Cammie ran out my room. I tried to stop her but she wouldn't listen. I slumped down against the wall. I knew it wasn't going to work out between us. She's the, intelligent, beautiful, popular Cammie Morgan. I'm just the stupid, criminal Zach Goode. But the kiss. That kiss. It was different. It was special. It was the best feeling in the world. Cammie is the only person who has ever made me feel this way. It can't end here. I need her. I'm addicted. At that moment I realized that I love Cameron Ann Morgan. I got up and ran out the front door to my car.
Not even 5 minutes from my house I saw the one thing that would haunt me for the rest of my life. Cammie's car was hit from the side and the back. The accident took up the whole road so I parked on the side of the road and ran to the scene. A police officer tried to stop me but when he wasn't looking I snuck past him. I got to her car just as they cut her out and put her on a stretcher.
"Cammie? Cammie baby. Baby please be okay." I begged with tears running down my face.
"Sir. Her condition is critical. This is a life or death situation so we have to leave immediately. Please get out of the way."
"I'm not leaving my girlfriend." I said stubbornly.
The paramedic was about to argue until he saw my expression. He sighed, "Get in but stay out of the way and stay silent. Since you seem to know her so well you can fill out some paperwork when we get to the hospital."
I nodded and got into the back of the ambulance and kept quiet. I never let go of Cammie's hand. I never let go of hope.
The only information released was that Josh caused the whole problem by drunk driving and hitting Cammie's car from the side. When she got hit from the back the person was on the phone and not paying attention. Josh and the other guy got out with a couple broken bones but nothing serious.
The hospital called Cammie's mom and she rushed to the hospital. It took two hours for her to arrive and during those two hours they wouldn't tell me anything, except Cammie was out of surgery but still hadn't woken up. When the doctors said she was stable enough to have visitors I had to restrain myself from running down the hall to her room. I waited patiently as her mom visited her, which took about 25 minutes.
Mrs. Morgan gave me a weak smile as she left the room. I took a deep breath before I walked into the room. My heart shattered when I saw a broken, bruised, unconscious Cammie. I sat in the chair beside her bed and took her hand. I couldn't help but cry.
"I'm so sorry Cammie. This is all my fault! I've been waiting to kiss you since the fifth grade and when we kissed today it was amazing. I felt all these different emotions at the same time. When I said what I did it was because you're too good for me. You're way out of my league and I didn't want to lose my virginity to you knowing things weren't going to work out. You're my first kiss and I hope someday you can be my first time and. I love you Cam and I'm so sorry. If I wasn't such an ass none of this would have happened." I press my lips to her hand.
A nurse knocked on the door and poked her head in the room. "Visiting hours are over in 10 minutes and her mother would like to say good night."
"Ok. I'll be right out." She smiled and nodded at me before she left. "I have to go now but I'll be back tomorrow. You better not have met someone by then." I smiled to myself. "I love you Cammie. Sleep well." I kissed her one last time before I had to leave.
I couldn't help but think that she would be like Sleeping Beauty or Snow White and wake up to true loves kiss. I wanted it to be like the movies where she would wake up and whisper my name. I would turn around and smother her face with kisses. Unfortunately that was only a fantasy.
I came back from the beginning until the end of visiting hours everyday. Rachel got Cammie a private so there weren't so many rules with visitors. I dropped out of school because when I did show up I was catching up on sleep or leaving during first period because I needed to know Cammie was okay. There were a few times when something would happen and she was on the verge of death. Josh had visited her twice in the two and a half months she was in a coma.
Rachel had to go on a business trip so I decided to stay overnight in case something happened. I was falling asleep in the chair beside her bed when I heard her heart rate monitor speed up. I was instantly awake and standing by her side. It was visible that her breathing had picked up because her chest was rising higher as she kept breathing.
"Cammie, baby, you're waking up." I picked up her hand and kissed it over and over again. I stopped when I felt her finger twitch. "Come on baby. Wake up."
It took a few minutes but she finally woke up. I didn't realize I was crying until I felt Cammie's hand wiping away my tears.
"I'm so sorry. I was an ass but you're safe and I won't let anything else ever hurt you."
"I-I-I-I love you." She whispered.
"I love you too." I whispered back. "Would you like some water?"
I let go of her hand and grabbed one of the water bottles that were kept in the mini-fridge we installed. I turned around to see Cammie was furiously scratching her leg with tears running down her face.
"Cammie? What's wrong?"
I helped her take a sip of water then she said, "I-I-I can't."
"You can't what, Cammie?"
"I can't feel my legs."