Acting vs reality (A Jamilla Story)

Treatment

The door slowly creaks open. I'm frozen, topless in the middle of the kitchen. Brilliant.
Don't be David...
Rob enters, I let out a small sigh of relief. He stops looking at me like a deer in headlights.
'Why is your top of?'
I smile, awkwardly.
'I was-'
'Was?' He places a bag from tesco's by the looks of it.. On the unit. I suddenly remember I'm standing topless, I dart grabbing my top. Suddenly gasping at the pain in my side. Sort of forgot I had an operation...
'Camilla you ok.'
I try to talk, it's too sharp to even breathe. Suddenly, my bedroom door swings open as James darts to my side.
'Camilla!'
He applies pressure to my scar, Rob crouches beside me, Confused at the sight of James. Who carefully pulls me into his arms.
'Get me something cold.'
Rob just looks confused.
'Now!' 
James yells. Rob dashes to his feet searching the cupboards. I look up at James, my breathe still raspy. Rob returns with peas. Bloody peas.
'Hold!'
James takes his hand to my stomach.
Tilting my head back carefully, clearing my airways. I cough a little until my breathing returns to normal.
'Thank You.' I whisper. I always find it weird, when you choke or can't breathe, the first things you find yourself saying always comes out whispered. I mean my voice is back to normal... I look up at James, my eyes joining with his. I smile, I'm in safe hands.
'You're not really a doctor.' I giggle.
'Does someone want to explain?' Rob cuts in. Oh shit forgot about him.
I slowly get up, pulling my top over my head.. I glance at James. His shirt on backwards, I burst out laughing. Unintentionally.
'Camilla?' Rob reinstates
'We was rehearsing a scene..'
I nearly lose it at my own reply... What am I doing? I see James smirk. I feel like naughty children.
'You've just come out of hospital.. Rehearsing scenes isn't-'
'I just wanted to get back to work..'
'And Jesus, how sexual was your scene?'
James cracks. He laughs, uncontrollably. I try, but I feel the corners of my mouth forming a smile.
'What's funny about a shirtless scene?'
That's it, I'm in hysterics. It hurts to laugh but I can't stop. Rob looks so confused still. We continue to laugh.
He slowly begins to click on.
'What was you two-'
'Rob..'
'Going to have sex?'
Well that was blunt. We both stop laughing now.
'Rob...'
'Wait, are you two a.. Thing?'
He looks at James then me.
'Sort of..'
I mean, we're not officially. It was messy, last time I remember I was being hit in the stomach by Jordan so..
'Camilla this isn't good..'
I look at James then back at rob.
'What? Why.. It's fun?'
James smiles at me.
'Can I have a word in private?' He hints for James to leave. He catches on.
'I'll be in your bedroom...' He awkwardly exits.
'How long has this been going on?'
'Well.. Sort of since he came back..'
He stands still.
'Camilla, that's a long time...'
'It's been, complicated..' I sort of smirk, this is so funny, why is rob being so uptight..
'It's wrong.'
'Why?' I snap.
'Because you work with him, you've probably just become intoxicated by your acting...'
I look at him shocked, my best friend acting like this.
'No. Rob. I like him a lot. Really I do, in reality.'
He stops looking at me.
'Does anyone know?'
I sit on the back of the sofa. He's calmed down a little at the thought of it.
'No. Just you.'
'Let's keep it that way.'
I smile. Maybe he's warming too it.
'I think you should end it too.'
Or not.
'No.'
'Camilla you know it's going to come back and bite you.'
I get up.
'No it's not.'
He stops again looking at me. His eyes scanning over my physical appearance.
'Are you happy?'
I smile. Nodding too.
'Yes.'
He sort of smiles.
'I don't approve but I love you and I'm happy for you.'
He grabs hold of me.
'Thanks.. I suppose?'
'Wait was he the shower guy?'
I smirk.
'Omg he was!!' He laughs.
'You can't tell David.'
He nods.
'Don't worry, We don't want everyone knowing.'
I smile.
'Anyways I'm not staying I was just bring you this.'
He walks over to the bag and pulls out a little card and a box.
I open the card. A get well soon card. And the box, a bracelet.
'You didn't have too?' This is weird. Gifts because I was injured?
'I've got to dash.' He kisses my forehead and dashes out the flat. I stand for a few minutes, does he? No. Dismiss that thought Camilla. Of course he doesn't, that would be... Weird.
I smile and walk into my room, James sitting awkwardly on my bed.
'You joining me?'
I remove my shirt and climb into my bed. James repeats my actions pulling me into his warm embrace. We lay spooning for a bit. enjoying the silence around us. Well I am.. Don't know about him.
'Camilla. You don't think this. Us is bad?'
I slowly turn to face him. Running my hand through his smooth chest hair. My eyes seek his. I smile.
'You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, I don't care what the world thinks.'
I smirk, peeking his lips.
'And you with me.'
'Now... Why don't you show me what happens when a patient misbehaves for her doctor.'
I playfully bite his neck. He grabs my arms pining my down.
'They get the worse kind of treatment.'
His legs press against mine, I smile at the warmth of his body against mine.
I want him more than anything, now I have him, I'll never let him go. His hand runs slowly along my bra strap unclasping it. I suddenly find my hands already pulling at his pants.
He smiles, allowing our lips perfectly designed for one another to grace each other into the wonderful treatment of passion.