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He woke up.

Well, it wasn't that abrupt; his eyelids felt like they were glued onto his face, and his mouth felt like the midday sun in a desert. He'd awoken, but kept his eyes closed, listening to the sounds of machinery beeping and feeling the warmth of the bedsheet beneath him.

Wait .

He mustered up some effort to open his heavy eyelids, moving his head just a tad bit to see a white room with a window on the side, overlooking some street.

This certainly wasn't his room.

Cam was tired though. He didn't feel like staying awake, so he closed his eyes again and laid back onto the pillow.

When he woke up again, his head felt much clearer. He moved his head a bit, feeling the bones in his neck crack a little with disuse as he straightened up.

Ah shit, that hurts, Cam though, cringing in pain.

His ribs and head hurt the most, and bandages covered most of his body. His legs were in casts, and his arm felt as if someone was hitting it with a hammer repeatedly.

Wow, I lived, he thought, looking around the room he was in, before his eyes fell onto Eric, who was sitting in a chair beside him. Eric was looking at nothing, seemingly deep in thought since he didn't even notice Cam moving.

"Hey--" Cam started saying, before coughing embarrassingly. He sounded so awful, even to his own ears. He needed some water.

Eric's head snapped up, looking at Cam in the bed.

"You're awake," he said blankly.

"Y-eah, I figured," Cam replied jokingly, voice cracking a bit. "Nice observation."

"Oh shut up," Eric huffed, looking both relieved and annoyed. "I care about you enough to come visit you, and the first fucking thing you say is this."

"And you can have more where that came from," Cam grinned, waggling his eyebrows. "But first, I really need some water, that would be great."

"Yeah okay, I'll ask for some," Eric said, getting up and walking out the door.

Cam was left alone in his thoughts.

Man that was a shitty experience, he thought, looking out the window. Clouds of green dotted the streets, waving to and fro while the cars below honked and drove down by. He had watched each of his friends die within the span of a day--which repeated over and over again, like a nightmare.

He laughed out loud, leaning back into the pillows. But, he was alive, and so were they. Or, at least, he hoped they were, because Eric might've said something by now if one of them had actually kicked the bucket.

Well my upload schedule just got fucked to oblivion, Cam thought, looking at his broken ribs and legs. He was debating whether or not to actually tweet about his situation, or just keep silent about it, before the door reopened.

"Here's your water," Eric said, setting it down next to Cam (who basically lunged towards it, gulping it down).

" FUCK , that felt good," he said, after putting the empty glass back down. "I'm sorry, it's been a shitty few days for me."

"Nah it's all fine bro" Eric replied, sitting back down. "I understand, seeing how you got into a fucking car crash." He hesitated for a few seconds, swallowing nervously.

"I thought you died, when Toby came home the next day in tears," Eric finally said, voice heavy, as he twiddled with his hands. "You looked awful, man."