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Right before the doors they disappeared through slammed shut, I saw her flash her fingers: One, four, three.

I love you.

Zach's POV

I smiled. Even though we've never done that before, I knew exactly what it meant.

I sat around in the waiting room for hours. I think I even fell asleep once or twice. I wouldn't admit it, but I was worried. Extremely worried. I went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. I had dark circles under my eyes, and my hair was messy. I splashed some cool water on my face and gripped the sides of the sink tightly, taking deep breaths.

"Hey, man. You okay?" A guy a little shorter than me said. He was washing his hands in the sink next to me, and he had brown eyes. He looked sympathetic.

"Yea. My girlfriend's really sick. I'm just worried about her." I replied. My voice was rough and dry. Ugh. I need water.

"My fiance was diagnosed with cancer a year ago." His face turned solemn. "She's on life-support right now. I don't know if she'll..."

Even though I'm a guy, and I'm supposed to be big and tough, I could feel my heart break a little. If Cam was that close to death...well, let's just say I wouldn't be as put together as this guy was.

"I'm...I'm sorry for you." I said.

"Yea. I seem strong on the outside, right?" He laughed darkly. "What I really wanna do is curl up in that dark corner there and cry. But we gotta be strong for our girls, ya know?"

I chuckled. "I know what you mean. Well," I looked at him. "I sincerely hope your fiance gets better. You guys will grow up and get married and have a wonderful life together."

Woah. Where did that come from?

Cam was making me soft.

He laughed. "Thanks. I hope your girlfriend gets better soon. I'm Thomas, by the way."

"Zach." And with that, I left and went to the little cafeteria. I bought an overpriced bottle of water and went back to the waiting room. I downed it all in ten seconds. I tossed the bottle in the trash can and sat down.

"Zachary Goode?" A nurse called, squinting at her clip board.

"Yes?" I stood up.

She looked up and smiled at me. "Your friend's all better. You can come see her now. We gave her some medication, though, so she might be sleeping."

I breathed out a sigh of relief. "Thanks."

"She's in room 304."

I went to the elevator and practically sprinted to her room. She came in and she was half-asleep. She smiled.

"Finally." She said sarcastically. "I was waiting for you."

I smirked. "I knew you couldn't resist this hot body." I came down and sat on the chair next to her bedside.

"Don't be a jerk when I'm all..blehh." She mumbled. I chuckled.

"Go to sleep now."

And that's exactly what she did.

A few days later, Cammie was healthy enough to come back to the hotel. We both desperately needed a shower, and I let her go first. She came out in a baggy t-shirt and sweats, her wet wavy hair tied up in a messy bun. When she opened the door to the bathroom, rolls of steam came out with her, and I smelled the scent of her shampoo.

"Your turn." She said, tossing her dirty clothes into a hamper. I showered, and we sat down on the floor. It was around two o' clock in the afternoon, and it was a Wednesday.

"We have to come up with an idea on how we're going to find Bex and Grant." She stated the obvious.

"Oh, really Gallagher Girl? I thought we were making a game-plan on what to have for dinner." I rolled my eyes.

"I was just saying." She laughed.

So we thought.

And thought.

And thought.

And the time ticked by. It was four o' clock now, and suddenly Cammie popped up from the spot she was sitting on the floor.

"I remember!" She shrieked.

"What?" I asked, looking up at her.

"Back at Gallagher, my friends and I made a plan. If any of us ever went missing-well, here. Let me start from the beginning. When we were seniors, my genius friend Liz made us these special hair-ties. See? This one here." She shoved her wrist in my face.

"Well, if you stretch it out like this," She took it off her wrist and stretched it out. "It'll open." The black elastic parted and a button popped up. "If we press the button, it'll send signals to a little device we hid in one of Gallagher's secret passageways. We could communicate through morse code with the button. I totally forgot about this!" She squealed.

"Well, it's in Gallagher's secret passageway. How are we going to get it?" I asked.

"I'll tell Macey to ship it over here. If we get the device, there's a button on that, too. We send messages through that button and the hair tie will start vibrating. She'll know that we found the device, so she can tell us where she is!"

I smirked. "Great. So call your friend Macey and have her ship it over."

She grabbed her phone.

"Hey, Mace?"

I heard squealing on the other end.

"Yea, I miss you too! Lizzie, also. You remember those hair ties that Liz made back in 12th grade? Yea. Go get the device and send it over here. Yes, use fast shipping! Bex is about to die and you wanna save money buy using the regular shipping..?" Cammie mumbled.

I snorted.

"Okay. Great." Cammie told them the address of our hotel and out room number. Her friend hung up and Cammie sighed, content.

"I'll be here tomorrow." She said.