July | c.c & s.m

50.

Camila

"Mila?" He whispered after a few minutes. I moved my head so I could look up at him. "I- I'm sorry..." I knew he didnt mean to say it..."I'm sorry... I dont... I dont want you to think I didnt mean it Mila... it's just... maybe it's too early... and you might just not be ready.... and I- I'm sorry... but now that you've heard it anyways... I want you to know that I mean it... I want to be with you... because I really like you... and I care for you... and I-" I stopped him by pressing my body closer to his, my face into his neck. I was overcome by emotions... he really.... he likes me... like that... I started crying... I cant believe it. After everything... there is still someone who seems to care about me. "Mila? Are you okay? I'm sorry..." His hand was pressed back onto my back, trying to calm me down. I lifted my head to look up at him, my face full of tears. "Hey... Mila... Can I?" He asked, wanting to place his hand on my cheek. I sniffled and nodded. HE gently rested his hand on my cheek, careful to not touch the dark bruise I had there. "I'm sorry... I- I knew it was too early... I just-" I shook my head at that.... I wasn't crying because I'm upset... I was crying because I just cant believe that he.... that he likes me... I continued shaking my head. "What is it...." He was confused... because I couldn't talk... How can I show him that... I am not upset?  I wiped my tears and had an idea... I leaned in and kissed his cheek... he had done it several times to me so... why not? Maybe it would show him that I also like him. He stilled, surprised. When I pulled back, I looked at him, waiting for any reaction. He looked down at me, a smile slowly spreading across his face. I couldnt really smile but I leaned my head back on his shoulder, hoping he had understood. "Mila... you sure?" He understood and at his question I nodded. He placed his arms back around me, pulling me closer. "Mila... let me be with you... do you want that?" I nodded again, getting more comfortable in his embrace as he helped me get warm. "I'm glad Mila..." He whispered. I could tell he was getting tired so I very lightly pressed a kiss to his shoulder and I could hear him smiling slightly and felt him press a kiss to my hair, making me content.... for the first time in months. Please... let me be happy for once... 

Shawn

I woke up the next morning, looking down and seeing Mila snuggled into my arms... I smiled, remembering last night. I'm taking care of her... for real this time. I leaned down, kissing her head and letting my lips linger there. She was still sleeping, which made me happy, knowing how bad she needed sleep. I stayed like that, holding her in my arms, feeling every bone in her fragile body. It's a miracle that nothing happened to her baby... apart from her having Preeclampsia now... which is really worrying, for her and the baby. I just hope everything will go well. 

I looked at the door after hearing a light knock. "Yeah?" I allowed whoever it was to enter. And it was the doctor. Camila would be discharged today and we would move into a private hotel... for safety reasons... I had yet to tell camila that her team wanted her in her LA studio next week... after that we're leaving for my moms house... for god knows how long... "has she woken up already?" The doctor asked, staying by the door. "No... not yet." "Did she wake up during the night?" "Not really.... no." "Really? Thats surprising... well Shawn, whatever you're doing, keep doing it... keep helping her with her trauma." He smiled kindly at me. "I will, thank you." I said politely. "Well, I'll check in later to bring over the sign out papers and a nurse will bring her breakfast in a few minutes." I nodded, thanking him before laying back down to pull her into me. The doctor left, softly closing the door and leaving us alone again. I sigh, worries entering my head again... she is going to be alright...

"Hey... did you sleep well?" I asked in a low and soft voice. She didnt say anything and rubbed her eyes still tired. "You look... cute." I said hesitantly, not sure what she would think of me telling her that. She stopped rubbing her eyes and looked at me, giving me a small smile. I leaned down, pressing a kiss to her cheek. "I'm glad to have you Mila." I told her honestly, sitting back up and helping her doing the same. I then ran my fingers through her hair to brush them a little. Right then a nurse entered after knocking, bringing in Milas breakfast, the last one to be exact.... we're leaving after breakfast. The nurse placed Milas small plate on her nearby plate and I luckily was allowed to ask the nurse to bring food for me since she knew about Milas separation anxiety. I asked her for some scrambled eggs with some toast. While the nurse went to get my food, I helped Mila eat. Today she had porridge with some fruits and it wasn't a large portion but she still couldnt eat it all... but she tried. I could see it in her eyes. "It's okay Mila... you're trying..." I reassured her, trying to make her feel a little better. She nodded and I put her spoon down, showing away her small bowl so I could eat my own food which had arrived. While I ate I felt her shift next to me so I looked over. "Hey, are you okay?" I asked when I noticed her uncomfortable look. She shook her head. "Whats wrong?" She pointed to her head... probably a "headache?" And she nodded but also held her upper stomach which was also hurting by the looks of it. But I could tell that wasn't everything... she looked pale and everything... "is anything else hurting?" I asked and she shrugged. "Do you want m-" and suddenly she jolted up and vomited into the trash can next to her. "Oh Mila." I quickly put my plate aside, which was almost empty anyways and comforted Mila who was now softly crying. "Hey... it's okay Mila... you're okay...." I whispered, rubbing her back while also pressing the button to call a doctor. I helped Mila drink some water since she needed to drink a lot and then wiped her mouth with a cloth they had given us. 

"OKay Camila... so I'm giving Shawn your medication, alright... I prescribed something to keep your blood pressure low and to prevent you from having seizures... which can be a cause of preeclampsia, especially this severe... but you will be okay camila... you and the baby." The doctor reassured her with a soft smile... she didnt reciprocate. She was worried and so was I to be honest... but I'm here to keep her safe. I took her medication into a small bag and then we got ready to leave. I had called a cab to take us to the private hospital. I wasn't risking anything. Not again. Camila was wheeled to the exit.... safety precautions. This next week she shouldn't be moving much and especially not stress much so her blood pressure stays low. I made sure to inform myself  so I could actually make sure she would get better.