He tilted his head down, and our lips met for the very first time.

ZPOV

I felt Cam smile into the kiss, and I deepened it, rolling on top of her. She played with the hairs at the nape of my neck. Once we started to run out of air, I pulled back and looked at her. She grinned, but then let out a little cough.

"Let's sleep. You're tired." I whispered. I rolled onto my side and wrapped my arm around her stomach, and our fingers wrapped together. I fell asleep to her steady breathing.

I woke up, but I kept my eyes closed. My internal clock was telling me it was still early, 8:23 in the morning. I was still holding Cam's hand-we were in the exact same position as the one we fell asleep in. She was giving off a lot of body heat. I cracked my eyes open and saw she was sweating.
Uh oh. I sat up and gently placed the hand that wasn't holding hers on her forehead. She was burning!

"Cam? Cammie, wake up." I shook her.

"Mmm." she groaned and let go of my hand, curling up into a ball. "I don't feel good." She whispered like a little kid. I sighed and got up, phoning the front desk to bring some medicine, cough drops and an ice pack. I sat back down and tucked Cammie in-she was shivering.

"Your fault for running into that rain yesterday." I muttered. She tried to glare at me. She sniffled, and for a while I just sat there on the edge of the bed, rubbing her back while she sniffled and coughed her guts up. The medicine arrived, and I shook two pills from the bottle, and got a glass of water.

"You have to sit up for a minute, Cam, to drink your medicine." I said.

"No." She mumbled.

"Well you wanna choke and die? No. You don't. Come on." I slid the blanket from her body a little. She immediately started trembling violently. I quickly helped her sit up and tucked her back in.

"I think I'm gonna barf." She whispered, gagging slightly. My eyes widened.

"Oh. Um, okay. Just-just wait a minute, okay?" I sprinted to the bathroom, and while I was in there looking for a bucket I could hear her coughing and breathing heavily. There was a convenient little bucket under the sink, and I grabbed it and put it on the drawer.

"Barf in there, okay?" She nodded. I placed the water and pills in her hand, but when she lifted the glass she spilled a little since her hand was shaking so much. I helped her get some water into her mouth, and she placed the pills on her tongue, and she swallowed. She drank a little more water and placed the glass down. I made her some food, but she refused to eat any of it.

Even after doing my puppy dog face, she just looked away and pushed the plate away from her.

It was about two o' clock in the afternoon now, and I was sitting next to her reading. She had an intense headache, but she couldn't fall asleep, so she was sitting there pouting. I looked up from my book.

"I'm really sorry." She said miserably. I blinked at her.

"For what?"

"This is totally delaying the mission. I was so stupid, running out in the rain like that. I'm sorry."

I tossed the book on the floor and wrapped my arm around her shoulder.

"It's not your fault you got sick. It's my fault for being such an idiot and not believing you." She was already shaking her head, and was about to say something until our door crashed open. She jumped, and I got up from the bed, silently grabbing napotine patches and stuffing them in my pocket. I hid behind a wall until four figures in black jumped out, all of them going to the bed where Cammie was laying, wrapped up in her blanket, half asleep.

I lunged, and immediately tackled one of them. The other three were stunned, thinking that she was the only one in the room. I got off the one I tackled and kicked their jaw, causing them to roll over and groan. They got up and tried to punch my stomach, but I grabbed their arm and flipped them over my shoulder. I put three patches on him, just to make sure he wouldn't wake up. One of them was already lifting Cam up, so I went for him. I balanced on one foot and slammed the other foot as hard as I could into the back of his head, and I caught Cammie and placed her back on the bed. She was currently unconscious, because they had put a napotine patch on her forehead. I quickly peeled it off. I don't think that would help her get better from her sickness. I whirled around and put four patches on the one I kicked on the head, adding Cam's semi-used one. The other two had fled, and I stood their catching my breath. I called the CIA number, and a couple of guys came and disposed of the two men I had knocked out.

Cammie didn't wake up for another hour, but about halfway through her sleep she started panting really hard. I was in the shower, but thank god for spy training. I quickly got out and pulled on jeans, and threw the towel I was using to dry my hair over my shoulder. She had woken up and her hand was halfway to the bucket, hesitating. She was probably wondering if she was going to throw up or not.

I don't think those pills were working. I checked her forehead again, and she was even hotter than she was in the morning.

"I think you need to go to the hospital." I muttered.

"NO!" She said loudly. "No. I hate hospitals. I don't need to." She muttered.

"Cameron," I muttered.

"Zachary," She glared back. "I'm good. See?" She weakly attempted to get off the bed and stand up, but why watch her do it when you know she's going to fall on her face? I caught her and carried her down to the lobby, and then outside. She was complaining the whole way, and she even started to fake-cry, saying she was scared of hospitals. When the first tear fell down her cheek, my heart melted and I almost put her down, until she told me she was afraid, which was when her pupils dilated, telling me she was lying. I had just rolled my eyes and kept walking. Then she said she needed to throw up, but, again, her pupils dilated.

I got a taxi, and lay her down on the backseat. She just curled up into a ball, only taking up two seats, so I sat on the right seat next to the window.

"Take us to the hospital, please." I told the driver. He looked alarmed. "My girlfriend is extremely sick, and the medicine did not help her." I explained.

He nodded and quickly drove us to the hospital. I carried her inside, and the lady at the front desk paled, thinking Cam was dead. She was quite pale, but I told her my girlfriend had an extremely high fever, and that the pills did not help.

"Oh, my." she said. "Well, let him," she motioned to one of the doctors, "take her, dear. I'm afraid you can't be in the same room until she's better. You may wait in here, if you would like."

I gingerly handed Cam over to the doctor, and he placed her on one of those rolling bed things. Right before the doors they disappeared through slammed shut, I saw her flash her fingers: One, four, three.

I love you.

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