"And just so you know, I didn't kill your mother."
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"Ninety one degrees."
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I laughed.
"Likely story. There's evidence-"
"Oh, but that's the wrong evidence. Ever wonder if I had been framed?"
"You weren't framed," I shot back at him. "You have an alibi. An excuse. A reason to do what you did-"
"And would those reasons be a great way to frame someone?"
He leaned closer to me so our faces almost touched.
"I didn't kill your mother. She killed herself."
Suicide.
"Do you need context now, Grant?"
I didn't move, only blinked once.
"I'll take that as a yes."
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"Ninety two degrees."
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"Your mother loved you and Cammie. And she hated me, telling me that she couldn't love me anymore after I had abused the trio of you. I made her stay, though. Anyways, she wanted me to suffer for making our family suffer. She wanted me to go to jail. But she couldn't prove it, apparently. So she took old beer bottles and made them explode while she was driving in her car, knowing she would die."
My son was dubious. He raised an eyebrow and asked, "And how would you know all this?"
I shrugged. "I had gotten her drunk. She spilled everything to me."
He straightened his back, folded his hands in his lap.
"I don't believe you."
I knew he would say that.
"But you're persuading me. Keep at it. Right now I need to go to my sister."
My eyes lit up briefly, in hope. "How... How is she?" I asked, trying not to let too much of my excitement leak into my voice.
Tears brimmed his eyes and threatened to fall out as he whispered, "Her heart stopped in the middle of the operation."
He left silently.
Go, Grant. Go make sure my daughter is okay.
And I was left to sit alone in the dark corner of my cell; alone, lonely, and wondering.
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"Ninety three degrees."
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I ran through the second floor hallways of Wayliff hospital, desperately looking for room 273, where Cammie was being operated on. They had a huge glass screen and I pressed my hands against the cool glass, my eyes darting around the room trying to catch a glimpse of Cammie's face.
But no.
I saw blood.
Too much blood.
One of the surgeons pulled away, hands dripping with blood that I could only hope wasn't Cammie's. The surgeon moved to the sink, rinsing off his hands to get the blood off before resuming. I glanced at a heart rate monitor nearby.
It was still.
Another screen was up, presumably showing her temperature at an ever fluctuating 93 degrees. She could die at any moment.
And she would never know that I loved her.
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"Ninety four degrees."
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"Zach," I said softly, placing a hand on his shoulder. His breathing labored but he didn't turn away from the surgery.
"Zach," I said louder, hoping to get his attention. He only pushed harder against the glass window, silent. I placed my other hand on his shoulder and had to force him to face me.
I hadn't seen him since he had left for VidCon. He must have worried so much about her, and I could only tell because of his bloodshot eyes and visible bags under his eyes. He was stressed, worried, and dying inside.
One of the worst things to ever feel.
His lips moved but his eyes seemed glazed over and he acted as if he was off in a different world, distant. I had to wait a few minutes before I could make out what he was mumbling to himself.
"She'll be okay. She'll be okay. She'll be okay. She'll be okay."
We heard a shout from inside the surgery room and immediately broke off our gaze to look inside the other room, expecting sorrow and Cammie's death.
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Temperature: 96 degrees.
Heart Rate: 75 bpm.
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"SHE'S STABLE!"
The heart rate monitor was now showing that Cameron Morgan's heart was beating at a steady 75 beats per minute.
Cammie Morgan had just survived the Kessinger.
I had almost redeemed myself. I couldn't help the smile that crossed my face, and everyone around the table turned to hug the person next to them.
The surgery was over.
A teenager and a woman probably only a few years older than him were peering through the glass window, their eyes wide with worry but softening when they saw our smiles. I grabbed a piece of paper and a pen after pulling off my gloves and wrote,
CM IS ALIVE
I turned back to the operating table, immensely proud of myself and my team.
I had just performed the Kessinger for the second time.
And Cammie Morgan was now a survivor.
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"Doctors at Wayliff have been working a forty eight hour shift all the way through on famed YouTuber Cammie Morgan, who had been injured in the Kaery accident. Her family has released a statement that Cammie is quote '...Stable, and awake. More importantly, Cammie Morgan is alive and we have Doctor Grace Till to thank for that.' A new procedure known as the Kessinger had been done on Morgan, and she is the only person to have survived after being operated on."
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"So I can see her now?" Doctor Williams nodded and ushered me to her room. Doctors decided to induce a coma on her, it had been almost a week since they put her in her comatose state.
Now they were allowing visitors.
The room had been freshly sprayed with something before I entered, some scented germ killer. Cammie was hooked up to a little less than half of the machines in the room.
She looked almost peaceful lying there on the hospital bed. Her eyes were closed, her hair fanned across the pillow.
It was much like the time I visited her before surgery. But this time I avoided touching her body, which was covered in casts and bandages. I wanted to reach and grab and hold her hand, but no. I couldn't.
I was physically unable to hold her left hand, or run my fingers down her arm.
Doctors had removed it during surgery.
Don't panic when you wake up, Cammie. I promise everything will be okay.
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I wanted so badly to open my eyes. I felt a presence, lingering beside me while I laid down on my back. I felt a sudden emptiness where my arm was. I couldn't see anything, and that irked me the most. I wanted to open my eyes and see.
I wanted to know what was going on.
I pushed myself to wake up.
Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up.
Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up.
My eyes stung when they were pierced with the brightest light I had ever seen.
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Key: third, Grant, third, Zach, third, Matthew, third, Grant, third, Matthew, third, Zach, third, Bailey, third, Grace, third, Zach, and Cammie.
So. I was thinking. I might make a spinoff of this story of where Cammie dies and how everyone else copes with their loss. Maybe as a one shot. Let me know if you think I should do that.
Before I forget: To we-all-change who was a bit confused, *whispers* I may or may not have a sudden obsession with jacksgap *laughs nervously* No, I did that just because he was stressing a bit about a video not being posted and he felt he needed... Idk emotional support on the plane ride? Sorry about that. And on a more serious ;) note, if I woke up and saw Jack and Finn like RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME and SMILING, the first thing I would probably do would be scream. Because I might have thought that I just died. And if they started to TALK TO ME, I'd probably continue screaming because OMIGOSHJACKANDFINNHARRIESARETALKINGTOMEOMIGOSHOMIGOSHOMIGOSH. And I would fangirl. Excessively.
(I'm kinda being wary of how far into detail in going into this because this is the internet and if Jack/Finn stumble across this fanfic I don't want to seem really creepy and strange and weird but hopefully they come across this stuff all the time and just in case if you are Jack/Finn then I'm apologizing profusely to you because so sorry I'm really weird like that and I love your work and videos and yeah I do run on sentences when I'm nervous or apprehensive and mmkay I'll stop now...) :)
But yeah, right now I'm amidst a huge obsession known as the YouTube realm, so please excuse any future fangirling from this point forward.
Shout outs to SoulofEssence, Liela54352, we-all-change (x2), smile-is-the-best-disguise Purplemockingjay4, Believe514, meisInteligent and Kayla- don't forget to RFRF!