The next day:
Ebony: hey sissy (grabbing her hand) how are you feeling?
Camila:wipes her tears) I'm okay, how are you?
Ebony: I'm okay still sore, they're gonna take me for a CAT scan and if it's fine, they're letting me go home
Camila: that's good
Ebony: I am so sorry, I know it's tough
Camila: I was so happy (tears falls) I had the biggest smile on my face not knowing my baby was dead already
Ebony; y'all can always try again
Camila: try again? He's 40 and I'm 39 I'm at the age for complications. Our two girls are all we'll ever have
Ebony: don't give up sis
Camila:sniffs) Eb I love you and I thank you for being here but I just need to be alone right now until Quincy comes
Ebony: nods) I understand
(The nurse wheels her out. A little while later Quincy walks in)
Quincy: hi baby
Camila: hi
Quincy:(walks over to her and hugs her tightly) let it out baby
Camila:(breaks down crying) I'm so sorry Q I really am, I should've been careful and I-(gco)
Quincy: no Camila, I'm not letting you blame yourself for soemthing we couldn't control
Camila: I'm sorry (holding on to him)
Quincy: baby stop , look at me(lifts her head up ) we couldn't control that. I know it hurts trust me baby I'm hurting to, but it's gone be okay(wiping her tears )we gone be alright (kissing her multiple times) stop crying mamas (sniffs)
Camila:takes a deep breath) I wanna go home, I don't want to be here
Quincy: I know but you gotta get all these fluids, sepsis ain't no joke, I talked with Dr. Grey and she's releasing you in the morning
Camila: sighs) okay
Quincy: I got some special visitors for you though(goes and opens the door)
Camry: hi mommy(walks in and hugs her)
Camila:(smiles a little) hey baby
Carmen: are you feeling okay mama?(hugs her)
Camila:nods) I'm getting better, I'll be home tomorrow hopefully
Camry: you gotta take it easy when you get home mama
Camila: I know baby I will
Carmen: we brought you some food, me and Cammie attempted to cook(laughs)
Quincy: it was pretty good actually
Camila: what y'all make ?
Camry: fried chicken and white rice and corn
Carmen: it just got done so it's still hot
Camila: ooh good I'm starving
Camila pov: Quincy helped me stand up and over to the sink so I could wash my hands. The food smelled really good. Once I sat back down I pulled the table over to me and started to eat. It was actually pretty good. Could've used a little more seasoning but they did good.
Camry: sooo, you like it?
Camren: of course she likes it, she's doing the dance
Camila:(laughs) it's really good, a little more seasoning next time but it's great, better than daddy's cooking
Quincy:( laughs) see now ya ass gone be hungry cause I ain't cooking nothing else
Camila: baee don't do me like that (laughing harder)
Quincy:( smirks) you love my food so stop playing ..
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The Donor
General FictionTwenty -Four year old Camila Baker has a semi perfect life. A decent job, nice car, beautiful home. All she is missing is a family of her own. Somebody to love her and give her a reason to come home every night. Love can find you in mysterious ways...