Demons ( A Brendon Urie a.u )

11.

Camilla's POV:

Tapping my foot, I waited for the elevator to reach my floor. I am still a bit bothered by Brendon's refusal to go see Ryan. I mean, I understand why he said no, but it's selfish to not go see how he's doing. Ryan could have died.

I sighed as the two doors opened, and I walked out. I have to be happy for him, right?

I reached his room, placing a fake smile on my face as I slowly opened the door.

He was sleeping, his chest slowly rising and falling as he breathed in and out. I heard he got off the ventilator yesterday, so he is finally able to breathe on his own.

I walked over to the chair sitting next to him.

When I sat down on the uncomfortable chair, I reached over to his hand that was not covered with tubes and held it in my own.

"I'm sorry this happened to you Ry." I whispered, looking down at the white tiled floor.

"Don't be. I deserve it." Ryan whispers back, and I shoot my head up in surprise.

"Ry!" I grin, hugging him tightly.

"Hey, I'm fine, I was just sleeping. You okay?" He laughed, and I nodded.

He look away for a moment and looked at me again with a frown.

"Wait, aren't you supposed to hate me?" He questions, his eyes wide.

"Why would I hate you?" I ask, and he shakes his head slightly.

"Um, have you recalled anything that happened in the last 72 hours?" He says sarcastically.

"Yes, of course I did, but I forgive you. Plus you were only drunk." I said squeezing his hand.

His smile turned even brighter, "This is why I like you, you have such a kind heart."

My jaw dropped. No. He can't like me. I don't like him like that. Oh my lord.

"Sorry Ryan, I have to go." I stutter, grabbing all my stuff and quickly heading towards the door.

"Wait, Cami!" He says, causing me to look at him once again.

"What Ryan?" I exasperate, slowly inching in the direction of the door.

"You don't have to like me back." He quietly says, and I walk out of the door.

I need to get out of this place.