You and Me, Forever

I Thought I Lost You

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Camila's POV

I tried peeling my eyes open but the harsh light made them snap shut again. Groaning, pain traveled up my body as I tried to move to a more comfortable position.

"Shh, stay still. You're in a lot of pain," A soft voice told me, gently moving my blankets back over me from when they fell previously. Finally being able to open my eyes I looked around the room I was in.

"Where am I?" I asked, voice scratchy. The room was small and completely white. A machine beeped near my head but it hurt to move to look at it.

"You're in hospital," a nurse tells me, looking up from the clipboard to meet my eyes. "You we're in a serious car accident but you're stable now." She pushes her glasses up from where they were sliding down her nose. Her dark hair was tied back in a bun and she looked a few years older than what I was.

"Okay," I murmur, my gaze moving to the small, fourth story window displaying the park down below. My head felt as though I had been hit by a truck, ironic as I was in a car accident, and my body felt like mush when I tried to move it.

"You woke up just in time for you to receive more pain killers, you'll be getting them around every 4 hours. Dr Samaro will be in later this evening also to check in just to make sure everything's okay after the surgery." She tells me, putting a fluid into the drip connected to me.

"I had surgery?" I asked dazed, the information taking a while to process.

"You had a couple shattered ribs, one of the bones was pressing into your lungs which nearly ruptured it so we had to operate to fix it. You also suffered from a mild concussion and also a small fracture in your left knee,"

"Wow," my mind was blank and all I wanted to do was sleep.

"Your family has arrived, but right now I'm going to give you a medication that will help you sleep as you must be in a lot of pain,"

I nod my head, letting out a little "Mmh," in agreement before sleep pulls me under.

Quiet chatter brings me out of the haze I was in. The room is darker than what it was before, creating faint shadows from the light against the faces of the two people who stand beside my bed.

"Camila," A woman closest to me says, smiling at me softly. "I'm Dr Samaro, I operated on you this morning. I'm here to check how you're feeling?"

"Alright I guess, the painkillers are working," I chuckle slightly but think better of it when my ribs protest in pain.

"That's good. All seems fine after the surgery, no internal bleeding or infections yet. They're going to bring dinner round in half an hour and I advise that you eat in small mouthfuls okay?" I can detect a slight British accent when she speaks.

"Cool," I say tiredly, looking up at her.

"There's also someone here to see you in the waiting room, you can see them if you would like too?"

"Yes please," I say, immediately perking up.

She nods and turns away, the nurse following swift behind her, the door shutting on her way out.

A minute later it reopens.

"Camila, shit, Camila," Shawn appears, rushing over to my bed, grabbing my hand in his warm ones. "What did you do to yourself, huh?' he kisses my forehead gently before kneeling down to be eye level with me.

"I'm fine," I say, voice still raspy. His brown eyes lock with mine, filled with concern and fear for what could have happened. "It's okay Shawn, I'm here,"

Tears well in his eyes and he brings my hand up to kiss my knuckles. "You scared the shit out of me! I was on stage then suddenly Andrew pulled me off to the side to tell me that you'd been in a car accident, critical condition, and quite possibly could die,"

My breath falters. "Die?" I question, my voice just above a whisper.

"I left the arena immediately and booked a flight from Los Angeles to Toronto and I've been in the waiting room ever since. I got here a little before you first woke up but they wanted you to rest a bit more. Andrew got here a couple hours ago and mum and dad are coming in the morning with Aaliyah,"

I wipe away a tear that's making its way down his cheek.

"God, I thought that this was it. I thought I lost you," more tears spill from him causing my own eyes to water.

"You didn't lose me," I attempted to say strongly but my voice trembled.

Shawn smiles, trying to pull himself together. "It just scared me, thinking that you could just be here one day and the next gone,"

"I know baby but you can't think like that," I say softly, my thumb stroking his hand.

"I'm sorry, I'm a mess," he chuckles. "You're the one in pain and I'm acting like this,"

"It just shows you care," I say, trying not to laugh as it hurts my ribs.

"As soon as I heard I was running, I was like lightning," He says, proud at how fast he got here, making me grin.

"I bet you were,"

"Or the flash," he has a thoughtful expression for a second. "I'm definitely the flash."