His Lethal Love by Monika Singh (highly illogical behavior .TXT) 📕

Camille

Taking a long inhale I walked into the hospital where the press was already covering the entire hospital. Pushing through the people I was able to approach Archie and Kat who were standing in the hallway. They had sombre and sad faces. 

“Is he okay?” I gasped for air. They shot their eyes at me in surprise, gazing at me from head to toe as if they had seen my ghost. “How is he?” I asked in annoyance. 

“You were on a trip, right?” Kat exclaimed. “How come you are here?” 

“I just heard the news of Scott’s accident on the radio and we headed straight there.” 

“Where is Conan?” Archie glanced past me. 

“He doesn’t want to come with me because of the press and photographers. You know it will be a big scandal if they spot me with him.”

“You two are a big scandal,” Archie laughed. 

“I was talking about Scott,” I gritted my teeth out. 

“He has broken his arm and leg and got his head hit on a tree trunk.” Kat sighed. “It seems like their marriage has to be postponed for some time as the groom is badly injured.” 

“Are there any deep injuries?” I asked worriedly. 

“No, there is none but he is still unconscious,” Archie replied, exchanging looks with Kat.

“What’s his room no…” 

“I’m afraid Maura won’t let you in,” Kat said. “She looks furious at you because of Scott…”

“Because Scott came to meet me.” I finished with a heavy sigh. My heart sank, thinking about last night. He told me he couldn’t drive because of his injured hand, but still, I pushed him out of the window. I should have given him a place to hide instead of kicking him out of the house straight at night. 

“It was my fault...”

“Please, don’t say that,” Archie cut me off sharply with a warning. “It was not your fault. He acted of his own will. No one has asked him to ride on such a night.” 

“He wanted to stay with me.” I choked with tears. “I just didn’t let him.”

“You did right, Cami. It is nothing compared to what he did to you these past months,” Archie said angrily. 

“Can I see him from afar?” 

“Yes you can,” Kat said and stopped Archie from speaking further. Through Archie’s sour expression, I could tell he didn’t want me to go to his room, but I headed to his room, anyway. 

“I guess Maura went to the doctor. Let’s be quick,” Kat whispered and opened the door quietly. My heart clenched when I saw Scott on the bed. He had a white cast on his right arm and right leg and a white bandage wrapped around his head. 

I strode toward him, looking down at him. I reached out and held him gently. His hand was as cold as ice. Settling down on the stool next to his bed, I mumbled, “I know you don’t deserve my apology, but I’m feeling guilty for causing you pain. I didn’t want you to end up in a hospital bed. You’re a stupid asshole who likes to do the right things at the wrong time. Why didn’t you hear the truth when I tried to tell you a hundred times? Why do you have to create all this drama, huh? You know…”

“Camille…!” My heart almost popped out of my chest when Maura screamed out behind me. I froze, gazing at our intertwined fingers. I didn’t want to tear them off and I would never. “You bloody bitch!” She charged for me but didn’t approach me because Kat blocked her way and held her back. 

She looked wild. 

“Calm down, darling. She is here to check on his boss. Nothing big deal.” Kat pushed her away gently, but she didn’t stop and fought him to break herself free. 

“How dare you touch him!” She shouted even louder, ignoring the patient’s condition. 

Mean bitch!

I finally let Scott’s hand go and rose to my feet, glaring into her eyes back. “You don’t know there is not a single part of his body I haven’t touched yet,” I smirked when her expression even darkened as she snarled and pushed off Kat. 

“You fucking whore!” She was about to hit me but I grabbed her hand and twisted it behind her back. She cried in pain. 

“Keep your hand to yourself if you don’t want me to break it off,” I whispered in her ear, keeping in mind Scott’s presence in the same room. 

“You have no idea what you are doing, Camille Davidson. You’re risking your useless life.”

“You can’t threaten me because I know who is by my side.” I grinned and let go of her fragile wrist. My fingerprints graced her beautiful hand. Good for her. 

She turned to me, and tears were glistening in her bloodshot eyes. “I need to talk to you in privacy.” She glanced at Kat. “Can you leave?” 

Kat glanced my way for permission. Once I nodded to him, he walked away. 

“What do you want to talk to me about?” I frowned. 

“Follow me,” she ordered and led me to the second room, which seemed like a personal waiting room. It had a white couch with a brown table and a small refrigerator. 

The moment I entered the room, she slammed the door shut behind me and glared at me. When she advanced on me, I almost thought she would hit me. “You…” she poked her finger into my chest, “won’t tell him the truth.” 

“What truth?” Knowing what she was talking about, I asked her. 

“The truth about Samuel,” she swallowed hard. “I don’t want him to know.” 

“But he wants to know the truth,” I said sharply. “Do you think I’ll obey your orders?”

“You will have to!” She said with clenched teeth. 

“He was demanding the truth last night, and I’m gonna tell him once he wakes up.”