Once back at home, Camie immediately fell asleep. She slept for 12 hours but still felt sleepy when she woke up. She had a hard time moving and felt so heavy that she immediately fell back to her mattress. As expected, her father didn't leave her side for a second and Camie was treated better than she could have been in any hospital for the following three days.
Camie liked being with her father. She didn't go to class, he didn't go to work. Both of them just sat together and talked for hours or played board games. She had kept buying them before Christmas and her shopping may have gotten out of hand a little bit. The board games kept on piling up and they didn't possibly have enough hours in the day to test all of them. They finally opened the untouched boxes and tried out the gifts. Some games were very intriguing and couldn't be put down for hours while others were a bit more boring and made Camie disappointed.
When they got bored of playing or simply too tired from all the thinking, Camie's father made her hot chocolate and they watched romance shows together. She almost felt grateful for the concussion. Obviously, she didn't dare say so to her father but she really felt that those days were among her favorite memories and she felt she would remember them for a long time.
"We should do this more often."
Mister Dred didn't feel the same way. Camie didn't realize but for 48 hours her father couldn't relax a second. He memorized the list of symptoms by heart and wouldn't go to sleep, scared that something would happen during the night. He loved spending time with his daughter but he couldn't wait for those 48 hours to be gone. And sooner than later, they were.
Despite being perfectly fine for 3 days, Camie's father preferred for her to stay at home for a few more days just to be safe.
"You need some rest after everything you've been through."
Camie wasn't going to argue. She did feel like she needed some rest. She wasn't sick or anything but she did go through a very traumatic event. She deserved some rest. And she did want to spend more time with her father.
"And it could be time to go back to your therapist."
Camie slowly nodded.
"You too. You must have been very worried about me. I don't want you to get sick because of me."
Her father sat down on the bed in front of her and rubbed her cheek:
"Darling, you would never be responsible for my health. But if it makes you feel better I am going to see someone as well.
-Thank you, dad. I love you.
-I love you too pumpkin seed."
Camie was sleeping when Théa first visited her house. It was during the first day of recovery and she didn't dare come in despite Mister Dred's invite. Camie's father reassured Théa about Camie's state and they exchanged phone numbers so Théa could take news from Camie every hour for the following days. She did feel bad for bothering Mister Dred so much but she just couldn't hold herself back from asking. She couldn't calm down until she received his text. As soon as Camie was out of danger, Théa was the first to show up. She didn't dare impose the three first days but couldn't take it anymore and found herself at Camie's doorstep with a bag full of cookies.
Seeing the young woman, Mister Dred immediately smiled:
"Théa! Camie will be very happy to see you. Come inside."
Théa blinked a few times, seeming to have forgotten how she got there in the first place.
"Is Camie awake?
-Yes. She has been complaining about being bored and keeps getting out of bed."
That finally woke Théa up and she rushed behind Mister Dred towards Camie's room:
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