Living With The Player

**CAMILLA RENÉE**

TUESDAY AFTERNOON.

ST JOHN’S HOSPITAL.

1:06 PM.

“The doctors are with him, as soon as there is any news, you will be the first to know about it Camilla, I promise you.”

Blake’s hands spread across my shoulders, softly squeezing the top of both sides.

My head went around to glance at him, I wasn’t sure what time he had popped up or why he was with me as I sat on the bench staring into space, I just knew everything’s been a blur. I’m surprised I haven’t had a meltdown yet.

I squeeze my eyes and I’m back to that field again. How much time has passed since Dylan fell?

The screeching sounds at the back of my ear make it seem like ten seconds ago, the screams of students are still ringing loud and clear, everyone scrambles around and after a while, the sound of an ambulance approaching replaces it.

It’s faint but I remember The nurses rush around with at least two men, they’re with a stretcher and at this time I’m pushed to the corner to give way for them.

Dylan is lifted off the ground, of course, there’s a pool of blood in his wake. His blood. Red. Thick.

I turn away and bite down on my lips. This is happening.

When I return to him, he’s over the stretcher, his hands falling out on both ends, I can tell he’s unconscious since his eyes are screwed shut. When they take him right in front of me, I can’t help but stretch my hand to reach for his.

I miss it by just an inch.

*He’s gone*

They take him through one of the exits then I lose sight of him completely.

I shudder and that’s all it takes to break what little resolve I have left.

I’m crashing down on the field, my insides turning into nothing, welled up tears trickling down my cheeks.

Miranda. She rushes to my aid.

I think we took the same car here as well, only I squeezed my eyes for a few seconds, dozed off and when I came to, they were all gone.

I rushed inside the hospital and here we are.

I keep going in and out, one minute I’m yelling, the next I’m seated here with Blake behind me.

It’s been one heck of a crazy day.

I don’t think it’s going to get better.

“He’s awake!”

Miranda screamed rushing inside the room.

Impulsively, I turned my head to her body, she was struggling to catch her breath at the same time rolling her eyes over Blake’s figure.

I got up quickly, my legs failing me since they were shaking after everything that’s happened.

“Take me to him.”

I fell forward, nearly slipping to the ground, Blake was quick enough to break my fall.

I didn’t want any of this. They’re all wasting my time.

“I want to see him.”

I demanded, gritting my teeth then a glare or two.

He nodded softly, showing he would give in.

Dylan’s awake. That’s good news, right?

It should be. *I hope*

****

“How is he doctor?”

I heard Mrs Emerton ask.

My feet got better after a stretch, I was inching towards his room but it seems his parents had arrived in between, they had gone in to see him which is good news.

“He’s awake. That’s progress. He has a bad concussion from the fall, he also has bruised feet, so I’m sure how many games he’ll be able to play. Aside from that, the fall was extremely hard on his head, we can’t say what impact that will have, for now, we’ll just observe. It’s safe to say the storm is over.”

I had mixed feelings about that report, but he’s awake.

“Thank you, doctor.”

She whispered as we made a bend, bringing her into our view.

“Camilla.”

I pressed my lips down in a small smile, taking lead from both Miranda and Blake to meet up with her.

Surprisingly, she pulled my arms for an embrace I hadn’t realised I needed.

“How is he?”

I asked with quivering lips.

“He’s Dylan. He asked for you.”

*He asked for me?*

I pulled my head away staring in shock.

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“Yes. You should go. I don’t want to hold you back anymore.”

I scrunched my nose suddenly perplexed.

It’s weird that’s he’s asking for me. I have another bad feeling.

*I’ve learnt my lesson not to ignore those*

Ugh.

Looking over her head, I sighted Blake, Miranda, then some of his friends.

No cold feet now.

Facing the door, I reached for the knob then pulled it.

****

“Dylan,”

His name rolls off my tongue with ease. I have to admit, seeing him like this just rips my heart apart.

“Hi,”

He croaked, lifting his head slowly. There were at least three pillows set behind his head, extra padding I supposed. Something isn’t right.

He’s not Dylan. Not to me.

I swallowed a tiny lump, twitching where I stood which was very close to the door.

“How are you?”

I asked to ease things.

“Well I feel like shit, my head hurts pretty badly, the bandage around it is highly annoying, but all of that doesn’t come close to something else.”

His eyes went dark at the end. What’s happening?

“What are you talking about?”

He chuckled, his legs twitching under the bedding they provided.

He crossed his arms, arching a brow before he replied.

“I hit my head. When I was unconscious, I saw things. At first, I figured it’s the bright light people talked about. I thought I was dying which is ironic. Only in my ca, s, e I didn’t see a bright light, I saw images, a lot of pictures. I recalled things that were always hard to process such as my tenth birthday when Barney came over or how my grandfather looked like when I was five, or how my father would lift me off the ground, I remembered those things in that state. Those were fine. Then I saw something else.”

*Fuck.*

I curled my fist, my insides pushing me to turn around and run while I still could. I had an idea where he was taking this to.

It can’t be.

“Two weeks ago I had asked you if we’ve met before. You said in school which isn’t a lie. It isn’t. *But it is.* We had met in school, but that wasn’t the only place was. You stared directly in my face and lied to me. That was the first then you kept lying. I asked you if we’ve kissed before. You said yes. Hours ago at that party. You lied. *Again.* We had kissed before. Aside from that party. Two years ago if I’m correct. You lied to me Camilla and I want to know why and it better be a good explanation.”

I winced throughout his talk, his words were like knives, sharp knives cutting through my skin

A few veins had popped out on his forehead, there were no traces of smiles or smirks on his face, he was dead serious.

He was angry. *Angry at me*. He had every right to. I did lie to him. More than once. What’s worse? I had no justification at all. This is the point where I lose him completely.

I don’t know why I hide the truth. *I just did* not Dylan knows. *I’m screwed.*

****

*Author’s Note*

*The past few days have been a lot, I had to take care of someone who got injured, just got back to writing. As a bonus, I’ll be posting another chapter before the day is over.*

*Sooooooo what do you think? Dylan is overreacting in my opinion*