The Dare That Went Wrong || Cameron Dallas

7: In Hospital-

***** Poppy's POV *****

I know Max didn't like Cameron that much, heck, neither do I. But what he did was to far. The back seat of my dad's car is covered in blood even my attempt of wrapping material around it didn't help the bleeding. I honestly don't know what's going to happen to Max. And to be honest I didn't want to.

We arrived at the hospital and my dad carried Cameron into the reception area of A&E and quickly explained what happened and a doctor came to us quickly and took Cameron off somewhere in a wheelchair.

"Will he be ok?" I quietly asked my dad.

"He should be fine" my dad smiled weakly.

I then asked the question I was dreading to hear the answer to... "What about....Max" I said even quieter.

"I honestly don't know sweetie. I think this is going to have to be a decision you and Cameron will have to discuss" he sighed.

I let out a small tear, not only for Max and what his consequences might be, but for Cameron as well. I know I've never liked him, but this is all my fault. If I held on to his lead tighter. If I went a different way. If I hadn't have taken him with me. None of this would have happened. It's all my fault!

I don't know what is going to happen with Cameron. I've never seen a situation like this before. TV nor real life. What could happen? Could he get a infection? What if it spreads? All these questions where flooding through my head until I was pulled out of my thoughts by my dad nudging me.

"Hi, are you here for Cameron Dallas?" A doctor asked.

Me and my dad both nodded.

"Well, he lost a lot of blood, but we have fixed that, he had a small infection which we have cleaned up so it won't spread. He will have permanent scaring. He also had to have 30 stitches on the large cut and 10 more on another. We have bandaged his arm up and it's all sorted out." He smiled.

I jumped up from my seat "will I be able to go and see him?"

"Sure, are you his girlfriend?" He asked, curious to why I was a bit excited he was ok.

My heart raced a bit. What is that all about? "Erm, no. A friend. It was my dog who did that to him so I feel terrible, so I'm just happy he's ok" I smiled.

"Oh, well, follow me, I'll take you to his room"

Me and my dad followed the doctor to the room Cameron was in.

"Just before you go in, just to let you know, he's still a bit drowsy from the gas and air, so he won't be able to be released for another couple of hours" he informed us.

"Ok, thank you" my dad said.

I slowly walked into the room where Cameron was laying. He looked, so tired. My dad stayed outside of the room for a while as I walked up to Cameron who was laying in his bed, so I sat down on the seat next to him.

"Hey Cameron, it's Poppy" I quietly said. I knew he was awake, just not fully. So I didn't want to startle him.

"Oh, hey" he smiled slightly.

I let out I breath, and smiled "I'm so sorry Cameron. You know I'm not fond of you that much, but I never, ever, wish for something like this to happen. I'm so sorry" I let out a little sob.

"Hey, it's ok. Look, I'm fine" he smiled.

"No. No Cameron, it's not" I sighed. "My dog did this to you! If I had just held onto him...or concentrated on my surroundings, none of this would have happened"

Cameron gently held my hand, knowing it would make me lift my head up to look at him. "This is NOT your fault. Don't blame yourself. It's my fault. He obviously doesn't like me. That and he was scared. I shouldn't have tried to get his lead. I should have got Nash to come and find you. It's not your fault. Please don't blame yourself"

"But-" I tried to defend but Cameron gave me a stern look as if to say 'don't you dare disagree.' I looked down at the bed away from Cameron. "There's one serious question I need to know, I don't want to put you under pressure because this is much my decision as it is yours. You don't have to answer it straight away, but we need to sort it out."

"What is it?" He questioned.

"What...what shall we do with Max?" I stuttered. "I can't deal with a dog that's that vicious, and he's still a puppy"

"I honestly don't mind" he said.

"Please Cameron. He did this to you. I need you to give me some idea of what to do. You don't have to let me know today, but this is serious" I explained.

"Ok, can I think about it?" He asked.

I nodded and looked outside to see my dad talking to a doctor. Then I looked back down and noticed Cameron was still holding my hand. I hadn't even attempted to move it away. What's wrong with me?

After what felt like a minute talking to Cameron it had actually been 2 hours, he was now fully awake and the doctor had made my dad fill in a form to let him be released from the hospital.

Cameron got changed into his clothes he was wearing before and met us outside the room.

"You ready?" My dad asked.

Cameron nodded and took my hand in his and intertwined our fingers. Why does he keep doing that today? And more importantly, why do I not try to make him let go? He still hasn't apologised to me yet. And I still haven't forgiven him. I'm so confused.

We got to the car park and hopped into the car in the positions we where sat in on the way to the hospital.

"I'm sorry for all of this on the back seat, Mr. McDonald" Cameron apologised once again.

"It's fine, nothing a bit of washing up liquid and elbow grease can't handle" my dad laughed.

"I'll come and clean it for you when we get back" he said.

"No you won't" dad argued.

Cameron tried to fight back but my dad just ignored him. That's how you know you've lost an argument against my dad. He just ignores you.

When we returned home my dad invited Cameron round, which he accepted. Mum had locked Max in his cage since we had left, and he was still in there now. He was looking at everyone with his big puppy eyes. The hardest thing I have to do now is ignore him. He did something wrong and he had to learn that. Barking and growling is one thing. But nearly ripping someone's arm off is completely different.

After getting something to drink and a bowl of chips (fries) we headed upstairs to watch a movie. It's the least I can do.

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Sorry it's short. I didn't know what to write! But I think I have a good idea for the next part so bare with me!