Nine hours I
Camila's POV
The confusion that ensues after waking up in a foreign place is a feeling I thought I wouldn't have to endure after being saved. But the second I flutter my eyes open and glance around, that same feeling greets me.
Only this time it's no accompanied by darkness, it's accompanied by the bright light shining down on me, the sound of some sort of machine and the light snores sounding from somewhere around me.
I crane my neck to the side to see an empty chair. There's various snack wrappers littered across it and when I glance down at myself, I realise I'm in a hospital room.
I shift, trying to rid my body of the discomfort but it doesn't help. I groan out but all that sounds from my dry throat is a weak croak.
I continuously hit the red button on the side of my bed and then my eyes trail off to the left side of the room. There's a couch along the wall but my attention isn't on the cream material, it's on the man sitting the couch, his large body looking uncomfortable against the relatively small sized couch.
Alejandro's in his white dress shirt and slacks sitting up on the sofa, but his arms are crossed, his legs are spread wide open and his head is tipped back.
Soft snores pour out of his lips and I try to open my mouth to speak but all that comes out is a dry cough.
I turn my head at the sound of footsteps to see a woman in scrubs walk into the room. "You're up." She smiles as she moves towards me.
She immediately hands me a cup of water and I drink it as she adjusts my bed, positioning me so that I'm sitting up.
"It's about time." She mumbles and I continue drinking my water as she moves towards my right arm.
It's mostly wrapped and when I attempt to move my left arm up, I wince at the heavy feeling.
She cringes. "You're gonna have to be careful. That wound is still healing."
"How." I clear my throat. "How long have I been here?" My voice is barely above a whisper.
"About four days." She nods and my eyes widen.
"But don't worry you've had great company." She says before her brows furrow and she places a hand on her hips. "I don't know where the other two went, but your boyfriend hasn't left your side."
"Boyfriend?" I sigh, rubbing at my temples as I try to process al this information.
I was out for four days?
Four days without my skincare routine? And that wasn't including the day I was kidnapped. I internally groan.
"That handsome man over there." She nods towards Alejandro, but before I can say anything else she's going into detail about my injuries and doing a check up.
My entire right side was scratched up and the cuts were all tended to, all that was left was bruising. My wrist wasn't sprained but I had to refrain from lifting anything and my left upper arm was stitched up from the stab wound and it needed more time to heal.
Other than that, I was left with cuts and scrapes that had mostly healed in the past few days and all I needed to worry about was the soreness.
She hands me another cup of water and I take it as she starts to remove the I.V in my arm. "I would recommend that you stay away from any strenuous activity for the next few days." She says, side eyeing me and then she peeks towards Alejandro. "As hard as it might be with a hunk like that." She mumbles.
It takes me a couple minutes to realise what she's saying and when I do, I choke on my cup of water and it sends me into a coughing fit.
One that's loud enough to wake the beast on the couch.
His body jolts up and in an instant he's standing like he's on guard. I watch his state of confusion as he makes a move to reach into his back-most likely reaching for his gun, but then he pauses and takes a moment to blink once he sees the nurse.
He sighs, his body instantly relaxing as he rubs the sleep from his tired eyes before they trail to me and then back towards the nurse.
And then I watch it click and he does a double take, his eyes widening once we connect eyes and the next thing I know he's moving towards me.
"Is she okay?" He asks the nurse as his eyes flicker all over my face in a mix of wonder, gratitude and relief.
He moves forward and cups the side of my face, tilting my face up towards him. The nurse tells him I'm fine and he nods as she continues to speak, but with the way he's staring at me, I know he's not listening to her anymore.
He heard that I was fine and that's all he needed.
The nurse excuses herself shortly after and a strange silence fills the room. Alejandro's looking at me while I'm left to sit there awkwardly and when I finally look at his face, his frantic eyes are scanning my body as if he's making sure I'm actually here.
I take the time to trail my eyes across his face. His hair is a mess of curls, his cheeks are hollowed out like he hasn't been eating, there's a faint bruise on the side of his cheek. His overgrown scruff across his sharp jaw tells me he hasn't been taking care of himself and the bags under his eyes tell me he hasn't been getting any sleep.
He looks exhausted but the way in which his eyes light up when he looks at me, tells me he's the furthest thing from miserable right now.
"Hi." He breathes softly, the smallest of smiles gracing his lips.
I swallow thickly, "Hi." I reply, somewhat awkwardly.
"I missed you." He murmurs as he moves his head forward, like he's going to kiss me but just when his lips ghost over mine, I turn my head and divert my attention to the door.
His lips land on my cheek and I move my head away from him, lightly pushing on his chest to push him away from me as I watch Marco and Ethan walk into the room with bags of what seem to be takeout.
A smile graces my lips at the sight of them. "I call dibs on the Spring rolls." Ethan says, his head tilted down as he looks through the bag in his hand.
"But those are my favourite." I say softly and I watch both men pause. Ethan's head snaps up and his eyes widen when he sees me.
The next thing I know he's nearly tackling me in a hug.
"Easy." Alejandro growls in warning from next to me but I simply ignore him.
Ethan pulls back with the biggest smile and I shriek and try to move away from him as he continues to place kisses all across my face.
"Okay okay, I get it. You missed me." I say pushing him off me.
"No that was to show you how proud I am of you." He smiles, staring down at me as he shakes his head. "Three clean shots. Tweety, I didn't know you had it in you."
I smile as I turn towards Marco who's staring down at me, his face one of indifference but his eyes tell me a different story. "Thanks, I learned from the best."
I hear a grunt from next to me and I know it's Alejandro, but once again I ignore him.
Instead I smile cheekily up at Marco. "Isn't that right Marco Polo?"
Marcos face drops and he rolls his eyes, "You were adequate. Now enough with the nick name." He grumbles.
"Never." I say, my smile growing as Marco narrows his eyes, his lips twitch but before I can see the smile he turns and walks towards the chair in the far corner.
I turn back towards Ethan and my smile drops. "What happened to your face?" I ask, scanning his face that looked like he took a harsh beating.
His eyes flicker to the my side where I know Alejandro's standing, but he simply shrugs and moves towards the sofa. I narrow my eyes looking back towards Alejandro, who turns his cheek away from me as they both blatantly avoid the question.
I grit my teeth and take a deep breath. "It's really insulting how you still feel the need to keep things from me." I say, my voice filled with disappointment and when his eyes snap to mine, I can tell he's going to protest but I don't let him speak.
Instead I stare up at him, Shaking my head with a scoff. "I'm tired of you picking and choosing when to communicate with me. You're constantly telling me that I need to be more upfront with you but you don't give me the same treatment." I spit, my voice low enough for just him to hear.
His brows furrow and he steps forward with a sigh, rubbing his forehead before he grabs onto my hand," Camila , you have to understand-"
But I'm not having it. "I don't need you doing what you think will protect me. I don't need to understand." I spit, glaring up at him. "I'm telling you what I want and if you're not gonna listen, I don't want to hear it."
I yank my hand out of his grasp and shake my head as I stare into his eyes. "Communication is a two way street and until you can learn that I don't want you touching me or speaking to me."
Alejandro's silent and I turn away from him to see Ethan who's on his phone but he's got a small smile on his face and then I look to Marco who sends me a single nod.
I find myself thankful for them being here.
"Now, can we please get out of here?"
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