I'm with you

Sleeping beauty

Cameron POV.
My eyes wander as I look to see where they took her. Panicking I try to sit up put a pain erupts through my entire chest and I gasp for air. Unable to breathe I lay back down and stare at the fish tank wondering if we even learned anything from her stitching into me, I turn my head to the side and see Ayo walking towards me. "Is she alright?" I ask with worry in my voice, although I try to hide it. She looks at me with kind eyes and says " cameron we are going to move you into the infirmary so you will be more comfortable okay?" She smiles at me and starts to walk away but I ask again with a firm voice. "Ayo, is kirsten alright? Her shoulders slump and she turns to me. "We don't know cameron, she started to seize and blacked out but we have no idea why. We are trying to get her stable but there is no reason for this to have happened. She was fine in the stitch." I let my head fall back onto the table. Hard. Painful. I did this damn thing to her and I regret every bit of it. "Ayo" I call out at her as she walks away. "Can you at least let me stay in the same room as her, I mean what harm can it do?" She hesitates for a moment but then slightly smiles and nods her head agreeably as she whispers to a coworker and points to me. The young man walks over to the gurney I'm laying on and starts to wheel me into a room as the rest of the med staff gets the medical machines ready.

"Hope your not afraid of a few big loud machines kiddo." Right when I hear her voice I laugh but end up coughing. I look at the pretty brunette and grin "Camille I've been hooked up to more of these than one would be in a whole lifetime, and that was when I was only ten."She smiles a sad smile and replies to my jest. "Cameron we almost lost you, what you did back there was cruel. To all of us. And Kirsten most of all." I feel my smile fade and I look away. "I thought I was helping Camille, I did it for her." Her eyes grow stormy and her lips pale as she presses them into a thin line. "For her? You idiot the best thing you could have done for her is not plunge that syringe into your arm. She went nuts while you wouldn't wake up. And now she won't wake up and just because you screwed up agai..n." Her voice catches and I know what she was about to say. Because I screwed up. Just the way I did with Marta. The previous stitcher. "Oh God C-Cameron I- I didn't mean it." My eyes sting and start to water so I look away. "I know I messed up!" I scream and rub my eyes and face with my hands. "I know what I did was wrong and cruel and risky, I know it was a shit idea, and trust me just thinking about Kirsten being hurt by this makes me die!" I look at her and see her regret for what she said. "Camille if I lose her." The tears and sadness stuck in my throat make my words sound as those of a child. She puts her hand on mine and scoots herself in right next to me on the bed. We sit. Nothing more. "I really didn't mean it." Camille says quietly."I guess I'm just scared to lose her." Camille starts to silently cry  "I know." I rest my head on her shoulder. We sit like that for just a while longer until we can pull ourselves together. "Camille!" Linus calls out her name. "I'm coming!" She looks at me and smiles though her eyes tell the truth. "It'll be okay. She's kirsten, our wonder girl. She's gonna pull through, I know it." Although I feel as though she's saying that just to convince herself. With a slight nod she walks out of the room and I stare at the celling until I doze off to sleep.

I wake up to the sound of beeping. The sound of beeping that the med machines make, but there seems to be double the sound. I sit up in a haste and look to the other side of the room. There I see her. My stomach does a flip and for a moment I think I'm going to be sick. Her left side of her face seems to be bruised, most likely from when she started to sieze. She must have hit it on something I think to myself. Her breathing is slow and steady and she seems to be on all life support systems. Her golden locks are laying all around her face and her lips are red, most likely from dehydration. But the reason does not matter. I ignore the bruise and the machines hooked up to her, nothing can hide the fact that she is so very beautiful. For a while I just watch her and pray she awakens, as I grow tired I decide I should sleep and regain my strength. I can't do her any good if I'm laying in this bed. I look at her one last time and the only thought that comes to my mind, she truly seems like sleeping beauty. Beautiful and elegant and can't be awoken. But the tragic part of this is no kiss will wake this beauty.