the three of us {chim}

Piece 126

Camille's POV

I feel numb to everything around me — but not in a bad way. I feel like the crash never happened and that I am fine. That is, until I realize the casts and the stitches and that I am stuck in my mothers' bedroom and that my father is still in the hospital. But, I am home, and I am okay. Mam and Mum are right beside me and they always will be.

"Good Morning," Mam coos as she turns around to face me, "How did you sleep?" She asks and kisses my temple. Neither Mam nor Mum cuddled with me last night because I got uncomfortable. I hated the looks on their faces when I asked if they could give me space.

"Good, but I missed your cuddles." I admit and watch as the smile on my mother's face grows in delight. She scoots closer to me and opens her arms, allowing me to lay my head on her chest and my arm around her waist. I position my leg in a comfortable place and take a deep breath.

"Baby," Mam sounds, "I just want to know that you are okay—"

"Mamma, I'm fine," I groan, "I just needed my space last night.  It's a bit uncomfortable to be all cuddled up when I'm down an arm and a leg." I giggle and look up at her.  She is smiling with me and gives me a kiss on the tip of my nose.

"Why are you both awake so early?" Mum asks as she whines about the time.

"Because sleep isn't comfortable these days," I say and slowly turn to face her.  She frowns at me, which I hate.

"Don't frown," I tell her and her smile comes into view.  I grin back and get kisses from her all over my face.

"Can I actually move today?"

"What do you mean?"

"Like, can I go downstairs, be social, be in a different setting?" I ask with a bit of annoyance in my voice — I am over feeling trapped.  Suddenly, I hear sheets ruffling and feel cold air flow to my body.  When I peer up, I see Mum stand up and hold her arms out.

"What're you doing?" I giggle as I stare at her.

"You wanna go downstairs?  Let's go!" Mumma cheers and holds her arms out further towards me.  I move over, with Mam's help, to her arms.  Mum picks me up bridal-style and heads out of their bedroom.  For once, I see light, I see freedom.

"You definitely gotta shower and brush your teeth first," Mum giggles and carries me to my room.  She sits me down on my en-suite counter and gets my cast bags out.  I take off my clothes best as possible before Mum helps me.  She puts the bags over my two casts and ties them to be sure no water comes in.  She then helps me walk on my one good foot to my shower, where I feel more familiar with the confined space.

"Can you do it on your own?"

"Yeah, I just need help with the shampoo and conditioner." I told her and she nods.  I rinse my hair and body off and then hand the shampoo to Mum. She massages my head and washes my hair, then does my conditioner. She rinses me off all together and then lets me wash my own body.

"You can do it, Camille," Mum hands me the shower head to rinse myself. She leans her back against the shower door and peers away from my body, knowing that my confidence has never been too high.

"Okay, here's your towel," Mum says as she gets off the door and opens it for me. I take the towel from her hand and wait for her to help me out — but she never does.

"I need help," I cry out for her and she shakes her head.

"You can do it, sweetheart." She pushes me and I know that she is doing this for my own good, but I need her help.