Dreaming of Dallas ( A Cameron Dallas Fan Fiction )

5 - We All Need Someone

• Kallie's Point of View •

We arrived shortly at the hospital. The paramedics wasted no time pulling me out of the ambulance and rolling me into the hospital, I had to run just to keep up. They rolled me into the emergency area where a doctor met up with us.

"Car crash victim, major trauma to the head and neck. We suspect internal bleeding and fractures to the spine" the women paramedic informed the doctor. That doesn't sound good.

"Vitals?" The male doctor asked.

"She has fifty BPM but its decreasing rapidly. If it gets any lower she could slip into a coma."

"Put her in operating room seven. We need to operate on her immediately. I alert the surgeons." They all nodded before rushing me down the hall. Except these halls were all to familiar. I looked on the wall to see Good Samaritan Hospital sprawled across it. This is where my mom works.

I followed my body. My body, that just sounds wrong. They pushed me into the operating room and began setting everything up. I watched from outside the main room looking though a large glass window.

The doctors began piling in with their scrubs and masks on. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but in a way I didn't want to. I was fine with just watching. At least I thought I was until I saw them pull a blade out and then I wanted to hurl, but as much as I wanted to I couldn't. I could only feel certain emotions but not pain. Isn't it weird how when you can't feel pain suddenly you want to. Because at this moment that is all I wanted. I wanted to feel pain, anything just something to let me know that I'm not a ghost.

The surgery had been going on for quite a while now and I could tell they weren't anywhere near finishing so I made my way out to the waiting room. I looked for an empty chair and sat down. I had to be careful no one would sit on me, because I'm not sure what would happen. Would they feel me there sort of as if I was invisible but not gone? Or would they just go right through me without another thought. It doesn't matter because I don't want to find out.

I heard sniffling coming from the left. I turned my head to see Cameron sitting a few seats down. His head was in his hands. "Why? Why? Why?." He said scratching his scalp with his fingertips. "Ugh." He said before pulling out his phone. "Hello?" he answered. "Yeah I'm just waiting for Chris...uh huh...Luke is lying down getting sobered up. Chris has to get his nose stitched...I don't know...Okay...see you soon mom...bye." he hung up and threw his phone on the seat next to him. "Why did it have to be her. God why? This girl comes into my life for one night and now she might be dying." He said looking up to the sky.

"But I'm not dead look I'm right here!" I said rushing to his feet and kneeling down in front of him. "Please look at me. See I'm right here. I'm fine just look at me." I pleaded.

I watched hopeful waiting for him to see me. Then he put his head back in his hands.

"No. Please." I begged beginning to cry. "Please see me." I said putting my hand on his shoulder. I closed my eyes before trying my hardest to focus on my hand. I just wanted him to know I'm here and I'm okay. See me. Come on. Come on. Nothing. Not even a sense of anything from neither me nor him. I began to cry even harder. My nose running and my body began to fill with rage. "JUST LOOK AT ME!!!" I screamed. My tears hitting the floor, but as soon as they hit they dried instantly. I collapsed into a ball. Why? Why me? Please I'll do anything to go back. Please.

"Where is she? Where is she?" A panicked voice made me look up.

"Mom?" I said.

"I just got the call I was on my break." she said frantically to the lady behind the desk.

"Operating room seven Dr. James." before the lady could even finish my mom was running down the hall. I wiped my tears away as I followed quickly after her.

She nearly took the door off its hinges running in. I slipped in just before the door shut. As soon as she saw my still body through the window she gasped before sobbing into her hand. "No. Not my baby." she said starting to hyperventilate from crying so hard.

"Mom please stop crying. I'm right here." I said putting my hands on her shoulders. "Please mom stop crying." I hated seeing her like that.

One of the surgeons looked our way before shaking his head and heading over. "You shouldn't be in here Lisa." the surgeon said taking my moms hand.

"Is she going to be okay. I need to know." her voice was shaky and she was trying to stop the tears to look strong. "Please." she whispered.

"As it stands now it looks like she's going to pull through." a sigh of relief came from both of us. "But..." he continued "She has extensive damage to her neck and frontal lobe. She may never be the same and it is very likely she will have memory loss if she wakes up." If I wake up?

"If she wakes up?" My mom said saddened.

"Because of the swelling, pressure and slight bleeding she is currently in a coma." A coma. As much as I suspected whatever this is to be that, to actually hear it from someone makes it all to real.

"Oh my god." My mom started to break down again.

"Look we are going to get through this." he said before hugging her. We?

"I know Patrick but this is so hard. Theres so much I wanted to say and tell her." Patrick?

"You mean you didn't get around to telling her about us yet." he said. Us?

"It was her birthday so today was supposed to be all about her. I was going to tell her tomorrow." I wonder what else she's been hiding.

A knock came on the window telling Patrick that they needed him back.

"I have to go, but please don't wait in here it's not good for you." she nodded. He kissed her forehead before walking back in. I felt like puking and smiling all at the same time. It was weird to see my mom with a man, but also I am happy for her because she needs someone. We all do.

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