Camille's POV
The room welcomed me with its clean scent of antiseptics and citrus,I couldn't relish in the lovely scent for long when my breath caught at the sight of Andre on the hospital bed looking pale and sickly, my eyes were about to do the water works, I felt a soft squeeze on my shoulder to see it was my dad's, he couldn't look at me but at least he seemed less mad at me,I was about to take a step closer to Andre when a hand caught my wrist firmly and I turned to see who it was and my eyes widened,I vaguely remember seeing him with Andre last night "you need to leave please" he said politely but the way his dark eyes looked at me was anything but polite.
Can't blame him can you?
"I need to check the patient's vitals, please could you all excuse us" a doctor in a crisp uniform with glasses on the bridge of his nose with his honey brown eyes peering at all of us said in a way that sounded sort of a polite order than a request and that was the only reason I and Andre's friend's staring contest stopped. his hands left my wrist as he walked out the door,I and my compadres did same and a the doctor and the shy looking nurse with braids in a bun followed behind him with a tray and they shut the door leaving us all in nothing but worry.
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21minutes later
The door finally opened and on instinct we all stood up taking the the doctor aback,he walked up to Andre's friend "mr Beck when did you say his mother was coming?" He asked "she should have been here about fourteen minutes ago,I'll try calling her" Beck replied exhaustedly as he took out his phone "let's talk in my office" he spoke softly to Beck nodded ready to follow him, he turned to us "you may all see him now but please one or two at a time,the girlfriend first" the doctor said affirmatively, he honestly assumed I was Andre's girlfriend.
How laughable
"Doc she's not the girlfriend,she's still on her way" Beck quickly cleared the assumption which I was grateful for, I didn't want to cause more issues than this "oh,sorry for the assumption" my face warmed "it's fine doctor, I'll go In first anyways" he simply nodded to my statement as he and Beck walked away not without Beck giving me a "don't try anything funny" look. seeing as everybody went to sit on long couch in the hallway,they certainly wanted me to have an alone time with him "take your time,we're waiting okay baby" my mom spoke as she gave my hands a soft squeeze before following the others.
Entering his room once again with careful footsteps, I sat on the chair beside his bed and stayed silent with only the beeping noise from his monitor being heard "I'm really sorry Andre Makeila,I'm sor- sorry so please wake up people are worried about you,your family,friends,your fans and me so pl-please wake up and get better" I said in a firm but barely audible voice with tears gathering my eyes again "I didn't bring flowers cause I felt I'd be mourning you since they use flowers at burials too y-y'know" no response, I continued "when you get better I'll treat you to coffee ice cream,coconut C-cake and peanut butter sandwich too cause I know how much yo-you like them" no response again,my tears were finally falling down my face and I hiccuped "you're a big inspiration to me, you're the reason I realized I should do better for myself like you did,I'm your biggest fan so please pleaseee open your eyes Andre Ma_" still no response, my cries overtook my words,I didn't know why this happened over one drunken mistake,I'd never want to take someone's life,never EVER.
Taking a few moments for myself,I breathed shakily as I cleaned my face with the back of my hands,I then placed a hand on his cheek,stroking it like air "pleaseee wake up and probably get revenge at me" I let a small smile on my face at my own talk. after two good silent minutes of stroking his face,and memorizing his details from his baby blue hair, soft yet manly features and long lashes to his sharp jawline,to his clear milk skin to his gorgeous pale lips,
No wonder you're a model
I felt him lean into my hand more, my heart did all the gymnastics possible.
That's a good sign, right?
I thought frantically,I needed to be sure he was waking up or something so I moved my palm slightly from his cheek and he leaned into it again,before I could speak his beautiful green eyes opened slightly staring right into my hazel ones and he squinted probably cause the light was too much for him,he gave a weak smile "your hands are so warm" It was barely audible but I heard it,every word,I breathed in relief, getting up from my seat hurriedly "ar- are you okay,oh my God! I was so worried,not just me bu_" my rambled speech was interrupted by a sassy,cold voice " Morgan,get your hands of my boyfriend!" I recognized that voice so well, the voice of the person I had bad history with "Mendez?".
Oriena's POV
After I was directed to Andre's room by a receptionist, I took quick steps heading to an elevator taking me to the VIP floor, tapping my French tips impatiently the elevator finally opened ,I bumped passed someone and headed to room 277 but one thought never left my mind .
If she really is the one,I hate her,hate her!
Finally reaching my destination,I was about to open the door swiftly not minding the shocked faces of some people on a couch in the hallway when I heard Beck's voice as he caught up to me "I told you to wait for me in the reception,didn't I?" "Well I found my way,I couldn't wait" I bit back as I turned to open the door again but Beck stopped me "you need to chill,someone's in there" my eyes widened in realization.
So she really is here,the nerve of her
In anger I smacked his hand "Beck get the fuck out of my way that bitch is the reason he's in this situation and you fucking let her in so she can what?!KILL him for real this time!" he looked at me all disappointed "that's not fair" "what's not fair is you allowing an assassin be alone with myyy BOYFRIEND, I'm his girlfriend not her !!" I was basically yelling now,I was losing my mind.
Control Ori,control
"I suggest you watch what you say next about my daughter or else" a man with similar features to that bitch but more on the handsome side and old like fine wine, my back straightened. looking at his face upset me more,all cold and intimidating me.
I looked at the people supporting her staring at me all worried and irritated like I was the one who caused this and not HER "fucking move Kingston" I barely shoved his built frame and opened the door quickly and got in and locked the door to be welcomed by the most aggravating sight of the year, Camille stroking Andre's cheek and staring at him with some silly expression, I was red with rage,he was practically leaning to her touch none of them acknowledging my presence.
You won't have him too,not ever
"Morgan,get your hands of my boyfriend!" I practically yelled,I realized the door was soundproof explaining why she didn't come out when I was yelling,she abruptly turned to me removing her hands from his face looking right back at me unwavering and surprised "Mendez?" her annoying voice rang out,I hate her so much,taking in her appearance in looking all clean and expensive, hair in place and wearing the exact same color as my outfit made me almost want to remove mine and burn it,I gritted my teeth at the whole scenario,nothing could be more irritating than this.
I Really dis- hate her!!!