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Not my little sun.
“Camilla!” I yell, pushing the hair out of her face just to see blue lips staring back at me, water seeping from the sides. I pump her chest, trying to expel the water out of her lungs. “Don’t do this, princess.”
The water comes out of her mouth in spurts, but she doesn’t move. Instead, she stays deadly still as if the water in her lungs wasn’t ever the problem. I touch her again just to realize she’s freezing, and I scoop her up and run to my door. Turning the lock, I push it open and go inside, not caring that we’re both dripping water. No, I’ll worry about that later. I put her down on the floor briefly while I get towels and blankets to cuddle and dry her and myself with, and then I take her to my bed.
I call the doctor, who serves The Elite, and know that I’ll regret that choice after Camilla’s father finds out. There’s no way this is staying a secret, and I don’t expect it to.
Drying Camilla, I put my fingers to her pulse point and feel it, barely there, but she’s alive. I think she really needs to warm up and then we will be okay. She hasn’t opened her eyes, her breathing hasn’t changed, and she won’t move. It’s safe to say she’s probably still unconscious.
“Princess.” I breathe, wrapping her up in even more blankets. That’s three now. “What were you thinking?”
Her eyes flutter as if she’s struggling to open them, and she sucks in a sharp breath. Her lips are blue still, and she whispers, “Death.”
I grab her by the neck and squeeze, then let go quickly. “What the fuck did you say?”
“Let me die.”
“Never.”
“Please.” She whispers again, struggling to speak. “Put me out of my misery.”
Tears fill my eyes as she closes hers, and I realize just how much she’s hurting over her brother. It’s the only explanation for why she’d feel this way and I need to tell her what’s happening. I need to explain Leonardo’s involvement in this whole situation. He’s a piece of shit who has kept her in the dark long enough, and I refuse to be the same. She just also needs to make it through the night as well.
The doctor shows up a few minutes later as she somehow is asleep with her body shivering and teeth chattering. “How long was she in that water?” He asks me as soon as he comes in, no pleasantries at all. He knows who she is, and I know he will be making phone calls as soon as he’s done here. I have to make it look like we’re nothing.
“I don’t know,” I reply coldly. “I just found her in the water getting washed up by the waves. I didn’t know she was Camilla DeLuca until I turned her on her back.”
“And why didn’t you leave her there?”
My jaw clenches. “Her brother was enough of the DeLuca’s family blood on my hands.”
The doctor nods, his white hair shining with the movement. “Fair enough.”
“As soon as she’s well enough, I will take her back to her home.” The fuck I will, but he doesn’t need to know that. “So what do I need to do?”
“Well…” His white mustache twitches as he observes me closely. “Let me take a look at her first.”
Doctor Roswell gets his stethoscope out and listens to her lungs intently, taking a long time that has me on edge. After that, he opens her mouth and looks in it, then her nail beds, and then he takes a tiny device out of his coat pocket, the pulse ox device, and pinches her finger with it. It has numbers on it, ninety-nine to be exact at this point, which is a great sign.
“She’s oxygenating, so that’s good.” The doctor stands up from the bed. “Her lungs are a bit wet, but she’s surprisingly fine.”
“So she got lucky?”
“Yes, she did.” Dr Roswell puts the stethoscope in a bag and looks at me again. “Now all she needs is to be kept warm. I hear body heat is perfect for that.” He waggles his eyebrows and understanding dawns on me.
“Absolutely not.”
Hell yes, I will. Although I’m pissed off at her for being all over Leonardo earlier and comforting him. But she’s vulnerable right now, and she needs it, at least that’s what I’m telling myself.
“Alright then.” He turns around to leave and grabs the doorknob. “As for Andrea DeLuca… what’s done is done. Quit living in the past.”
“My fifty coins have been earned,” I tell him with a grim voice. “I’m done.”
Dr. Roswell nods, “Good.”
With that, he walks out, not one more word uttered.
I go back outside and locate Camilla’s clothes and keys, not that she will be using them, but I also can’t have people stealing her Mercedes. Once back inside, I lock the door behind me and turn off all the lights in the house.
