Person Of Interest. [GoodGuyFitz]

Coffee At Cams.(17)

Cam sighed heavily and shut the car door, making his way around to the drivers side. He slid in with ease then slid his hand into mine and squeezed lightly, "Alrighty lets get you home love."

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"You're delusional to even acknowledge that the earth may be flat!" I threw my arms up in frustration, but quickly regretted that decision as the burning in my side returned.

"Look," Cam laughed, "I know the earth isn't flat. But those conspiracy theorists on YouTube make a compelling argument. For example, say we didn't have satellite images of the earth, you have to admit their idea of things would be fairly believable. Anything would be believable."

"Well yeah, you're right-"

"I know I am," Cam interrupted me with a smug smile.

"You're... ugh," I threw my head back in defeat. Arguing with him goes nowhere and accomplishes nothing, but it's entertaining to say the least. He's the kind of guy who's able to produce a compelling argument over anything you present in front of him, whether he agrees with the subject or not.

For example, right now it's ten in the morning, neither of us had slept for nearly twenty four hours, and we're arguing over the flat earth theory. I'm not entirely sure how the subject came to be, but it did and he's being very frustrating at the moment.

He tried to bring up the incident with Katy multiple times but I shut him down every time. I explained to him that I understood why he did what he did, and I didn't plan on holding that over his head. It hurts, but time heals all wounds. And all I've got is time.

I refused to take any of the painkillers Cam had offered me because I've had a rather distasteful experience with opioids and I'd rather stay off of that path. The spot in my ribs where I had been shot made it very uncomfortable to lay down, and sleeping while sitting up isn't something I'm able to do. Cam felt bad that I wasn't able to get to sleep, so he offered to stay up with me.

And that's where we are now, having coffee at Cams. It turns out he's actually pretty great at making coffee, he has multiple fancy coffee machine looking things that I can't remember the names of. Half of his kitchen looked like Starbucks behind the counter.

"Upside down caramel macchiato," Cam presented me with a tall clear glass of some of the fanciest coffee I've ever laid my eyes on.

"Why is it called upside down?" I questioned and surveyed the glass.

"Because with a normal one, the foam is usually on top and the coffee sits on the bottom. But the upside down tastes better because... It just does?" He failed to explain and ended up laughing instead, "Drink!"

I smiled as I recalled the memory from just a few hours ago. Cam and I have done nothing but talk and goof around the entire time. He did a good job at making me laugh and forget about the pain in my side, which I'm insanely grateful for. Unfortunately the mental block doesn't last too long and I started to have the pains again. Cam took notice of that when I went to stand up to use the restroom. A stinging sensation spread throughout the entire left side of my body, making me yell out.

"I think you should go to the doctor, love," he said with concern. His eyebrows came together and he stood up next to me, placing his hand on my hip for support.

"Yeah, and when I tell them I got shot wearing a bulletproof vest they're going to ask questions. It's not like I can pass this injury off as anything else, Cam."

"You could tell them you got shot with a paintball gun at close range."

"I used to play paintball when I was younger. Their bruises aren't nearly as prominent as this, close range or not," I shrugged and hung my head.