Claimed••CAMREN (G!P)(Paused)

Twenty Seven

"Lo babe, look." Camila giggled. She had the bed's remote and kept messing with it causing the bed to do a whole lot of things. Lauren turned her way and smiled.

"You're gonna break it, Camz." Lauren walked up to her and snatched the remote away, and Camila pouted. The sick brunette slapped Lauren's ass and smirked. The green eyed girl shrieked and glared at her.

"Camila!"

As soon as Lauren said that, the doctor came in. She shut her mouth and sat down. The man with the clipboard cocked an eyebrow and stepped in.

"Camila? There's a Camila here?" He asked, putting his clipboard down. Lauren shook her head.

"No. I don't know who Camila is."

Camila rolled her eyes, annoyed at the doctor.

"What are you doing here? Actually what am I still doing here?" Camila asks grumpily. The doctor chuckled.

"I'm changing your bag and checking up on you...it's my job. You're here to get better." He answered. Camila made a face at Lauren and then at the doctor.

"I'm already better. I don't need you to look after me." She rudely says to him.

"No you're not better, yet. You need to get your blood back to healthy. Maybe staying here will help you with your nightmares." He smiles. Camila's eyes widened and she looks over at Lauren.

"How the fuck do you know I get nightmares?" Camila asks the doctor. Lauren stands up and walks over to her.

"Your girlfriend, Brooke, told me." The doctor gives a confused face and looks over at Lauren.

Lauren gives him a look and his mouth shapes an "o". He grabs his stuff and walks out without a word.

"You told him?" Camila looks at Lauren.

"Yes. I had to." Lauren sighed.

"What the hell, no you didn't." Camila ran a hand through her hair. It wasn't Lauren's place to tell. She doesn't want help.

"Camila, you aren't sleeping because you get nightmares every single fucking night. Of course I had to fucking tell him." Lauren was annoyed now. She was just trying to help. She didn't see what the problem was.

"Why are you still here? You should go home." Camila sunk back on her bed and looked up at the ceiling.

"I stayed here for you, Camila. What else?"

"I didn't ask you to." Camila snapped.

"Wow." Lauren scoffed. She grabbed her things and left the room, leaving a frustrated Camila.

Camila didn't actually want her to go nor did she expect her to. She's just mad that Lauren told the doctor she gets nightmares. She doesn't want anyone to know about that.

She groans. Why is she still even here? She doesn't need no god damn pills to help her sleep. She rips the IV out of her skin and gets up to grab her things before getting out of the small room. She made sure nobody was paying attention, and she dipped outside of the hospital.

How the fuck will she get back home? She should walk.

Camila just hopes nobody will make a huge deal that a girl in a hospital gown is walking alone in the streets. Because then she'll have to kill them which she has no problem with doing.

The half way back home started to rain. Camila started to run instead, hoping to get there faster. It didn't take long for her to get there. She quickly opened her front door and took off her gown right there.