Hours later......
Brad's POV
We sat in the waiting room of the hospital for hours, we were waiting for someone to come out and tell us what was going on. I turned to Layla and gently squeezed her shoulder.
"don't worry Brad... He will be fine... I know it... I just know it"
"how... How can you be so sure?"
"because he's a strong guy... He will be okay... He's going to get through this... We will know what is wrong with him soon... Trust me" Cam rests his head on my lap and his eyes drift shut.
"I can take him home if you want" I smiled at her softly and nodded.
"that would be great" I said handing the car keys to her. She came and pecked me on the cheek and slowly woke him up.
"come on little buddy, I gotta take you home" he got up slowly and smiled shyly.
"thanks" he said so weakly that it broke my heart. I couldn't handle seeing him sad but I didn't know how to help. We headed to the care and just as I opened the door he spoke.
"he's not going to make it is he?"
"I don't know... He might"
"but what if he doesn't"
"than I don't know what to do... It's not like Im god or anything..." he got in and the drive home was silent.
