Sugar (Camilo madrigal x female) Rewritten

You Realize

As you stood next to the food table, a sudden realization struck.
"Wait a minute... What am I doing?" you questioned yourself.
"I just let them take Camilo away... He's probably uncomfortable right now," concern etched across your face. Before taking action and deciding to go look for them, you swiftly shove your face with the enticing new flavors of food you had discovered.

After enjoying the food, you headed in the direction where you had last seen the trio disappear. However, fate had other plans. Midway, you tripped over yourself.
"Ow Mgn!" you faceplant on the hard tile floor. Slowly pushing yourself up, you sat on your knees, hands resting on your thighs. As you looked to the floor where your face had just been, you noticed blood. A drop fell onto your hand, and you immediately felt your face; your nose was bleeding.

"How embarrassing..." you thought as your face flushed red. Slowly, you turned around and saw a few people looking at you with concern and a few children holding in their laughter, before their expressions shifted to wonder. The realization hit you; their expressions changed because... your ears were back, this time mixed colors of green and purple. Swiftly standing up, you declared,
"Uh, I'm okay... Where's the bathroom?" you say firmly, trying to regain composure. Someone stepped forward, a young man about your age.

"I can take you," he offered, handing you a handkerchief for your nose.

"Thank you," you said, taking the handkerchief and holding it to your nose. The unexpected turn of events didn't deter you, and with newfound determination, you followed the young man to the bathroom, on your way you squeeze your eyes shut in pain, your face still hurts.

As you tended to your nosebleed in the bathroom, the guy waited outside.

"You should go see Julieta, Mirabel's mom, she heals people," he suggested, and you could hear the smile in his voice.
"It's just a bloody nose; I don't want to bother her when... What are you doing waiting outside! Come in here so you can hear me!" you barely shouted, not accustomed to raising your voice.

"I thought you wanted privacy, but if you insist," he walked in, standing next to you.

"As I was saying, I don't want to bother her for something that isn't even major," you explained, wiping your face with wet paper towels in one hand while holding toilet paper to your bleeding nose with the other.

"Well, maybe it will stop bleeding if she helps, and you won't have to walk around with toilet paper sticking out your nose," he suggested, almost giggling at the mental image.

"I'll just stay in here till it stops bleeding; perhaps I can stop it on my own," your stubbornness surfaced.

"And how do you suppose you'll do that?" he replied, a hint of cockiness in his playful tone.

"Tender, Love, and Care," you responded slowly yet firmly as you removed the toilet paper from your nose and set the wet paper towel down on the sink. He looks at you with an unconvinced face, smiling as if he were amused, though, your nose seemed to be bleeding less, but, your face was now all wet.