I Can Do That With My Eyes Closed

Chapter 9

           

To say that the next few weeks were some of the worst weeks of Camila's life, was an understatement.

Just like Camila used to do before she moved into her college dorm, she had gotten in the shower when all goes wrong. Mostly, because she could ugly cry as loud as she wanted without having to worry too much about other people hearing her; the loud noise of the water hitting the shower tiles drowned out her cries. Also because at that moment Camila needed an escape away from all the pitiful glances and well, the shower is a place where you can expect privacy.

Of course, even though the sound of the shower blocked out her crying, Lauren and Ally were still very worried about the girl (Lucy had gone home not too long after the whole thing had happened, feeling a bit out of place and all) and it definitely didn't help that she had still yet to return from her shower two hours later.

Lauren had picked the lock (apparently it was a skill she was very well trained in) only to find Camila huddled in the corner of the shower with dull eyes, blue lips, and red tear stains down her cheeks. The water had gone cold long ago and at that point, Camila was just getting herself sick. Lauren has respectively wrapped the girl in a towel before practically dragging her from the shower tiles. Ally had mothered the girl, pulling warm clothes from her closet for Camila to wear and pulling her hair back into a long braid.

It was scary for both of the girls too watch, Camila was cold and despondent and if they couldn't see her chest rising and falling as well as the blinking of her eyes, they would have thought the girl was dead. In order to try and give Camila comfort and make her feel better, Ally and Lauren pushed their two twin sized beds together to make one big enough for the three of them to sleep comfortably; Ally and Lauren on the sides while Camila curled into a ball between them. One of Camila's hand's grasped Ally's tightly. Ally assumes it's the only thing reminding the girl that she is still standing (not literally).

Camila ended up getting sick from her cold shower and in some messed up way or another, her horrible cold ended up being the reason she was able to get through the next few days without breaking down to the point of gasping sobs and making herself nauseous.

Don't get Camila wrong, she hates being sick as much as the next person, but she couldn't help but be grateful for the exhaustion that came with it because it allowed her to easily fall asleep at any and all times of the day. Being asleep meant that she didn't have to feel the slow crumbling of her heart, falling to pieces in her chest. It meant that she didn't have to see Dinah (well at least as much, Dinah seemed to be an often occurrence in her dreams lately) and it meant that the time passed quickly without her having to be awake through it all. Best part, her body was way too exhausted to even try to sleep walk. 

So yeah, she was feeling a bit grateful for the week she spent coughing, sneezing, and constantly switching from hot to cold because it meant a distraction from Dinah. She would rather feel the itching of her throat and the aching of her bones than the excruciating collapse of her heart inside her chest. She definitely preferred her body to be consumed with shaking and sweating a fever than the constant thoughts of blonde hair, plump lips, and brown eyes.

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"Mila?" Ally takes kneels on the floor next to the couch that Camila had been practically glued to over the past week. Her head is level with Camila's sleeping form. "Camila?" She places a comforting hand on the girl's back, rubbing up and down to try and wake Camila gradually.

She really hates to wake the girl. She isn't Camila, so she doesn't really know how bad the girl feels, but from the amount of time Camila has spent sleeping, plus the practically constant shaking of her body, scratchy throat, red nose, and her recent heartbreak, she assumes that on a scale from one to ten, Camila must feel like a negative four right now.