Camila Cabello Imagines and Oneshots

25. Survivors (Part II)

Y/N POV

Slowly, nervously, I wheeled myself through the small gap in the curtain that the nurse had left for me to pass through. Yes, I was in a wheelchair, but I had learned some basic control over it so I could move myself around.

"Hi." I said sheepishly, my face instantly flushing at the sight of her. Even in the hospital and so battered and bruised as she is, she's beautiful.

"Hey!" She hesitated before replying but wore a polite smile. She was obviously disappointed that I wasn't somebody else, but that made sense. In her eyes I was just a neighbour who, for some reason, was the first person to visit her.

"Wheelchair, huh?" She asked, pointing at the thing I was rolling back and forth slightly, a nervous habit now. I'd developed it in the first few days of using it, when Camila hadn't woken up yet. When I was told she was in a coma I panicked and grew more and more anxious each day. I spent some time in the waiting room with her family on days when they came, in hopes it'd be the day she'd open her eyes. As far as they knew, I was a friend.

"It's temporary." I pointed to my broken right shin which wore a cast. She nodded, an awkward atmosphere in the air.

"Dang, I was hoping we'd be able to have wheelchair races when we get out of here." She joked, and I let out a laugh. Thank god she hadn't lost her sense of humor.

Then silence fell again, and I wheeled myself a little closer to the bed.

"You're looking better." I commented with a slight scoff directed at myself because of how stupid the comment seemed. Of course she looked better, she wasn't half dead anymore.

"Better?" One of her brows perked up.

"I-um... you don't know why I'm here, do you?"

She shook her head, or as much as she could with that brace on.

"Nobody told you?"

She did the same thing, though this time with furrowed brows.

I took a deep breath, thinking about how to tell her. The only way I could was to tell the whole story, so I did.

"I got out of the fire. We all did, and we were standing outside and just watching it in shock... and I- you weren't outside with us." I had to look away, the memory of that moment causing tears to sting my eyes, "Everyone said you were probably not home, or that you'd already left, but I... I knew you were in there and I wouldn't- couldn't leave you in there."

"You were the one who found me?" She asked quietly, and I nodded though I didn't know if she was looking at me.

"They tried to stop me but I- I ran back in there and I saw you laying there and I-" my voice caught in my throat, and the tears began to brim at my eyelids.

She reached over and held her hand atop mine which was sat on my armrest. When I looked up she was smiling softly.

"Thank you." She was quiet as she spoke, sincere, "You know, for saving my life." She giggled, and I did too. Her laugh was infectious. It's one of the things I love about her.

Oh yeah, did I mention that I'm head over heels for the girl?

A few moments later, she looked up over me and I span my chair around to see the nurse had returned.

"Your family is here." She announced, and Camila nodded.

"Can you send them in?"

"Unfortunately, we limit the visitors to two in the room at a time." Camila's face fell so I twisted my hand which was still under hers so that I was holding hers, and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

"I'll come back later." Her eyes snapped back onto mine and I was nervous again, "I- I have some test or something to get to anyway."

She blinked slowly and squeezed my hand instead, "Okay." She smiled, "I'll see you later."

With a grin, I wheeled myself out, saying a quick 'no thank you' to a nurse who tried to push my chair. I actually did have a test today on my leg, but it wasn't until much later. I figured I'd go to the little garden outside the back of the hospital for a while before returning to my own room just down the hall from Camila's. It was more important that she see her family than me.

Plus, spending time in the garden would give me a while to think about how best to confess my feelings for Camila. I had to do it. I knew that. The fire had showed me that. I didn't know when it'd be my last chance to do it, so I had to do it soon.

Should I make a book from this? Like a short fic type thing? Let me know what you think!