The smell of the hospital hits me. I wake up in a gown with gauze on my arms. I have Iv's sticking out of one of my arm. "W-what have I d-done?" I break down in tears. I feel someone touch my hand and hear a familiar voice say " Shhh it's ok, your ok."
"C-Cameron?" I stutter. He leans forward and kisses my forehead. I shutter. I have a sense of safety and I close my eyes. I fall asleep. When I wake up it's dark. I look to my right and there is machines. I look to my left and Cameron's on the chair. He slept here for me. I've been so bothered with my own life that I didn't realize this random kid would die for me. I saw him as a bother while he saw me as his whole world. How could I be so ruthless? I lean over and kiss his cheek. I go back to sleep. In the morning, the hospital staff asks what I want for breakfast. "Whatever Cameron is getting is good. Thanks." They bring us both a big plate of waffles. I break down crying. " Cameron? Did you know?" He replies with a smile. "I remember on the first day of second grade we did a get to know me paper and your favorite food was waffles. I was hoping it hadn't changed." I smile through the tears. I pull him closer and we eat our waffles together. He helps to feed me since my arms are very weak. I smile and laugh the whole time as we talk about memories we have had together. "Remember in 4th grade how we would sit on the swings and sing together?" Cameron says. I snort. "What were we thinking?" I say while trying to hold back the laughter. This is the best day I've had in a while and it's only the morning.
