A/N" Hi all! I'm back! Sorry it took so long my padre (yea I call my dad a Spanish way… I'm almost positive that's Spanish) got a new iMac so I have his hold one which was the one before the new one and I'm like boo ya! LOL anyways THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL THE REVIEWS, FAVORITES, AND FOLLOWERS! They mean the world to me!

IMPORTANT: I'm so sorry and I feel like a bad author to say this but I have to go soon and wont be able to go near my laptop or my computer soon so I cant do dedications or shout-outs! I'll TRY to make a long chapter though. I PROMISE TO DO IT NEXT CHAPTER AND I'LL PUT SOMETHING SPECIAL IN IT FOR YOU GUYS! PROMISE! Oh and Pretty Little Spies will be updated soon after I come back.

Chapter 48:

CAMMIE

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

Ugh what is that! It's driving me insane!

I'll just shut it off myself. I try to bring my arm up but it seems like it's bolted into place.

Huh? What's going on?

Suddenly I hear sobs of a familiar voice being heard. Is that my mother and… my dad? For some reason I felt sick. Like I'm drowning and I'm so tired, though I have to keep on listening. I feel like wherever I am I've been here before. I need to open my eyes. I can hear footsteps leaving wherever I am so this is my chance to open my eyes.

With one swift tough motion my eyes open and I know where I am… the infirmary. The dull whitish grey walls fill my presence. The all to familiar smell of the infirmary consumes my nostrils. I could never figure out if it was medication or sanitizers but whatever it is I don't like it. Everything is so dull. The IV drips into the tube making quiet steady sounds and the machines hum softly. The heart monitor makes steady beeping sounds and the blinds are closed making the room look more lifeless then it is.

I just lay one the hospital bed, unsure of what I should do. It's like my body is in shock or being in temporary phase of being paralyzed. The whitish grey walls bore into my eyes and after just laying there for who knows how long, and I'm starting to think that if I'm stuck in this stupid room for any longer I might not only loose my sense of smell and commonsense, but my humor and liveliness too.

"Squirt? Is that you?" I turn my head slightly to see Aunt Abby standing by the doorframe.

"Aunt Abby." I croak. Wow, I sound like a dying frog. She quickly runs towards me and gives me a hug, careful not to hurt the wires attached to the machines and myself.

"Oh squirt! Everybody was worried about you! Thank god your okay! You've been in a coma for two months!"

Okay now this scared me. The fact that I, Cameron Ann Morgan had been in a coma for two months and I still feel tired, as if I haven't slept in two months is freaky. Not only that but the fact that:

a. Someone could even sleep that long.

b. I only feel that I've been in the hospital room for at least a day.

And

C. What has the media been saying about me? Think about it, I'm one of the most favourite famous people around and yet I've suddenly disappeared from the face of the Earth for what? Two months! Wouldn't you be suspicious? I mean if this was Bex, Liz, Macey, Grant, Nick, Jonas, and Zach- Wait! Zach! Is he okay? For some odd reason I'm getting one of those déjà vu moments (that might actually be a flashback, who knows with my mind right now) that I feel off a zip line rope… with Zach. I have a feeling it's a flashback.

"Ab-abby? Is Za-zach okay?" my voice breaks from it being hoarse. She smiles, her bright blue eyes looking down at mine.

"Yes Squirt, he's fine. He got out about a month ago," she explained but then continued. " You know he's been worried sick about you, along with the rest of us. We finally got him to go back up to his dorm today to at least take a shower." She finished.

I could hear heavy footsteps down the hall and suddenly a flash of light mint green eyes peer into the room.

"Cammie? Oh my god Cammie!" Zach came rushing towards me and Aunt Abby sneaked out of the hospital room closing the door gently behind her.

"Zach? Are you alright? Are you hurt bad?" I ask frantically.

"Cammie I'm fine! Are you alright? You're the one who had fatal injuries and oh my goodness Cam I was so worried!" Zach exclaimed, concern filling his eyes. I smile.

"I'm fine Zach." Then, out of nowhere Zach's lips somehow magically find mine and he kisses me… on the lips.

Woah, woah, woah! Back up here! Zachary Goode is kissing me? Excuse me but is Zachary Mason Goode giving me mouth-to-mouth resuscitation? 'Cause clearly there is a huge rock on my finger signalling that I'm an engaged grown women- er uh teen! And people who are engaged don't go around kissing other delightful, caring, and undoubtedly hot boy's right?

For some reason it pained me but I slowly, oh so slowly pulled away from Zach Goode's warm plump lips. Hurt filled his green orbs and I looked away not wanting to look at the pained expression Zach was holding.

"Zach, I uh- I think you should go." I told him quietly, and oh my gosh am I an idiot or what?! I just told Zachary Goode to leave my hospital room! The one who Aunt Abby supposedly said wouldn't leave my side for a second and all I give him is a kick in the butt to get out! WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME! I'm such a bad person!

Zach turns on his heel slowly walking away from my hospital bed, carrying the warmth away with him, and suddenly the once comfortable warm bed as turned cold. I call out his name and he turns his head around, his green eyes meeting my sapphire ones.

"Wait Zach! I- I didn't mean it that way it's just that-" I was cut off by someone hollering Zach's name and at that moment whoever that person was I wanted to strangle them til their last breath!

Zach turns his head back to be and gives me a small fake forced smile.

"By Cam." He simply says and strolls away leaving a stupid dumbfounded girl who is clearly me on a hospital bed who's only holdback are a bunch or wires and beeping monitors along with a hospital gown that will clearly expose my butt if I get up, like seriously who would want to see somebody's butt cheeks strolling along the infirmary halls.

I sigh and plop back down onto the pillow, a headache pounding through my ears.

"So I hear my daughter's getting engaged! When's the wedding?"

And as if my day can't get any worse, there was a man leaning against the doorframe with a goofy smile on his face. Keep in mind this is the same man who I rescued two months ago. The same man who was under some kind of control to the point where he was programmed to kill me.

And that man my friends was my father.

A/N: Sorry if it's rushed but I have to go! Hope you liked it and review!