Passion and Pain | rafe cameron

chapter four

i wake up to what feels like minutes later but now
i'm in a bed. not my bed. not any bed i've ever been in before.

i'm in a hospital.

all four walls are painted white with white sheets on the bed and a white door. there were a couple of bouquets of flowers in the room but overall it was depressing and terrifying.

it was just me, no else is here.

i can feel my heart rate rising as the breath quickens. what happened. and why does my leg hurt so much. it's elevated above the rest of my body and wrapped thickly in white padding.

i'm panicking.

my breath is getting faster and faster and my chest feels tighter and tighter. i'm now yelling for my brother, two nurses come running in the room as i start struggling to move in the bed. they put there hands on me and tell me to calm down.

i hear someone running down the hallway and i now see my brother in the doorway. i immediately calm down and take a breath.

he rushes over to me and begins crying again, he starts thanking god and thanking mom and dad, he thanks anyone that is listening. he's hugging me now, so tightly as i remain still. i've never felt so lucky to have a brother or to have him here with me right now hugging me. he took me from scared out of my mind to calm in seconds.

more people begin filing in the room, kie followed by jj and sarah.

my mind immediately goes to my missing friend, pope. "where's pope?" are my first words.

as i spoke they lose all discomfort and rush over to hug me as i'm being crushed by four of the people i love most.

kie is the first to talk, she's practically whispering. "he's in the hallway, he's too scared to come in." she pauses. jj adds in, "he's scared you hate him and don't want to see him". jj pulls back from the hug and smiles lovingly at me.

my eyes sadden and i feel tears building as i recall the series of unfortunate events that occurred on the boat. i tell them he should come in so jj goes to get him.

pope slowly emerges into the room following jj. i can tell he's been crying. the others step away from me. i hold my arms up inviting him in for a hug. he immediately agrees and embraces me as tight as he can profusely apologizing for what he's done.

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it's been hours now, the nurses told me i have a fractured and severely lacerated right leg from coming in contact with the active propellor at the back of the boat. and how i've been unconscious for six days laying in this bed. my body was in a severe state of shock which explains how i felt no pain and could not move. the nurses explain that my leg was nearly amputated by the propellor.

my friends try and fill in the other details.

the gist of the story is that my lord and savior was no other than the rafe cameron.

after everyone exhausted all efforts of calling parents, no one answered due to it being 2 am at the time of the accident. sarah thought of someone who rarely goes to sleep before this time, rafe.

as kie was talking to me privately she told me sarah was hysterical when rafe answered the phone and he seemed uninterested in whatever her drama was about. he was threatening to hang up but kie grabbed the phone and told him it was me and he immediately got on a jet ski and found us. kie explained to me how they tried to make the boat go but the engine was broke for good reason so they had no other option except him.

it was painful to hear the story of what happened but hearing about how rafe dropped everything once he heard it was me made my heart ache.

i'm sure he would have helped anyone once he understood the severity of the situation but he didn't know what happened yet and heard i was in trouble and immediately came to help.