Finding Him // c.d SEQUEL TO COME BACK

Chapter 22

Cameron's Pov

"I don't get why the one girl I love has to have a illness," I complain to Kenzie while sitting in the waiting room.

"I know it fucking sucks," she says. "I mean I haven't been friends with her for that long but she's just seriously amazing. "

"I wish there was something I could do.." I whisper.

"Cameron, you and I both know there is absolutely nothing that you can do." She say and I sigh.

"I know," I mumble and stood up from my seat.

I walk out without saying anything else and go onto the roof.

I get so angry that I punch the wall and my knuckles immediately start bleeding but I don't really care.

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"Cameron," Jack G. says as he enters the waiting room, "I think you need to realize she can't wake up every time bro. We're lucky for all the times she did wake up, and I don't think we all realized that."

"I know I just-" I cut myself off not knowing what to say.

"I think it's time you let go, grieving will only cause you more pain, and we all care about you, and her, but if she doesn't wake up you need to know that we will all be here for you." Jack replies.

I just nod, I don't know what to say.

I can't imagine my life without her. I can't imagine her not waking up.

She has to.

She will, I know she will.

"Stop saying that," Jack G. says.

Shit did I say that out loud.

"I want her live too, Cameron, but if she doesn't you have to know that life goes on, okay man?"

"Ok," I sigh and repeat his words in my head.

Life goes on.

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I was standing outside the operating room anxiously waiting.

It would take a miracle for her to pull through.

I could hear somewhat of what was going on in their but there was no window to look through.

I heard surgeons says things like "scalpel" and other random tools.

My heart sank when I heard the words, "we're losing her!"

And then there was, "3...2...1... Clear!"

I still had hope.

She has to pull through.

"I can't lose you," I say to myself. "I just can't."

But then the surgeon said six simple words that took my hope, threw it off a roof, and shredded it into a million pieces:

"Time of death: five twenty-two pm."

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THE END

I'm sorry I'm such a horrible person I know.

Ok well bye. And I'm sorry this chapter is short. And please vote & comment by I really appreciate it:)

Btw it's not over, there will be an epilogue so be pumped for that.