Not Just Perfect

I Wish He Was Mine Again

*Next day Alex visits Cameron in the hospital.*

As I entered room 2217 I felt a slight pain in my chest. Sometimes it just hits me that my boyfriend had been suffering in a hospital for over 6 months. I brushed my fingers against the cold door handle before actually opening it. There laid the love of my life getting a new I.V. injected into his vain. I tilted my head and smiled at him. He had a glum expression on his face but once he saw me a grin appeared on his lips. I began to walk over to him until I felt a cold hand grab me. It grabbed me tightly and I would be lying if I said it didn't hurt. "Let go of me!" I almost yelled. I turned around to see an angry doctor. "That hurts!" He then grabbed my other arm with the same grip and began to drag me out of the room. "What are you doing!?" I began to yell. Cameron wasn't even doing anything he was just frowning and shaking his head. I guess he can't really get up to save me, but he could tell him to stop. "Your friend Cameron is in a terrible state right now and if you get him sick he could go into deadly, emergency care." His voice echoed off my ears as if I was trying to ignore him. "I'm not sick. What are you talking about?" I asked rudely. "You could be." He continued dragging me out forcefully.

When he finally let go of me, I was sitting in a dark hallway, outside of the room. Every footstep echoed and every cry of pain stung my ears. This situation was getting worse everyday. What if they don't even let me see Cam until he beats his cancer. God knows how long it would take for him to over-come this. What if he doesn't? I took a deep breath and lifted myself up from the floor. I began to walk twoards the exit until I passed Cameron's room again. He laid there quietly, staring at the ceilling. His hands were connected in his lap. He was praying. I couldn't help but listen. "I know I ask you this every day but, please help her. When I die I don't want her to feel any guilt or loss. Put her at peace. Allow her to move on. Help this beautiful baby be born healthy and safe. Don't let Alex dwell on me. I don't want her to hurt. Please give me some more time with her. Please. I just--" I cut him off by running into the room and into his arms. This is the first time I've actually embraced Cameron in months. We laid there in his hospital bed, grips so tight on each other it was almost painful. I love him so much and I know he loves me too. Love is honestly one of the best feelings.

I knew I wasn't sick. I knew he couldn't get sick. We were ganna be okay. He's ganna be okay. Everything's ganna be okay. I took a deep breath before falling asleep in his arms.

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I woke up in my room. My head was aching and I felt confused. All a sudden I felt cold. I felt like I was missing something. I turned around to see Cameron's bare chest. I began to feel warm again. He was sleeping but I kissed him until his eyes fluttered open. He smiled when he saw me. "Your finally back.." I whispered. His hand brushed against my cheek. My lips curved into a grin as I ran my fingers through his morning hair. I felt so.... normal again. I felt like Cam was mine again. I snuggled into his chest as he caressed my arms. "Your finally back." I repeated. Before I knew it his smile began to fade. "Not yet." His voice was cold. I was cold. The warmth disappeared. Everything was cold. A tear ran down his soft cheek. "Not yet.." He repeated. "Cameron.." "CAMERON!"

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"CAMERON!" I screamed as the doctors took him away from me. "Yeah baby?" He looked back. He was slowly being walked to another room. It was just a dream. "Sorry.. bad dream." I mumbled. I had woken up in a waiting room chair. I slumped down in the seat while I watched Cameron limp to a dark room. "I wish I could wake up to his bare chest. I wish I could run my fingers through his hair. I wish he would brush his hand against my cheek. I wish he was mine again." I whispered.