You promised

No. 37

> Camila's pov
• 5:59 pm // Sunday, April 12

"I'm going out to buy some dinner. Do you want anything?" I hear stiles. I slowly open my eyes, but I squint because the hospital lights are bright.

"Stiles?" I choke.

"Camila?" My mother sobs.

Stiles runs to my bed and smiles, grabbing my hand. "Hey." He smiles, his eyes are watery. "How do you feel?"

"I feel fine." I say. My mom and dad push stiles and grab my hand. "Hi mom. Hey dad."

"Hey baby." They both smile.A tear rolls down moms cheek and it lands on my hand. "I'm so sorry. I'm a terrible mother."

I shake my head. "It's not your fault." I look at my dad and he looks down at my hand, disappeared. "Daddy." I whisper. He looks at me. "It's not your fault. I'm okay." He smiles and kisses my forehead.

I look around the room and make eye contact with Collin. We both smile- Max! My smiles fades and start worrying. "Where's max?" I ask, getting out of bed.

"Camila, you have to stay in bed."

"No." I shake my head. My bare feet touch the cold ground and dad stops me. "Dad stop. I have to see him."

"Cam-"

"Stop!" I yell. "I have to see him. I have to know he's okay." I cry. He nods and I walk with Collin to his room.

I feel guilty. It's my fault Collin has a broken wrist and a bruised face. It's my fault max is in the hospital with a gun shot on his abdomen. I shouldn't have called them. I should have called the police but I was stupid and now the people I love are hurt.

"Camila, it's not your fault." Collin softly says.

"It is. I shouldn't have called you guys. You guys are hurt because of me. I endangered your lives for mine. That's not fair."

"Stop. Max and I love you so much. I couldn't live with myself if I knew you were raped and killed I did nothin about it. You're my baby sis." He smiles. I smile and hug him tight. "I'm glad you're okay."

"Thank you so much." A single tear slides down my cheek. "I owe you." I laugh.

"It's okay, come on." He smiles, walking into Max's room.

I slowly walk in, trying not to wake him up. I stand by his bed and hold his hand. "How's he doing?" I ask Collin, never taking my eyes off of max.

"He's doing great. He lost a lot of blood but they were able to do a blood transfusion."

"Who was the blood donor?" I ask.

"Taylor."

"They're the same blood type?" I ask.

"Yeah, the girls left about ten minutes before you woke up for some dinner. They should be back soon."

I nod, pushing Max's hair back. "I'm sorry. I whisper. I'm a terrible best friend. I love you so much Max. Thank you a million times best friend."

Max's lip quivers. "Stop being such a downer. We're all alive aren't we." He smiles. I laugh and max opens his eyes. I hug him and he groans. I step back.

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay." He forces a smile, trying to adjust himself. "You okay?"

"Yeah." I smile. "I'm just freaked out. I-I."

"What?"

I shake my head. "It's nothing." I smile.

"Hey!" Taylor walks in. Her eyes are red and puffy. She smiles and tears roll down her face when she sees me. She runs to me and hugs me so tight. We cry together and I don't want her to let go. we eventually let go and girls walk in, carrying doughnuts.

They ask my multiple questions and I get kind of dizzy so I tell them I'm going to the restroom. I stand in front of the mirror, looking at myself. I have multiple bruises on my wrists and a bruise on my left temple from where the guy was pointing the gun at me.

Flashes of last nights event floodmy mind and my head starts to hurt. I feel scared. I hear the bathroom door open and I jump back. A small Asian lady apologizes for scaring me and I run out.

"Hey." Someone taps my shoulder and I almost punch them in the face. "Woah. Sorry about that." He says, shyly.

"I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-"

He smiles. "It's okay." His teeth are perfectly straight, nice plump lips, hazel eyes, black hair, and thick eyebrows. "Um-I thin-"

I think he noticed I was staring at his features. I think I made him nervous. "I'm sorry." I softly laugh. "I was staring, wasn't I?"

He laughs and looks down. He's a good looking guy, I'm not gonna lie. He kind of reminds me of Hayes, but in a younger version. This guy seems like he just turned 16.

"Yes." He says. "Anyways, I think this is yours." He hands me a hospital tag. The ones the go around your wrist. I read the name and it is mine. I look at my wrist and it's bare.

"It is. Thank you so much."

"I knew who you were because you're all over the news and my sister is in love with your boyfriend."

I laugh and nod. "Thank you. Is your sister here?"

"No, she's at home. But I'll tell her I talked to you."

I smile. "Thank you again."

He says goodbye and leaves. I walk back to my room where my parents wait. I lay down and rest a bit. My head still hurts and I feel safe with my parents being in the room.

Right now all I want is Hayes. I've heard nothing on him. Has he been informed about what happened?

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