Pleasure | E.D

thirty-six

Ethan's POV:

"Ethan wake up sweetie."
I quickly open my droopy eyes to see a lady shaking me.
"Ethan right?" She asks.

I nod my head.

Camila.

"Where's Camila. Camila." I start to freak out, the lady holds my shoulders.
"She's okay. I'm her mother." She says with a sweet smile.
"Oh Miss.Lopez. Nice to meet you. Have we met before?" I say nervously.
She lest out a small chuckle.

"I don't believe we have met, but she talks about you a lot." She smiles.
"She really likes you." She says.

Camila likes me?

"I-I like her t-too." I smile as i stand up.
She hugs me and i hug her too.

"Thank you Ethan. How can i repay you?" She cries.
I rub her back, "Your welcome Miss. Lopez" I say.

"Miss.Lopez?" A man shouts from the white hall way.

"Wanna see her with me?" She asks me, i smile and nod my head.

I walk behind her.

We walk into the bright white room, i look at the hospital bed, there sat Camila.

A tear dropped from my eye to the floor. I felt it drop.

Her mom walked to the other side of the bed she's laying in.
"Hey mom." her weak voice squeaks.
Her mom motions me to sit down the other side of her bed.

Camila looks at me and a smile creeps onto her face.
"How do you feel?" I ask, not really knowing what to say.
"A little shitty."
"Camila." her mom raises her eyebrows.
I giggle a little and Camila smiles.

I look at her in awe.
"Ethan saved your life dear." Her mom said to her and looked back at me as a tear slipped from her eye.

"Thank you E." Camila weakly said, she had her hand out, her palm was open, indicating for me to hold it, she was still talking to her mom though.

I hesitated at first but quickly grabbed hold of her hand. She flinched at the sudden contact, she looked at our hands and then smiled at me.

Her gorgeous smile.

"Camila! Oh my god." Lauren says and runs through the door.
I heard Camila chuckle as Lauren knocked over a few things from the table.

"Are you okay? I'm so sorry Miss Lopez i should have been with her. This is all my fault." Lauren cried.
"None of this is your fault Lauren." I say, they all looked at me, confused and waiting for another answer.

"It's mine. Someone at school made something up, saying i was using her. But i wasn't. She then ran off, i should've chased after her. But i thought she needed space. I thought she didn't want me to run after her. So, stupidly, i let her go. But if i wasn't behind her. God knows what would've happened." I said, i looked her when i said every single one of those words, a tear slipped from my eye.

She squeezed my hand three times, i look down at her hand, tightly squeezed around my hand.

I look up to her, my eyebrows furrow and she laughs and shakes her head.

She squeezed my hand three times.
What does that mean?

Thanks for reading.
Hope you enjoyed.
Peace.

~Olivia x