the three of us {chim}

Piece 117

Author's POV

"Oh...hi." Cheryl's stunned to see a police officer stood at her front door.  She was expecting to swing the door open and see her babygirl jumping into her arms.

"Are you the legal parent or guardian of Camille Kinsley?" The officer asks and Cheryl nods her head as she feels her ability to speak disappear.  The tone of the officer's voice is sorrowful and filled with despair.

"I'm going to need you to come to the St. Bartholomew's Hospital." He tells Cheryl just as Kimberley came up behind her fiancée, wanting to know what the quietness is all about.

"What's going on?" Kimberley questions, wanting to protect Cheryl, who seems utterly speechless and devastated.

"There's been an accident.  Ms Kinsley has been admitted into St. Bartholomew's Hospital." The policeman keeps a frown upon his lips and doesn't dare to smile. 

Cheryl's whole body freezes. Her immense love for Camille makes the strike of the grave news more difficult. Cheryl can feel her soul tearing apart and it is all because her heart is sending love to her daughter every second. Cheryl begins to feel so much, that she starts to feel nothing at all. Moments ago, Cheryl was dancing with her fiancée and now she is mid-panic-attack at the news of her daughter's health.

The two women frenetically grab their purses and coats, not wanting to wait around a moment longer. Cheryl and Kimberley get into the police car, seeing as the both of them are shaking from nerves.  The police officer cannot give off any more details, referring to the laws of doctor-patient-confidentiality.  Cheryl holds her fiancées hand tightly, which Kimberley doesn't even acknowledge.  Their baby is in the hospital, waiting for her mothers' to save her.

"Kimberley, I-" Cheryl's voice trembles and Kimberley knew that her fiancée is on the verge of a breakdown. Cheryl hasn't experienced a panic attack in years and, luckily, Kimberley was there to see it, so she knows exactly how to handle it.

"Shh, I know." Kimberley puts her arms around Cheryl and grasps onto her.  The Geordie has never felt more nervous and scared in her life.  If James let anything happen to her babygirl, Cheryl swears that she will kill him.

"Me baby-" Cheryl wails and lets the tears roll "I can't bear it, Kimba." Cheryl shrieks and cries a puddle from her beautiful pools of brown.  To even imagine Camille in a hospital room frightens Cheryl to the point where her skin has left her body.

"Cheryl, Cheryl," Kimberley notices Cheryl's breathing hitch as she droops in her arms.  Cheryl tries to breath but her mind is convincing her otherwise.  Kimberley grabs her fiancées cheeks and intently peers into her eyes.

"Cheryl, please, breathe!" Kimberley exclaims and kisses all over Cheryl's face.  The police officer realizes that the women are having breakdowns and turns his siren on.  He darts through traffic and gets to the hospital as quickly as possible.

The feeling of losing someone for forever is an immense fright.  The thought that Camille could be dead by now crosses Cheryl's mind by the second.  She's lost her baby once, she can't lose her again.  Cheryl's mind stops rushing as the car stops on the curb, which allows Cheryl and Kimberley to zip into the hospital.  The automatic doors slow their rush and Cheryl felt time suddenly leisure down.

"Camille Twee-" Kimberley stops herself and remembers that Camille's not legally hers or Cheryl's "Kinsley." She finishes her daughter's name but it d0esn't sound like Camille.  Without the double-barreled last name of her mothers', it's not her - it's the old Camille.  The one where Cheryl and Kimberley didn't exist in her world.