A/N: Hi friends! Back with another chapter, yayyyyyy! Continuing the spree still. Also, quick note, I am changing Winter and Jacin's boy's age to 16. For reasons.
light-and-Shadows-Mist-and-ice: I do definitely hundred percent agree. A mom friend is exactly what would complete the circle. I guess you'll just have to see if they meet a *cough* certain *cough* Winter and Jacin child *cough*.
Camille's POV
Camille clung to Celeste's limp body, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her friend had blacked out, and still wasn't breathing. She wished she knew CPR or something, but the best they could hope for was that Thalia could get them down to earth as fast as possible. Honestly, it was like clutching a dead body, except for one small glimmer of hope that her friend was still alive.
One thing she did know how to do was check for a pulse. Pressing her fingers against Celeste's neck, she could feel a faint pulse.
"Just hold on hold on hold on…. We're just entering the first layer of the atmosphere, we should be getting to Mexico within a few minutes," Thalia muttered to herself.
Celeste might not have a few minutes. For all they knew, she could have mere seconds. Every five seconds, Camille kept making sure she still had a pulse. Although with every second it grew weaker.
Five minutes and Thalia was pressing buttons, pulling levers, preparing for landing. Camille wanted to look outside, to see their new surroundings, but she didn't dare leave her dying friends side. Not until there was life in her eyes.
Thalia launched off the chair as soon as the ramp started extending, running over to help Camille carry Celeste's body. Since their friend was taller then both of them, it was a tricky job, but Thalia was strong from working on the farm. Stronger then Camille, that's for darn sure.
Camille noticed they'd landed in a small village, with one specific promising sign. She noticed immediately why Thalia had chosen to land there, it was small, but most importantly- a relatively big building stood in the middle of the town square with a sign reading 'doctor'.
Thankfully, a boy ran out of the building and took Celeste from them. His skin was the color of a light almond, with dark brown eyes and curly brown hair. He had broad shoulders and arms that had an impressive amount of muscles considering most probably 16 year old boys just sat around all day on their portscreens.
There was something about him that made Camille's heart flutter from the moment she saw him rushing out to grab Celeste from them.
"Hey, guys. Here, let me take her. You guys look weary. She'll be looked at right away…. Oh god, she isn't breathing!" he exclaimed, panic rising in his voice. He sprinted back into the building with Camille and Thalia following closely behind.
Celeste was brought into one of various rooms down the corridor. A girl with a dark tan and long purple hair pulled into a sleek ponytail, probably dyed, lay her down on a cot. Camille and Thalia against the wall, wondering if they were even allowed to be in there. The boy was helping the girl.
They immediately had an oxygen mask on Celeste's face after the girl pressed two hands on her chest and pushed hard, once, twice, three times. Celeste gasped, a horrid sound before the mask went on.
Camille watched intently as they worked on Celeste, shining a light in her eyes and doing whatever else. One time, Celeste tried to set up, but fell backward with a grunt. Stars above, she felt like she was drowning in worry for her friend.
It took hours before they decided Celeste could walk, with the aid of her friends, of course.
"You should be ok to get up with fainting, by now," the cute boy exclaimed. "Your friends should probably stay right beside you, just in case, though. There's a hotel just across the street, I'm staying there as well with my parents. If you wanted, I'm pretty sure the room next door is free…. Cheap to but good service," he added, gesturing at Camille and Thalia.
Celeste slowly sat up, rubbing her forehead. Sliding off the cot, she wobbled but Thalia was there to steady her. Camille wrapped her arms around her friend, another small tear slipping down her cheek.
Straightening up, she turned to the cute boy.
"Thank you for…. For…. Saving my friend, I… I…. app-appreciate it," Camille stuttered. She'd never before been so nervous, or stuttery. "I never caught your name? Mine's Camille," she added with what she hoped to be a flirty smile.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Camille. My name's Darien. Darien Clay," the boy- no- Darien, exclaimed, reaching out a hand to shake. He'd said the last part with a cautious smile, and it took a minute for her to figure out why.
"Darien Clay? Clay…. Jacin Clay! My parents are friends with your parents! So are my friends…. You probably have heard of us then, Camille Carswell, Celeste Blackburn and Thalia Kesley!" Camille exclaimed, gesturing to each of her friends as she introduced them. She reached out her hand to Darien's extended, but instead of a handshake, he gently took her hand and brushed a kiss along her knuckles. Camille desperately hoped he didn't notice how she was blushing like mad. Thalia smirked, earning a very hard elbow to the gut which was promptly returned.
Her legs suddenly not working, she stumbled out of the office towards the hotel Darien had told her and her friends about. They'd decided it would be best if Thalia helped Celeste walk seeing as she was the strongest.
They asked the lady at the front desk about available rooms and the price, and Camille noticed the lady was an escort droid seeing as how perfect her proportions were. Something she was good at, though the skill wasn't exactly handy, was pointing out escort droids.
"There's only one room available right now, room 23. If you'd like it, it has two beds, a couch and a netscreen, plus a small kitchen and big bathroom," the escort droid exclaimed brightly. "It's only five univs a day, which I might add is fifteen cheaper considered to the other one down the street," she added, fluttering her eyelashes as she spoke, a warm smile on her face.
"Sure… We'll take it. I can… pay," Celeste spoke out, holding out her wrist. "We're thinking…. A week…. Should be.. Good" she added. Camille noticed Thalia frowning at Celeste being out of breath.
"May I see your wrist to make the payment?" the escort droid asked. Celeste extended her arm.
"Thank you! I hope you have a lovely stay at the hotel, if you have any concerns or problems bring them to the front desk. Enjoy your day!" the droid exclaimed brightly, gesturing towards a pair of stairs that led to the second floor. Camille glanced around for an elevator, which would be easier for her friend, but it seemed Celeste would have to climb the stairs.
When they reached the stairs, Celeste made a raspy sound with her throat. Camille twisted towards her friend, her eyebrows knit in concern.
"Are you ok? I can…. Go get… D…. Darien if you need more help," Camille whispered the last part. Thalia smirked, again.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you? Maybe go makeout in the alley behind the building, to," Thalia snorted. Celeste rolled her eyes while Camille was sure she was red as a tomato.
"Real funny, Thalia," Camille muttered. Although she would never admit it, it didn't seem like the worst plan ever….
"I think I'll be fine," Celeste added when Camille and Thalia had stopped arguing. Camille nodded. Grabbing the card the escort had given them, she swiped it on the small mechanism on door 23. It beeped, flashed green then slid open.
Celeste immediately flopped on one of the beds, rolling over with a groan, her breathing still raspy. Camille was honestly concerned.
They sat around, watching the news on the netscreen in the room when Camille heard two knocks on the door. Getting up from the bed she shared with Thalia, she strode over to the door.
When it slid open, Camille barely hid her surprise at seeing Darien on the other end.
"D…. Darien! Um…. It's good to see you…. We just saw each other like an hour ago. I'm bad at conversing at this current moment. It's good you're here, though, Celeste…. Her breath is raspy," Camille explained, glad for how she made up for stuttering. Darien flashed a smile, before stepping into the room.
"I came to give you some medicine that we forgot to give you earlier, it should help with your breathing. Camille said it's raspy? Are you feeling dizzy, as well?" Darien asked, handing Celeste a clear bottle with cherry pink liquid inside.
"Thank you…. Um…. Yeah…. Talking is…. Hard, to…." Celeste murmured. Darien frowned.
"If you don't mind me doing so, can I check your temperature real quick?" Darien asked. Celeste nodded before dissolving into a fit of coughing. When she finished, Darien brushed some hair out of the way and lay his wrist against her forehead. Camille immediately shoved down the hint of jealousy that he was touching her. Her friend was sick, and she was worried about a boy? Real good job, Camille, real good job, she told herself.
"Hmm…. No fever. Odd. Anyways, one tablespoon of that a day for three days. It doesn't taste that great but it should help," Darien added. Celeste nodded, thanking him again. Darien smiled, turning to go. When he passed her in the hallway, though, he froze, turning towards her.
"If you don't have anything else to do… I'm kind of bored, and it might be cool, I guess, but would you like to take a walk with me? There's a really cool place I think you might like," he suggested. Camille's heart skipped a beat, and she barely managed a nod. She could hear Thalia's very loud snort in the distance as Darien took her hand and brought her outside of the hotel.
His skin was warm to the touch, and walking beside him Camille felt safe. Happy. She knew it was literally way to early to think this, after all, they'd only known each other for an hour, but she began to hope. Hope for something probably impossible.
A/N: Hola! So I hope you guys liked that. I decided not to end it with TO much of a cliffhanger, but you never know what will happen on their walk *grins wickedly*. Have fun anticipating the next chapter!