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Chapter 17.

Cameron

Everything hurt.

Sirens filled the air and pierced the silence around me. My vision blurred and I could see numerous figures shadowing over me.

Why were they looking at me like some kind of dinosaur remains at some bloody musuem?

As much as I had tried to move my fingers, I had utterly failed.

The side of my face had been covered with blood, my jeans were ripped as a cause of the glass ripping through them and cutting my flesh.

My lungs did feel like balloons, stuffed with air but wouldn't loan me a single breath.

"The other driver was drunk, alcohol test, positive, sir." A voice said.

"We need to get this one out, I don't think he's breathing properly." Another voice said.

Well, good job, Sherlock.

I managed to tilt my head to my left, slowly, careful not to snap more bones. A strong scent of Vanessa filled my lungs. I had wished to breath more, harder, just to fill my moveless body of her.

It felt as though she was almost here with me. I needed her. I needed her touch to mend my broken body now. I needed her kiss to take away the pain.

I just needed - her.

Strong flashlights caused my eyes to close again, preventing any ray inside of them.

Strong hands gripped my body and let me whimper in pain.

"Easy now, lift him gently." A man said to his assistant.

As soon as they dragged me out, I gasped for breath, inhaling sharply but it only hurt much more.

I heard the sounds of the ambulance, felt them trying to lift me up as gently as they could, but I hadn't waited to feel anything more.

I faded back into the only thing I'd grown close to in the past few minutes - darkness.
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Vanessa

My alarm went off, and I slammed it shut.
I thrashed my cozy blanket away, got out of bed, used the toilet, brushed my teeth and headed down the stairs.

Mom was already flipping pancakes in her own professional way, which if I had ever considered trying, we would end up with no breakfast.

"Morning," I said as I planted a kiss on her pink cheeks.

"Morning, sweetheart," she said. "Grab some juice from the fridge, would you?" She added.

I did as she asked, and poured us both some in one of the large breakfast glasses.

I sat down and she placed the mouth- watering pancakes into my plate, pouring maple syrup over them. She did the same for her as well and joined me, devouring her morning master piece.

I took a gulp of my juice and a mouthful of pancakes.

"So how are things going with you?" She asked.

"They're fine. I'm actually back with Cameron, mom." I admitted.

"You are?"

"Yes,"

She smiled at me, "Well he does seem like a nice guy. Why don't you invite him over?"

"You would be okay with that?"