Eighty Three

It's been a solid hour since Cameron sat outside the hospital in the garden with his hand in his pocket and a lot going through his head.

He had left the room and come out here when Ruby told him to leave because she didn't want to see him yet, whatever that meant. She was probably blaming him, but that was fine. He was blaming himself as well.

It didn't help matters that his family was here; his mother and father, Davey must have called them. He said there in silence, when though his phone buzzed in his pocket for a while now.

Someone had been calling him about fifteen minutes after he came out but he had refused to get his phone out of his pocket or pick it up. It was of no use right now, not when the woman he was madly in love with was in this state, and not when she had walked him out.

Soon, he heard the rustling of a person’s footsteps behind him, but this was a public place, so it could be anyone, but when the person stopped at his back, he knew they were there for him.

“Cam