The Lovely Couple

Chapter 19

Three days after the party, Camille had been rushed to the hospital. She had been throwing up every five minutes. She couldn't keep anything in her system. Zack had taken her immediately.

The doctors said that she was not going to leave the hospital. They gave Camille some pain meds and she had gone to sleep.

Zack stayed in her hospital room all night long. He had fallen asleep holding Camille's hand.

At about 3:19 am, Zack was woken from his slumber by the sound of Camille hacking and doctors yelling in the halls. Zack heard footsteps rushing around.

Camille continued to hack up blood. The doctors wheeled her away in her bed and into a different room. Zack wasn't allowed in that room.
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An hour later, Zack was called into the room. Camille was vaguely aware of his presence. He seemed to be crying. She snapped out of her daze.

"Zack," she weakly said.

"Yes?" Zack asked.

"I'm leaving. I'm going in a long vacation. Feel free to join me when you get the chance," Camille told him.

Zack knew exactly what she meant. Camille could sense it was her time. He could too.

Zack held Camille's hand. Her breathing slowed and shallowed. Suddenly, she went into a spasm of sorts. Then she was still.

"It's okay, Camille. You can let go. You don't need to keep fighting. You can let go," Zack whispered to her.

A few minutes later, Camille flatlined.

Zack knew it was coming. He had known since he found out. He knew there was no chance. So did Camille.

Everybody did.

The last thing Camille saw? Zack.
The last thing Camille smelled? Zack's cologne.
The last thing Camille heard? Zack's voice.
The last thing Camille felt?

Zack's lips on hers.