Going Home ⚭ book II b.c.l.s ⚭ Hayes Grier

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**i re uploaded because I heard there was some problems ❤️❤️

This went up late bc I've been at the hospital for a few with some body problems, sorry lovelies. ❤️❤️

"This isn't healthy. You told me you were fine." Cameron whined wrapping his arms around me to pick me up. Once I was in his arms and he walked towards the door, I knew where this was going. I started struggling to get out of his arms. "Cameron, no! Don't! I'm fine!" I cried bagging on his back. "I don't need to go to hospital Cammy! I've lived a whole year sick, I'm okay!" I forced a laugh, still trying to get out his grasp.

"Kristy. If you love you'll go." He pleaded, before opening the door. "If you love me, you wouldn't make me." His eyes filled with water. "If I didn't love you, I wouldn't make you." With that I stopped struggling and let him put me in the car. I guess the boys got the memo because now Hayes was in the back with me and Nash joined cam in the front.
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"How long has this gone on for." Hayes asked me quietly as it was just us in the waiting room. "Has what gone on for?" I asked in the same tone. "You throwing up." My eyes locked with his for half a second before I looked at the ground, remember what we had before. "I don't do it purposely. I can't handle food." I didn't get a response so I dropped the conversation.

The four of us were lead to a room and we waited for the doctor. I took in all of their expressions. Nash had a spacey look, although he was probably worried by the glare in his eye as he looked at the bottom corner of the wall. Cameron's eyes were puffy and red as he tapped his hand impatiently on the arm of the chair. Hayes? Well he was looking at me with a concerned expression, although mixed with depression and love. I have no clue what's up with him.

The doctor came in and Cameron's eyes darted up as I continued to look at he ground. "So what's going on." The doctor said as he came towards me, setting up the pillow and asking me to lay back. After refusing to talk to him, Cameron explained my story. I cringed everything he sniffed, the doctor turned to me.

"This is most definitely not good- at all." He looked at me concerned, my head stayed down but my eyes looked up at him. "Yeah, no shit." I muttered, mostly to myself, but before I could look at Cameron he scolded my name. "We're going to hook you up and take some blood, and see if we can get you to eat and hold it down. If not, we'll have to feed you through a tube but you'll stay for a few days either way."

I nodded as I looked up and felt my eyes water. I want to eat and hold it down, but i just want Cameron to be proud of me.

I want my mom to be proud of me.

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Again, sorry that this
was a bit delayed❤️❤️