The last one (camren)

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A consistent beeping noise echoed through the room, becoming clearer and sharper to the small girl lead on the hospital bed. The room was still, none moving, until she regained consciousness.

Camila shook her head, slowly opening her eyes. Her vision instantly felt heavy and sore as her brown orbs adjusted to the dimly lit white room, her head aching.

It was like coming out of a long dream gradually, everything moulding into shape for what seemed like the first time in forever. Everything becoming clearer, making sense to her.

The ceiling blurred into view, it had some moss covering it and in her perspective it looked unfamiliar, strange.

"Wh-" Her raspy voice struggled to escape her throat, it felt like sandpaper scraping painfully along her neck. She cleared it before trying again, "where the fuck am I?" The Cuban asked, hoping for a response.

When she didn't get one, she looked down and noticed how she was wired up to multiple machines, stood in the corner.

So they were what was making those beeping sounds...

There was a dirty thin, grey blanket covering her body. Gently, Camila lifted her head, frowning slightly at her surroundings. The air smelt stale. She sat up in the small single bed she was in, rustling the sheet carefully to free her right arm and reveal the scars and the wires coming from the inside of her elbow.

Beside her bed, on the side table, were some flowers.

Dead, shrivelled, unwatered.

Confusion hit the brunette at once and her heart began to pound against her ribcage, realising how the beeping sound from the machine was getting faster, more frequent.

"Shit." Camila cursed, throwing her weak legs out of the blanket and over the side of the bed.

"Nurse?!" She shouted, relatively loud, her voice incredibly hoarse. No answer. Barely any noise coming from outside her door either.

Placing her two feet onto the cold platform below her, chills already spread throughout her fragile body starting from the tip of her toes.

Carefully, she attempted to raise herself out of the bed, only just becoming aware of what she was wearing; a white hospital gown.

The second that pressure was put onto her feet, her left foot faulted and she had to stop herself from brutally falling over by holding onto the small counter beside her. She exhaled the long breath that she didn't even realise she was holding in. She pulled herself up again trying not to knock the flowers over. Or anything for that matter.

The sole of her left foot was painfully sore. In fact, her whole body was sore.

Turning her leg so she was looking at the sole, she saw a huge, long pink scar stretching from her toes all the way down to her heel.

Oh my god.

That's when she remembered.

"The car crash." She whispered almost inaudibly to herself, her heart plummeting in a split second.

The beeping sound of the machine increased again.

Agitated, worried and annoyed, Camila quickly peeled off the wires from her inner elbow, wincing slightly at the pain as the drip was pulled out of her skin.