After surviving a bank robbery, with much thanks to Aquaman, Camille decides to complete her training to join the police force; to help people like he did and to redeem herself from a gruesome death that she was too petrified to stop. After being as...
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The hospital room was stuffy and the air had an undertone of bleach. The walls were magnolia and scraped in places from the hundreds of trolleys that had bumped into them. The pictures on the walls were cheap benign prints of uplifting scenes and above the double doors was a large blue plastic sign with the area of the hospital that Camille was in.
The officer had always despised hospitals. She avoided them like the plague, only ever allowing herself to go when others begged her to. This time she hadn't been given a choice. Arthur had dumped her there to get her ankle treated then left without so much as a second glance.
The Doctor was nice enough, as were the nurses, but after having over a dozen stitches sewn into her skin Camille was more than ready to leave. They wouldn't let her though. Apparently being attacked by a 'shark' warranted more than a few hours in the hospital.
On the bedside table a buzzing sound vibrated the wooden surface. Camille, with a sigh, reached towards her mobile and slid the highlighted green symbol. The instant she lifted the phone to her ear a familiar voice spoke on the other end.
"Hello, bubbles." Her grandma's loving tone soothed her of any previous irritation. "How are you feeling?"
Camille's grandma, Deborah, had called earlier that day. A little more panicked than she was now upon hearing about the shark attack. Camille had managed to calm her down, and this time she sounded more clear headed. "I'm doing fine, nana. Just a little sore."
Her grandma gave a worried exhale that Camille could hear through the speaker. "I wish there was something I could do. Are you sure you don't want me to visit? I'll bring you your favourite potato bake. I'm sure it will be better than what they're feeding you over there."
"Thanks nana, but I'll be alright. I'm hoping to leave tomorrow anyway. It's not worth travelling ten hours just to see me for a few minutes."
"Oh, don't be silly. Of course it's worth it." The elderly woman said sweetly.
"Please, nana, it's really not that serious." Camille pleaded. Her grandma was too old to be travelling for that long, especially whilst suffering with ongoing Rheumatoid Arthritis. Even walking was becoming too painful for her now. "I'll come see you instead when I get the chance."
"And when will that be, Bubbles?"
"Soon. I promise." Camille said guiltily. It had been a while since she visited, or even called. She'd just been so busy of late that she lost sight of the people she cared for. "I've just got a lot on my mind right now."
"Like what?" The elderly woman asked, eager to help ease her granddaughter's doubts.
"It's not something that I can explain in too much detail." Camille replied, shifting further into the stark white mattress and feeling the sheets of the same colour begin to fold awkwardly around her form. "I've just been feeling a little useless of late."
