CAMILLE The doctor standing in front of me had kind eyes. He had treated me for my sprained ankle the last time I was here. He had also sewn the stitches. That was some weeks ago, the same day Neah died. A feeling, similar to guilt, tightened my chest but I shoved it away. Not now, not ever. “You were a bit concussed.” the man said as he approached my bed. “How do you feel now?” I felt lightheaded, all that tossing my head around and crying had cost me something at least. The doctors said that I wasn't pregnant and I had to pretend that I thought I was. And then I had to shed another set of tears trying to convince them that I thought I missed my period. It worked because they started comforting me and then they sent me to the VIP ward. “I would be better if someone called my boyfriend. Where is Nathan?”The man winced. “We've tried calling him but there's been no response. Have you tried calling him?” he shot the question right back at me and I had to pretend that it didn't st
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