the three of us {chim}

Piece 121

Rosie's POV

"Mmm—" I hear a mumble as I stare blankly into Camille's eyes. The most enchanting eyes I have ever laid my own eyes upon. The eyes that steal my words away, sing songs to me, and make the stars seem like nothing but specks of dust. Her eyes tell me the stories that her lips are too afraid to say. And now, those eyes are looking into mine, emulating exactly how she feels.

"Doctor, Doctor!" I shout as I dart off the bed, "Call the Doctor!" I swing open the door and see Kimberley already sprinting down the corridor.  Before we could all soak it in, doctors and nurses all rush down the corridor to Camille's room.

Her eyes.  They were cracked open, struggling to fully view the room.  Her pupils were dilated, showing the fear that she experienced from her coma.  I cannot imagine hearing everything but not being able to wake up and join in on the conversation.  Camille is so outspoken when around her loved ones, it is hard to imagine her not saying anything.

Somehow, I managed to slip into the room along with the doctors and Camille's mothers'.  I watched in awe as the doctors make their surrounding circle around Camille's bed.

Camille's POV

Horror.  It is all I feel in this moment.

My breathing feels collapsed as I try to inhale but it just will not happen. I feel something moving around in my throat, which is holding back my airway. I squirm and try to spit it out but it is too far down for me to do it on my own. Somehow, the object is pulled out and I am finally able to breathe on my own. I want to focus on my breathing but another uncomfortable touch is felt.

Someone pulls my eyelid open and flashes a bright light in my eye.  My eye burns from the uncomfortable sensation and I cringe in the sheets.  I shut my eyes tight and do not dare to open them.  I hear voices shouting out numbers as hands touch my arms to stop me from fidgeting.  I feel the tears slip down my cheeks as I listen to the impulsive screams escaping from my own lips.

"Camille, Camille, I need you to calm down." I hear a familiar voice that I cannot seem to put a face to.  I shake my head and cry further, hating all of the foreign voices and touches surrounding me.

"What do you need, Camille?  The more you squirm, the more they will hold you down!" The voice speaks loudly over my sobs and shouts, which calms me a bit, "What do you need?" The voice becomes softer as the person, whoever it is, realizes that I will not respond to their shouts.

Dad. I remember something. I remember something happening to him. But I don't know what happened — what happened to him? Why can I not remember?

"Dad! I want my Dad! Is he okay?!" I cry out in my raspy voice and do not hear the voice respond.  I become upset as seconds go by where I do not hear my Dad's voice.

"Camille, your Dad hasn't woken up yet." The voice speaks quietly, "What about your mothers'?" She asks as I read her voice, which pleads for me to understand her.

"Mamma?" I ask and don't hear a response. I begin to worry and squirm more, which only results in the hands holding me down tighter.

"Hi, baby," I hear a whisper as I feel a hand on my cheek.  My body freezes and my tensed muscles relax just from the warm touch. The familiar Geordie accent warms my heart and I feel a deep, loving kiss on my forehead.  More kisses are placed on my forehead and I cannot keep the tears from falling.

"I know you're confused, baby, but you gotta open your eyes," I hear Mamma's gentle voice tell me and I shake my head, "I know it's scary, but you need to open your eyes.  I promise it won't hurt, you just need to let the doctors check up on you and ask you some questions, bubba." Mamma uses the pet name that always makes me come around.  I let my eyes flutter and hear Mam continuing to encourage me on. The hands that held down my limbs slowly removed themselves and I realized that they were nurses.