camden

"S-Sorry. It's okay, it's just a cast.. It'll come off and your leg will be good as new eventually." Camden said with a shrug. "I think you still look great, cast and all..."

Camden stared at the injured man and smiled. "Yeah sure, it's no problem." He reached down to pick up the phone and handed it over to the injured man. "Let me guess... Earthquake?"

Maybe if you didn’t move around and work so much, your sutures wouldn’t open — you need to be careful.

Okay, pretty please someone take some of this cake off my hands. If I keep it, i’ll end up as round as a house. I promise it’s not some sadistic trick; just had a cake tasting today for a young couple and there’s quite the sampling still left untouched. 

I’ve survived a lot of things, and I’ll probably survive this.

Where Is My Mind? || Vera&Camden

Since he arrived to the hospital on Christmas, Camden had been spending every second worrying about everyone else but himself. He would go from room to room, checking in on his siblings. He refused to leave the hospital unless it was to get clothes for Adrian, food for Isaac, or magazines for Lily. Whatever they needed, he wouldn't hesitate to go and retrieve it for his siblings. He'd also stop in and check on a few friends to make sure they were doing alright, he was going all around the hospital keeping himself preoccupied with everyone else's needs rather than focusing on what he needed in order to recover. On the outside Camden appeared alright, slight bruising and a cut on his face but physically he was fine. On the inside, Camden was dealing with much more. It's been days since he had a good nights sleep. Every time he closed his eyes he'd get flashbacks from that night and what was worse was when he started to fall asleep he'd wake up in a panic due to his nightmares. Time and time again he'd see Hallie and Nina lying on the floor as they were trapped in the dark elevator, the image played in his mind repeatedly. He could still smell the iron and sweat that filled the tight spaced elevator. It was actually a very large elevator, it could fit a decent amount of people but the elevator felt pretty damn small when two out of the three people on it were lying on the ground fighting for their life. Since the accident he also hadn't been able to go on an elevator, he was avoiding it at all cost which was a cruel joke when all his loved once were on completely different floors. The young man was sitting at a chair besides Isaac's hospital bed talking with him and keeping him company until Isaac dozed off into a deep sleep. "Lucky." Camden muttered enviously as he stared at Isaac snoring. The young man yawned loudly, of course he was tired but sleeping frightened him way too much. He stood up and started heading out towards the hallway, he wanted to grab a Coca-Cola at the vending machine towards the end of the hall. Some caffeine and sugar could probably help keep him awake for a bit longer, unforunately for Camden the Coca-Cola wouldn't help him with hide the dark circles under his eyes or his night terrors.

"We should totally do that though, imagine how funny it would be." She chuckled at the thought, although she would be way too mannered to even do it. "That’s good to hear, uh but you were there as well, right? I’m glad to see you didn’t get hurt." A small smile spread across her lips. "It’s alright, I already got a dose of morphine in me, it should be working soon. Please make sure I’m not getting addicted to that stuff. I was just stuck under some stuff, nothing too serious." She played it off, shrugging her thin shoulders slightly. "Though I fractured my rib, first time I actually broke a bone."

"Yeah, yeah I was.. unfortunately. The earthquake hit all over Seattle, it's really sad." He added in. "Morphine? Well damn, you must be feeling pretty good then. I'll be sure to keep an eye out, I'll look up the symptoms of a morphine addict just to make sure I can keep you in check." He slightly smirked, he couldn't imagine Cathleen become an addict but he would certainly look out for her. "That sounds awful, I'm sorry. You did? Ouch. I can't even imagine how painful that's got to be. How long is it going to take to heal?"

"Ahh so you just wanted to palm the flowers off on someone? Thinking you actually cared, well never!" Hollie said with a laugh, "It’s a really sweet gesture though, thank you." She nodded her head with a shrug, "Neither have I…but it doesn’t look all that fun when you see it all on the TV, right?" She shrugged her shoulders a little bit and looked at the flowers as he set them down. She pushed herself up a little, being careful not to let herself slip with her left hand, "How are you though?" 

"You're welcome," He smiled. "I haven't even watched TV, I don't want to.. I'm not sure that I really want to see it all again after we've all experienced it." He cleared his throat before he puckered his lips, not exactly knowing to what to say. "I'm fine. Can't complain. How are you? Hopefully your hand gets better and we can dance the Macarena eventually."

Avery nodded, following his instruction as best she could, most of her focus was going to getting used to being on these crutches. “Cam, why did you come in my room with flowers like that? I mean why did you really?”, she asked, glancing over at him with a pointed look.

The young man rolled his eyes, "I told you. There's a flower stand downstairs, all the money goes towards helping people that were affected by the Earthquake so I bought a few. Can't people just make a nice gesture without being questioned?"