Dusk Till Dawn (A Liam and Ally Story)

Chapter 8

Ally's POV

My vision was blurry as I began to open my eyes. Everything was blurry or just fuzzy. I wiped my eyes.

After I regain my vision, I looked around me and saw that it was night time, and I was at home. As I began to sit up, I felt a wave of pain hit me in the head. I covered the spot of pain with my hand and found a band-aid taped against my head.

I try to recollect what had just happened before I went unconscious. I went to hospital and show Camila one of my patient. He began to have a heart attack. We called for the nurse, and they took him away. I went out and saw someone who looked like the stranger. Although, I could only see his back. My curiosity got the best of me and I was walking towards him, but I think he knew. That's probably why he kept walking away from me.

I try to cut him off and decided to take a different direction. I went up the stairs and saw him. I was going to confront him, but he bumped into me. I didn't really get to his face, because I must've tripped and fell down the stairs. And then the next I know, I woke up here.

"Finally," I heard Camila's voice from the side. "You're awake."

I looked at her blankly. "W-what happened?" I said as the pain remained.

"You tripped and fell down the stairs," Camila explained.

I nodded. I looked around me, and I was in the living room. I laying on the couch while Camila was in the kitchen, making something. I saw that she was trying not to use crutches and was relying on the counters to help her walk and move.

I removed the blanket that was keeping me warm and walked into the kitchen. I could smell something in the air. It was really good. Camila was stirring a pot of, what I believe, soup.

"Okay, I had a sense that you got hungry," Camila said. "After all, you didn't eat anything today."

"What time is it?" I asked her.

"Around a quarter before nine," she said.

I widened my eyes. So I slept through 5 hours. I must've been really out of it.y eyes wondered around as my mind still kept trying remember. I looked at Camila's wrapped leg, and I remembered that she had crutches. She could hardly walk, so how she gotten home?

Home?!

I managed to ask, "How did you get home?" She grabbed a ladle and poured a spoonful of chicken noodle soup in it.

She looked at me with a smile. What? Why was she smiling? There has to be a reason why she's smiling. "What? What happened?"

Camila sighed and set the bowl next to me on the counter. "No questions yet. Please. I don't want to spill hot soup on me, on you, or even the floor."

I nodded and waited patiently. She gave herself a bowl, and we settled down on the kitchen table. I helped her set the bowls down. We sat straight across from one another.

After a moment of silence, I asked once more, "So how did you get home?"

She sighed heavily, knowing that I wouldn't give up easily. "Okay, so after you left the room, I sat down patiently waiting for you, but you took a long time to come back. I looked at the time, and it was already past three o'clock. I then went to go search for you, but you were no where to be found. I kind of panicked until I went up to one of the nurses. I think I saw her blush a little when I asked about you, and I didn't understand why. She told me your room number, and when I walked in, there was this guy—"

"A guy!" I said, not actually trying to shout.

"Shhh!" she said, placing a finger over her lips.