I dabble in conciousness. My head gently knocking against Klaus' heart. My arms around his neck. He lifts me closer to him. Pressing me against his warm chest. He opens up a door and walks along the creaking floor boards. Gently he lifts me down onto a plush mattress and folds the covers up to my chin. He lightly brushes my forehead with his hand. His ring grazes my temple. He pulls back immediately and yells out. I try and hear what he says but I am far too gone.
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"Has Freya made any progress?" Klaus' voice rings warmly in the air.
"None." Marcels sultry tone. "She went out to Cami's apartment to look through the old grimoire's." I unstick my eyelids and try and sit up but a sharp pain hits me in the stomach. I let out a groan and instantly they are by my side, Marcel on my left and Klaus on my right. And awkwardness spreads through the air. They stare at eachother for a moment before Klaus lets go. Strange, he never backs down. Marcels pushes me back down onto the mattress and grabs some pillows from the end of the bed to support my neck.
"How are you feeling Camille?" I look over at him. He is sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Holy." He lets out a chuckle and shakes his head at me. Some of the awkwardness dissipates and a weight is lifted from my chest. I am not mad at him, I don't know why but I'm not. All the hot rage I felt when I stormed out of the compound is gone. He looks relieved aswell. A twinkle in his eyes.
"Seriously Camille, how do you feel." His words ache through me and I realise just how much pain I am in.
"I feel frail Klaus, like I am withering away. Every part of me feels fragile. I feel it in my bones. I feel thin, stretched. Like butter spread over too much bread." He widens his eyes at my words. I can tell they worry him deeply. He looks over at Marcel and they share a long look.
"Cami, maybe it's best if you get some rest. You'll heal better when you sleep." Marcel moves closer towards me and grasps my hand. Klaus looks away and I feel uncomfortable. I move my hand away from his. I adjust my pillows.
"Can't you try healing me? With your blood." Klaus looks exasperated.
"We have tried love. Many times but all had the same result. Your wound never closed." He looks pained.
"Klaus, what are you not telling me?" He averts eye contact and Marcel speaks up.
"If anything Cami, it's grown." My mouth opens and I fold back the covers. Suddenly aware that I am only in a bra. I let out. Shaky breathe and examine the hole that has grown along my side. Uncovering my ribcage. Yellow againsy the white of the duvet. I fold the covers back over my wound. I feel a tear forming in my tear duct.
"Um...can I, can I have some time alone?" Marcel jumps up.
"Yea, of course. I'll come back later." I turn to face him.
"Don't worry, go back to your apartment." He looks confused. "Umm...I'll message you with any updates?" He sighs and nods his head. Gently he brushes some of the hair back from my face. His hand scrapes something plasticy, a bandage. "Wait, what is that?" He looks to Klaus. Who nods his head.
"You go, I'll explain it to her." Marcel shrugs and walks to the door.
"Bye Cami." He walks out of the room and Klaus takes place where he was seated. He holds my hand lightly.
"Before I explain everything to you, I want you to know that I am sorry."
"Klaus - " He interrupts me.
"No, I nedd to get this out. Camille, I treated you unfairly while you stayed here. I put my own need to keep you safe above your need for your own happiness. I understand if you don't forgive me but just know that I am sorry." I am taken back. My mouth opens and closes like a goldfish before finally finding the words to speak.
"Klaus, I have already forgiven you. Yes what you did was unfair. But you did it for a reason. Thank you for your apology, I appreciate it I do. However it wasn't needed." I smile at him and squeeze his hand. He smiles and me and leans over me. Placing a kiss on my forehead.
"I missed you."
"I missed you too."
He lies down on the mattress next to me and props himself up on the wall. "Now about this bandage," He loosely touches it. "I hurt you earlier today." I stiffen. "On accident of course. My ring scraped your face, and caused a gash on your temple. I tried to heal you but the wound wouldn't close. It is like your stomach wound. Unhealable."
"But won't I, won't I lose too much blood?" He nods his head from side to side.
"We stitched it up. But the wound is still fresh, hence the bandage." I nod my head slowly.
"So take me to a hospital, they would stitch up my stomach."
"Camille, you should be dead by now. No mundane doctor is going to understand and even if we compelled him. How would they stitch up a hole?" My breathing labours.
"Am I going to die Klaus?" He looks at me and put his arms around my shoulders.
"Not on my watch love." I nestle my head into his collar bone and close my eyes.
