*.~ 𝑮𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒏 {𝑪𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒐 𝒙 𝒀/𝑵}

The Hospital~.*

"Great, another accident." I murmur to myself. I try to feel my head, which has a small numb pain. It's wrapped with bandages.

I look around and encounter myself with a clean, empty, pale room. I'm sitting on a small bed, with an IV poking out my arm. A small machine is reading my heart beat. I lay back and try to remember what happened.

Camilo and Mirabel Madrigal. That's what happened.

The door which suddenly bursts. "Y/N!" a familiar voice shouts. I look over to the door. "Mirabel" I mumble. She runs up to me and tries to hug me. "Get away from me." I push her off. "W-what do you mean... I thought we were friends." "I also thought so" I looked away.

She looked down as she scratched her arm, "Look, about Monday..." she awkwardly said. "Don't, I heard what you needed to say. As well as Camilo. You two don't have to act anymore. I can distance myself from both of you." I say trying to look into her eyes, but I can't. "y/n..." she says, trying to pat my hand, but I shove mine away. "Please, go away. Try to at least do that." I finally have the courage to look at her. She was the only one there, you know, I expected Camilo to at least show his face, but even me hitting myself because of them isn't important.

She looks down with pity as I look away to the silent TV in front of me playing a cartoon. I didn't even notice it. It was playing one of those silly little shows where everything was resolved with a hug.

A cold shudder went through me, the imagination of the warmth from a hug hurt. I just came here to Encanto, looking for a fresh start, but I can't even get real people to be alongside me. I was better off somewhere else, as a pet.

"Camilo... he's sorry, and so am I, but we can explain" Dolores tried to say with a little cheer, "If he really is sorry, he could have at least manned up and said it to my face" I cut her off. "To think I actually liked him, but he's no different to other no good jerks." I mumble. Her face brightens a bit, "He likes you too..." she says trying to hold my hand once again, but this time, it's worse

*** TW: NEEDLES ***

As I jerk my hand off from her, pulling the IV with me. The cold liquid gushes out from it as it pulls out from my skin. I look down to see it, my hand begins to tremble as both Mirabel's and my eyes widen.

Another mistake, another mistake, another mistake

The nurse comes rushing to us and tries to help me as another nurse pushes Mirabel away, and I can see she mouthed, "I'm sorry"

*** END TW: NEEDLES ***

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I sit back in my bed changing the TV channels. Nothing, Nada, Finito. I turn it off and reach for the piece of paper and pencil that a nurse left. I doddle something. I look down upon it and it's Camilo. I wish what Mirabel said was true, but after my little stunt, I doubt it. I really liked Camilo, and I feel bad for what I said to him, well to Mirabel.

Is it really bad to still like someone even after they talk behind your back? What if they weren't talking about you... Did you mess it up again?

I turn the paper over and draw. After a while, I gaze upon it. Me and Camilo. If only it were true I think hugging the picture as I once again drift off.