Chasing Fallen

Chapter 28

"I got you some pants." The paramedic said as he sat next to me.

"You might want to stop doing that," he pointed at my tapping foot. "It increases your chances of getting laegfallissis, friction in your ankle joint. You won't be able to move it and we'll have to cut your leg off."

I abruptly stopped in confusion, "What?"

"Just kidding. The tapping was getting irritating." He reclined onto the bench and handed me the pants that looked like the ones from the uniform he was wearing.

I blushed when I realized that I was in fact still in my boxer shorts.

"Where can I change?"

"You gave up your modesty when you walked in here half naked," he chuckled, "I don't think anyone would be surprised to see you getting dressed here now."

I turned into an even darker shade of crimson as I rolled on the pants which were two sizes two big. I was thankful that they came with elastics.

"Not to sound rude but aren't you supposed to be working?" I turned to face him.

"My shift is over." He shrugged nonchalantly.

"So why are you still here? I'd be rushing home if I were you. It's 2am." I quizzed.

"You looked lonely and I wanted to help you out considering you were shivering to death when I passed by you the last four times." I kept looking at him skeptically. He sighed. "I wanted to make sure you were okay. You looked a bit shaken up when you brought in your boyfriend."

I cringed, "He's not my boyfriend."

"And you're not pretending to be a guy."

"Huh, where did that come from?"

"I thought we were telling bold faced lies." He grinned.

"How did you know? I told the receptionist-"

"That you're Conner's roommate at Sakuba and your name is Cameron O'Hare?" I nodded.

"You have tits."

I chocked on my saliva. "Besides that, your face is very feminine."

"I- what if I'm transgender? That would be offensive," I harrumphed, crossing my hands defensively over my chest.

"But you're not. And that doesn't explain why you're pretending to be a boy at an all boys camp." He smirked as if he'd uncovered all my secrets. Which he kinda had to be honest.

He wasn't playing fair.

"Who are you anyways?" I tried to change the subject.

"Pruitt, at your service. What about you and don't lie to me."

"Camille." I replied begrudgingly.

"Does Mr Conner know about your little secret?" he winked.

"No and I'd like to keep it that way," I gritted through my teeth.

"You're an interesting one Camille," he smiled. "Your doctor is here." He immediately got up.

"Hello, Dr Harrington!" He skipped past the doctor. He laughed as the young man passed him.

"I hope he wasn't bothering you. He tends to make conversation with people in distress to try and take their mind off of things. What a good lad," Dr Harrington shook his head.

Funny, Pruitt had actually got me to stop worrying about Easy for a while.

But with the doctor facing me I started tapping my foot again.