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Chapter 16 Kyson

We've been at the hospital for about 45 or so minutes. Issac texted me, but I didn't reply. I'll just tell him.

Cameron has this thing were he is really caring for everyone else, except himself. He doesn't care what he does to himself. Everyone else though, even just a scratch he'll get frantic about getting it looked at. Well most of the time. He's bipolar. Being bipolar doesn't mean I like him less. Nothing makes me like my friends less. He can't control it, but he tries to busy himself with other things.

"Kyson," I hear Cameron say. I look in his direction. He's motioning me over. I get up and walk over to him.

"So Cameron tells me that you're here with him," the doctor says.

"Yes sir," I say. Shit. I always say sir or ma'am from habit.

"Okay, well. He did break the metacarpal in his thumb, otherwise it's just bruised," he says, "But Cameron, I don't want you to be using this hand much okay?"

Cameron nods. How would he use it? He has a dark blue cast that goes over part of his thumb and goes until is elbow. He's also in a sling. Probably to keep it elevated? I don't know. I've never really been to the hospital for these things until Issac hurt himself.

"Um. Sir, that's his dominant hand," I point out, "Cameron is left handed."

"Right, certain things that you can't do with your non dominant hand you may on occasion use your dominant. But just try to avoid using it as much as possible," the doctor says.

"Okay," Cameron says reluctantly. He then starts walking to the door. I go too. The doctor stops me.

"Make sure," he says.

"Yes, sir," I say nodding. Then I go outside because Cameron already left. When I walk outside he's on a call. I don't interrupt, but I overhear some of the conversation.

"Yeah... I'll be home soon... No he's here... Yeah, I just said he was here with me... You don't have to keep checking on me... I'm cleared, and on the meds..." he then hangs up and says, "Ready?"

"Yeah..." I say.

"Don't worry, it's just my girlfriend," he says.

"You're girlfriend?" I ask curiously. I thought they broke up. That's what he told me last time. That he was breaking up with her.

"Yes my girlfriend," he says.

"Oh," I mumble, "Didn't realize you had one still."

"Huh?" He says.

"I just thought you guys broke up," I say shrugging.

"No, we didn't break up," he says.

"Anyway," I say, "Ready to go?"

"Yeah," he says.

"Mmm 'kay," I say.

"Hey, um Kyson," he says as we walk to my car.

"Yesh?" I say unlocking the car. I parked close because it was open and convenient.

"Do you think I should break up with her?" He says. He's talking about his girlfriend.

"No, I mean if you love her then you love her. That's a fact," I say as we pull out.

"Okay," he says. He then rests his uninjured hand on his stomach.

"You feel sick?" I ask.

"No," he says.

"Did something happen?" I ask.

"No," he says again. He's not telling me something. I need to know.

"Cameron, please tell me. I want to help," I say.

"Kyson, if it was any of your business then I would tell you. But it's not. So no, I'm not going to tell you," he says. Maybe I can get him to spill by talking about Sara. His girlfriend. Worth a try.

"So... How's Sara," I say. He doesn't answer. Ah. I see what he's doing. Giving me the 'Silent Treatment.' "How's Sara doing?" I ask again. Still no response, but I can sense him getting angrier. "Now tell me Cameron, how's Sar-"

"KYSON! IT'S JUST A FEW BRUISES!" He shouts.

"Bruises?" I say concerned. Cameron has fragile bones. This could be serious. I mean he eats and everything, but he is just well... Cameron. I pull over on the road.

"Kyson, what are you doing?" He asks.

"Cameron," I say.

"What?" He asks.

"I'm really concerned about you right now," I say.

"Kyson," he says pleadingly, "I'm fine, really."

"Cameron, I care about you a lot," I say, "I don't want you to get hurt. You're not fine. Tell me what happened. Please. I just want to help."

"Kyson," he says.

"Cameron, did she say something?" I ask. "Tell me what she said."

"Kyson, you don't need to get involved," he says.

"If she's abusing you. Then yes I do," I say. Nobody hurts my friends.

He sighs, then says, "Well, we got into a fight... Then she said some stuff about my bipolar... I argued with her... She hit me... Told me I was worthless, n' stupid... Then I stormed out... Last night she texted me that she needs me and that she was really sorry and wasn't thinking straight... Then she said that she can't be without me and that if I break up with her she's going to tell everyone at school that I am bipolar."

"Holy shit," I say. "Cameron, dude, you don't believe what she said about you right? That you're worthless and stupid?"

"Well, I kinda feel like that," he says. I notice that he has tears in his eyes, but is holding them back.

"Cameron, you're not worthless. You're worth it. You're not stupid, you very intelligent. And you're also wanted," I say. Then I lean over and hug him. Which is kinda hard, but ya know. It's worth it.

"Kyson, I don't know what to do," he says.

"We'll figure something out," I say.