You and Me, Forever

Unsteady[2]

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This- this MiGhT nOt have a happy ending... 

jkjkjk Just toying with your hearts a lil' more...

but in all seriousness... read at your own risk  

cause this might or might not have a happy endinggggg👀👀

Brace yourselves while I go into hidinggggggg  

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Shawn's P.O.V

A sharp pain shoots through my back as my chair creaks. Hospital chairs certainly aren't an ideal bed. Camila has now been in the hospital, and in her coma, for 28 hours. It's longer than the doctor initially expected but he keeps reassuring me that she's just fine. I hardly even notice the constant beeping of the machines as Camila's body works hard to fight. My eyelids feel like they're holding weights as they begin to droop again. I pull my chair closer to the bed and take Camila's hands in mine before resting my head on them. I finally give in to my closing eyelids as I fall back into sleep.

"Shawn," I hear a soft voice say, bringing me out of my uncomfortable sleep, "Shawn." The voice repeats, making my sleepy head shoot up as I recognise the voice. Her bright eyes are finally open and she has a weak smile spread across her lips, hidden behind the oxygen mask. I feel my mouth fall open slightly as I stare at my poor girl, grabbing her hand tighter. "Camila... oh my god." I say, feeling utterly shocked and speechless. I can't really comprehend the sight in front of me - a scenario I've been dreaming of for 28 hours. "I'm so so glad you're awake, baby." I say in a slight voice. She just squeezes my hand, keeping that smile on her face as her bright eyes stare into me. "What happened?" I whisper, trying to choke back the tears that are welling in my eyes.

24 hours later (at home)

"Shawn, I'm fine, honestly. My legs work perfectly fine." Camila says as I carry her from the car to the couch. I place her down gently on the sofa, not wanting to hurt her a single bit. "I'll just put you here for the moment while I make some food. That way I can keep an eye on you." I say, heading towards the kitchen. As I'm grabbing tea bags out of the cupboard, I hear a groan coming from the sofa. I quickly place the teabags down and walk over to where Camila is splayed across the couch. She has one arm extended towards the tv, holding out the remote. "What? What's wrong, Camila?" I say hurriedly. She looks up at me, an innocent look on her face. "Oh nothing, they just don't have anything good on at the moment." She says, her eyes glued to the screen. I clutch my chest as a relieved sigh leaves my mouth, the worry fading away quickly, and head back to the kitchen.

I place a plate in Camila's hands before lifting her legs slowly and placing them on top of my own. "Hospital food is the grossest thing, Shawn, you don't even know." She says as she licks her lips. "You had one meal there and you ate one spoonful..." I say, confused as to how she stated that so confidently after such little experience. "Hey!" She exclaims as she flicks a piece of bread at me. She places a hand on her chest and scrunches up her face after her laughter, pain flooding her body - I can read it all over her face. "Oh Camila..." I say standing up and putting our plates on the table. "Bath?" I question her, her face still showing discomfort yet she nods her head. She doesn't protest when I lift her up this time, taking her towards the bathroom. I sit her on the edge of the bath as I lean over to run the water. She places a gentle kiss on my neck, our bodies close as I fill the bath. "Thank you, Shawn. You're honestly too sweet." She says holding her frail hand on my arm. I place my hand over hers as I look her straight in the eyes. "None of this would have happened if it wasn't for me so this is the least I can do." I say, the lump returning in my throat. "Shawn-" she begins but I interrupt her, knowing she'll protest against the fact that I said it was my fault. "Here, let me help you get in." I say reaching for the bottom of her t-shirt, lifting it over her head and placing it on the floor. I place a kiss on her bruised chest as I reach behind her back to unclasp her bra, sliding it over her shoulders and down her arms. I grab onto her sweatpants and underwear, pulling them down together and placing a kiss on Camila's hip bone. She steps in the bath, closing her eyes as she slides down and further into the water. "I'll be back in a second, Camila, I just need to grab something." I say before leaving the room.

"Camila!" I yell before rushing to the bath. A load of water enters her throat as her eyes shoot open and a coughing fit takes over her lungs. I lift her so she's sitting upright as she coughs out some of the water. "Oh god, I'm such a mess. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." She begins to sob as she clutches onto my arm. "It's okay, it's just the medication, baby." I say, helping her out of the bath and wrapping a towel around her. I hug her tight to my body, my heart aching for her and the things I've caused.

Lying in bed waiting for Camila's pain to subside and sleep to overcome her was a long process but I can now hear the rhythmic sounds of her breathing and she's stopped tossing and turning from the pain. I hug her tight against my body, my face buried in her hair. "I promise I'll never let you get hurt again." I whisper.

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