The Foster

part 39

The next day, Becca and I went to visit Callie. Once we got there, the lady at the front desk surprisingly let us up to her room.

"Hey, I brought Becca." I said as we walked in.

"Hey guys." Callie said.

"So, I brought some stuff for you. My iPod, my favorite book that I just finished, a few DVD's, some really fuzzy, cozy socks since it's fall and so you don't have to wear ugly hospital socks, and some Arizona tea. You're allowed to drink that, right?" I asked, handing her a bag contains all the stuff.

"Yeah, but are you sure? I mean, your iPod? That's really expensive and I know you use it a lot." Callie said.

"Well, you need something to keep you busy. There's a bunch of songs on there so i'm sure you'll like at least some of them. You can just return it when you get better." I said.

"And I read the book, too. It's really good. I know you'll love it." Becca said.

"Thanks. Wow, i've been craving that good pie they have in the cafeteria all day." Callie said. She hasn't smiled or shown any emotion since we got here. She didn't last night, either.

"Any hot nurses here?" I asked, playing around.

"Well there is one. His name is Michael. I'm not interested in anything but his looks. One of you should go for him." Callie said.

"Actually, I know Michael. We met a while ago." I told them.

"Really? Well then go for it! You guys would be the cutest couple." Callie said.

"She's dating Ross now." Becca informed her.

"I'm happy for you." Callie said. Then it was silent for a minute. "I'm really sorry. For acting like a bitch to you when you've always been nice and caring towards me. I hate myself for it, for hurting you."

I wanted to cry. Not because she hurt me when she said it, but because I was one of the reasons she hated herself. Because she hates herself, period. I want to cry because we are here at the hospital, visiting my friend who killed herself.

"How about that pie? I'll get us some." I said before they could see me well up. I walked as quick as I could out the door and to the first bench I could find. I sat down and cried. I tried to hold it in but, god. I couldn't. I know how she feels and what she's going through. Sure I don't know exactly but I definitely know ballpark.

"Camille? Are you okay, what wrong?" Michael asked, putting his arm around me. I tried my best to stop crying in front of him, yet failed.

"Yeah, yeah i'm okay. I'm just fine. Can you show me where the cafeteria is?" I managed to get out.

"Yeah, this way." He said. He walked with his arm around my shoulders as I wiped my tears. "You can only order something if you're staying here or work here, so I can get it for you."

"Uh, okay. Some pie would be great." I said, noticing there wasn't a menu. He ordered it and they handed us a plate with two pieces of pie.

"Here you are. Is that all I can help you with?" Michael asked me.

"Yes, thank you." I said.

"If you ever need to talk, i'm here. Remember that." He said. I barely knew this guy but I felt like we were best friends. He pulled me into a hug, I could smell his cologne.

With that, I walked back to Callie's room. I wiped my eyes one last time before walking in.

"Pie!" Becca exclaimed.

"Yep. The last two." I told them.

"I'm not too hungry, you guys are going to have to help me eat it." Callie said.