Chapter 2
120 degrees
“Come on hurry up and take her in before anyone see’s us”. It took us at least ten minutes to get home and the girl was already losing too much blood. Louis opened the car door, getting out and carrying the girl inside the house.
“Here’s the key”. Louis made motion toward his front pocket as I reached and grabbed the front door keys and unlocked it seeing Zayn sitting on the red, leather coach.
“What is going on”. Zayn stood up from the couch more confused than never.
“You didn’t get the text?” Louis asked using a deeper voice.
“Don’t you remember I lost my phone in the woods!”.
“Where’s Mila?”
“Upstairs in the lab. Why? Anyways who is she?” Zayn asked.
“Galen carry her upstairs, Zayn you know where Palm Road is right?”
“Yes why?”
“Go and you will find a bike, destroy it or bring it here. Whatever you prefer”. Louis handed me the girl, and began to walk up the wooden steps, trying to take a step at a time. I followed Louis as he open to large black doors ; showing a white room with a bed and lots of book shelf’s.
“Mila?” I placed the young girl on the bed, taking off my shirt from her forehead.
“What is it now?” Mila came out from the bathroom door. Her golden hues searched the girl; it was a bad idea to bring her here.
“WHO IS SHE?”
“You need to cure her” Louis insisted.
“ARE YOU GUYS STUPID? DID ANYONE SEE YOU ENTER THE HOUSE WITH HER?”
“MILA, SHE’S GOING TO DIE!” Louis’s voice turned into a small growl.
“Leave me alone, I’ll see what I can do”.
“How much?”
“Give me three thousand”. Mila opened some cabinets and grabbed some gloves and needles; she was already in her second year in college studying medicine. And from the group she was the smartest, anyone was hurt you come to her to cure you. But, there is always a price to pay.
“What if she wakes up?” I was thinking out loud, seeing Louis about to leave the room.
“I don’t know”.
We left Mila to herself, going back downstairs to wait for Zayn, Louis wasn’t too happy with what I have caused. And I wasn’t happy as well; this girl could die because of me.
I took a seat on the spot that Zayn was sitting in earlier; I didn’t want to watch TV so I just sat there.
“What are we going to do?”
“About the girl?” Louis grabbed a glass of water and took a seat on the coffee table.
“Yeah, we are in the middle of nowhere, with a girl that has lost a lot of blood. We don’t even know if there looking for her.”
“Don’t worry too much. When she wakes up first thing we need to do is drive her to her house!”.
“And that’s it? Who’s going to explain to her parents what happened?
“She will”.
“But..”
“All we have to worry about is that she lives, that’s all. We’ll figure out the rest first thing in the morning”.
CAMILE’S POV
59 degrees
My head was pounding, and my eyes tired. I tried to remember what was going on, but that just made my headache worse.
“Shhh,” I heard a voice, but I couldn’t figure out who it was. I slowly opened my eyes, my vision was blurry and not the best.
I could tell it was early, the room was really bright. I turned to the right and then left to see two dark figures, possibly sitting. Am I at the hospital?
“What happened?” My voice cracked a little, not getting a response back; I was probably hallucinating from the dugs the doctor gave me. Well, if I was at the doctors. I closed my eyes again and wiped them with my cold hands. Then opened them again.
The room was painted in a light orange shade; this was no usual hospital room. The large room was full of windows that let in the sun, and the walls covered in book shelves and wooden cabinet.
“You’re finally awake”. I instantly turned to where the voice came from, a young man, really tall and slim. His light blue eyes brightened as he smiled, taking a seat next to me.
“Who..oo are you?” I looked down to my hands to see that my left hand was wrapped, not broken just wrapped.
“What happened”.
“Well, I was driving and you hit my car...”
“I did?” I was lost and confused.
“Yeah in your bike, and you hit your head on the impact. We asked you if you wanted us to take you to the hospital and you said no…” The young man had a small accent, couldn’t figure it out.
“And then we asked you where you lived and you blacked out, so we brought you to our house, and my sister who is a doctor, checked your head and left hand.”
“That’s why my hand is wrapped..”
“Yes, and your head as well”. The young man motion to his forehead, I couldn’t tell if he was lying, but that did sound like me. Not wanting help. But, how and why did I hit his car?
“Is your car okay? Do I need to pay..”
“No, its fine just your bike… it got wrecked”. I let out a moan and slightly touched my head feeling the soft bandage.
“I’m Galen”. The young blue eyed said stretching his hand toward me.
“I’m Camile”. I reached for his hand and shocked it, I must be really cold because his hand was burning.