Please don't fall (Shawmila)

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Hey!
Sorry for the long wait but I've been working and having practices in the evening this past week!
I will try to write some more Chapters so I can update more frequently!

Shawn's POV
A few minutes ago, Mila was here. I looked a away for one second and she was gone. At first I wasn't too worried but when I noticed how much time had passed since I had last seen her and remembering how drunk she had been, I got an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach. Something was wrong.
I needed to find her. So I made my way towards Lauren.

I found her dancing with Normani. "Lauren!" I shouted in her direction, making a waving motion with my hand. She whispered something in Normanis ear and walked in my direction. I could tell she was slightly drunk but not as drunk as Camila had been when I last saw her.

"Do you know where Camila is?" I asked her, not trying to hide my concern. "Nah haha she's probably dancing around here." She said and wanted to walk back to Normani, when I grabbed her by her wrist. "No no no, I don't think you understand. She hasn't been around for almost an hour. The last time I saw her she was extremely drunk. I think something is wrong Lauren, I can feel it. Help me search for her." Lauren eventually became aware of the situation and grabbed me by the hand, pulling me behind her. We walked through the club, searching for her and not finding her. We've been searching for her for almost an hour. Nothing. We even went outside. Then, Lauren pushed me towards the bathrooms. We were slightly panicking but Lauren seemed even more tensed. Did she know something I didn't?

We walked towards the door. It was a girls bathroom so I let Lauren enter first.

She has to be here. Where else would she be?" Lauren asked me when she opened the door. "I don't know.... But why the didn't she say anything." I asked, still confused. "Why didn't you follow her?" Lauren was raising here voice a bit. "I thought she would come back." I said feeling guilty. "Well, obviously something happened." Then she stayed quiet for a bit. "Wait...Hello? Knock on that stall." Lauren told me. I was now inside of the bathroom. Lauren was pointing to one stall which had the door closed. It wasn't locked so when I knocked, it opened a bit, revealing a girl on the floor. A gasp escaped our mouths and I immediately kneeled down and went into panic mode. Camila. She was laying on the floor. Almost unconscious. Blood. Blood running down from her wrists and I knew why.

I grabbed her face, asking her to open her eyes. Lauren was pulling off her jacket to press it against Camila's arms to stop the bleeding. I didn't care about the dirty floor. All I cared about right now, was Camila. Her makeup was all over her face from crying. What the fuck had she done? How could she do this to herself?! I was mad.... not at her... but I was mad.

2Minutes had passed and Camila had begun to open her eyes. Finally. She didn't say anything though. Her stare was empty, her eyes dull. "Camila..... please stay awake. Can you do that?" she nodded slightly. Lauren had given her water to drink which she had filled in a cup which had her drink minutes before. Camila drank it and we sat her up. We were glad that nobody had entered the bathroom so far but that's probably because this is the private part of the club which we had rented and only had to share with a few people.

Lauren and I just sat there, supporting Camila while she stood in front of the mirror trying to fix her appearance. We decided to leave. Lauren had already called a cab and texted the girls that we were leaving because Camila wasn't feeling well. We weren't telling them just now what had happened. When Camila was kind of ready, we waked out of the room, supporting her on both sides since she wasn't steady on her own feet. She had lost blood and we made sure to go see a doctor to check on her cuts. But for now we just had to make it back to the hotel safely. We were praying that there were no paparazzis outside. That would be horrible. They immediately would see that something was wrong, Camila had some blood on her white blouse and looked like a mess. But she was still beautiful. I would never think less of her and I need to ask her why she thinks so low of herself to do this. It obviously wasn't an accident. She cut herself....on purpose.

We luckily arrived safely without getting caught. It was 3:28 am by now but sleep wasn't on my mind at all. Camila had closed her eyes a few times but was awake when we entered the hotel. We laid her down on her bed and I told Lauren to change her clothes. I stepped outside since I wasn't comfortable with seeing Camila with barely any clothes on and I knew that if she was completely conscious right now, she wouldn't either. I grabbed my own clothes and changed in the bathroom.

Lauren knocked on the door, telling me she was done. Camila was now laying in her bed. Lauren had also cleaned her cuts a bit and made sure she was comfortable. Camila was awake though. I sat down on the edge of her bed and looked worriedly at her.
"Shawn, I think I'm gonna leave you two alone. She probably feels more comfortable around you." Lauren said, standing up and leaving for the door. "Are you sure?" I asked. She nodded. "Good night, take care....please." Then she closed the door and left for her own room.

I looked down to Camila, who had her eyes opened. "Mila?" My voice made her look up at me. Her eyes still had the same expression. I took her hand, signaling that I wasn't leaving. "Why did you do that?" I asked, really wanting to know what triggered her enough for her to end up like this.
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Hey guys!
Oh....wow....
Do you think it's time for Mila to find her happiness......in Shawn maybe?....