Low Income Affection | S.M & C.C

Letting You Go

Shawn's POV

"Where is she?" I heard Dev's frantic voice ask John, the man at the front desk. I made my way over to her and dragged her to take a seat next to me where my family and I have been impatiently waiting.

"Woah!" Her eyes widened, "your eyes are bloodshot." She said. I rolled my eyes, "yeah, that's kind of what happens when your girlfriend gets in a fucking accident." She gasped and I was quick to apologize.

"It's all my fault." I whispered, bowing my head down. "It's not your fault, Shawn." She rubbed my back soothingly. My parents left to grab us some coffees because it was currently two in e morning and I was so close to losing it. "It is...if I didn't snap at her-"

"I know about the fight," she admitted. "She was on her way to my house...she called me crying and I told her to come over." A tear slipped down her red cheek. I felt even worse to know that Camila was crying because of my stupid actions. If only I hadn't said what I said just a few hours ago. If I didn't lose my temper, she would've never cried, she would've never called Dev, and she would've never left the house and she instead would have waited for me to come back to see her. Dev and I engulfed each other in a much needed hug. However, the entire time we were both hoping that the person in our arms would've been Camila.

"Don't beat yourself up, Mendes." She mumbled into my neck, "it happens...your job is hard." I nodded, still not wanting to believe that I shouldn't beat myself up for anything that happened.

"But watch what you say...Camila is so excited about her promotion. She is a hard worker and one of the strongest people I know."

I sighed, "I'm so proud of her, I really am...Dev, you have to believe me." I pleaded, shaking in her arms. I felt her nod, "I believe that. I also believe that you love her...and when she is awake and able to speak to us, you'll make things right." She was so certain that Camila would be okay. Camila was strong, the strongest person I know but haunting thoughts of her dying remained in my head. The pain sheltered my heart as I desperately wanted to hold her and kiss her and tell her that everything was okay.

Moments later, Dr. Brian Craigen, the head of Orthopaedics came over to us. He gave me a sympathetic smile as he knew how much I cared and loved for Camila.

"I don't know what's happening in the OR right now with her spleen but what I do know is that she has a sprained wrist and a torn ligament in her ankle." I nodded, glad that nothing was completely broken.

"With proper rest, it should heal in just a couple of weeks."

"How many weeks...exactly?" Dev hesitantly asked.

"One to three."

"You're speaking as if she'll be completely okay to heal...she'll be okay?" I needed to know that she would be in proper health in no time. He sighed, "unfortunately that's not the only thing that'll need rest. Of course, I'm confident that the surgery that she's in right now will be successful." I let out a breath of relief and fell back into the uncomfortable chair next to Dev and my parents who returned with our coffees.
Just at the right time, Angela, the women Camila worked with walked into the hospital and came straight to me and brought me into a tight hug. "How is she right now?" She whispered into my ear. "Still in surgery." I sighed, holding back the tears. Camila's parents informed me that they'd be on their way over here tomorrow and to make sure that I was there until then. Without hesitation, I promised to stick around here as I wouldn't want to be anywhere else at the moment besides in Camila's arms.

Later on, after some more anticipation and quiet sobs, Dr. Roger Gold, one of the other cardiothoracic surgeons here made his way towards us. The leftover blood of who I assumed to be Camila's stained his scrubs and I immediately gulped. Everyone that was here for Camila stood to their feet, including me, and began to grow worrisome eyes.

"She's okay now." I let out a cry as I've been wanting to hear that for the past few hours. "We have taken out a part of her spleen which as you may know, leaves her with a compromised immune system," there were a few gasps but I knew this procedure all too well. "She is more vulnerable to infections...once she's awake, she'll need antibiotics and yearly vaccines to prevent potential bacterial infections." A smile formed on my face as he continued to explain that she was okay and she should awaken soon as the anaesthesia was wearing off on her. We all thanked him and showered him with hugs as we were all relieved and grateful that she was okay. However, she still needed time to heal her body, including her sprains and her concussion, she was going to be okay and that's all that mattered to me. I was quick to keep Ale and Sinu up to date about Camila's current condition and they were more than happy to hear that she was well and it put their anxieties to rest.

"One by one...she's aloud to have visitors."

We all looked at each other and then all eyes landed on me.

"You should go." Dev said, gesturing me to follow one of the nurses to her room. "Are you sure?" I asked. Everyone nodded and with that, I followed the nurse up to where Camila was resting. I smiled sadly at the sight of her hooked onto the machines. Nevertheless, she looked much better than when I first saw her. The blood was cleaned off her face, only leaving a cut above her eyebrow with a black eye. I carefully grabbed her hand and took a seat next to her. "Camila, please wake up." I begged, "I know that you should be awake soon but I just need to hear your voice...I need to know that you're here." I let the tears fall as I was so thankful for the doctors who helped her. As I held onto her hand, I prayed once more, thanking God that she was alive.

She was unconscious but I lifted up her hand and pressed my lips to it, wanting her to feel the delicate kiss. "I'm never letting you go." I cried. "I'm so proud of you and your promotion...you're the most incredible women I know." I set her hand down, still holding a tight grip on it as I laid my head onto her hand. "I love you...so much." Just then, upon my words, she began to shift in her bed. I brought my head back up and was met with the most beautiful eyes. "Oh my god...Mila." I breathed out before leaving the room to bring in the doctor. After he asked her a few questions as to her response was that she was fine and she remembered everything clearly, he left satisfied. Her eyes met mine as tears began to stream down her beautiful face. It broke my heart to see. "You...you were so mean to me." She was so innocent and pure. I would never be able to comprehend how I got so lucky with a women like her. Then, she looked away from me. She made sure to look anywhere but up at me. Slowly, I walked to the side of her bed and sat down. I brought her hand in mine and at first she made an attempt to pull away but I kept a tight grip, "just talk to me...please," I pleaded. "I almost lost you and I never want that to happen again."

"Why...why didn't you care?" Her voice broke as she spoke and she winced when she felt a sharp pain which I knew was normal. I sighed, "I care so much, baby...I was tired and stressed, that's no excuse, it's really not." I shook my head, "but I care and I'm so proud of you. You are the strongest person I know and I'm so lucky to have you." My heart exploded when a faint smile appeared on her face. "I'm so sorry. This...this is all my fault-"

"Shh," she said, bringing her index finger to my mouth, "none of this is your fault...I promise." She pulled my arm closer to her and our faces were just inches apart. "I don't know what I would've done if you were...gone," I whispered. She slowly brought her hand up to the back of my neck where she played with my tiny curls, "I'm here." She whispered back before pulling me into a deep kiss as we whispered quiet "I love you's" in between. When we finally pulled away, I leaned my forehead against hers, asking if she was alright and to that she nodded, "never scare me like that again."

"I won't." She giggled.

I was so close to losing her and it only made me realize how much could change in just a matter of seconds. I knew that I had to make it up to her despite the fact that she had forgiven me. I wanted to show her just how sorry I was and just how meaningful she was to me. However, I wanted to wait until she was better, of course. For now, showing her how much I love her through my words and actions would make do until then.

A/n

This was so stressful to write oh my god!! Anyways, sorry for the scare ;)