Nhìn thấy Camila trên đơn vị chăm sóc đặc biệt sau khi tịch thu của cô đã được khủng khiếp cho Lauren. Cô đã bị tàn phá khi nhìn bạn gái của mình nối đến máy thở và gắn liền với nhiều dòng khác nhau, mà đã được cần thiết để ổn định tình trạng của mình sau sự vắng mặt dài của ôxy đến não của cô trong khi cô ấy có convulsed. Camila đã vô thức và không biết bất cứ điều gì xảy ra xung quanh cô trong khi cô ấy đã được gây mê nhưng Lauren nhớ lại, cô nhớ lại tất cả. Cô nhớ như thế nào sợ hãi, cô sẽ cảm thấy tại thời điểm này, làm thế nào lo lắng cô đã có cho Camila và phục hồi của mình, đường Dạ dày của cô đã ràng buộc chính nó trong knot tại nghĩ bạn gái của mình có thể không thức dậy, rằng cô ấy có thể đã bị thêm tổn thương não. Cô nhớ làm thế nào cô bạn gái thường nhỏ dạng đã dường như dwarfed thậm chí nhiều hơn so với bình thường trên giường bệnh, mà dường như là nhiều quá lớn đối với cô ấy. Cô nhớ làm thế nào dễ vỡ Camila đã xem xét, làm thế nào cô đã sợ hãi về chạm vào cô ấy trong trường hợp cô nên làm tổn thương cô ấy nữa.Back then, Dinah had told Lauren that Camila looked a hundred times better than she did in comparison to the last time that she’d been admitted to the intensive care unit. She’d tried to reassure Lauren that although Camila had looked pretty bad she didn’t look as though she was dying. At the time, Lauren had been comforted by this knowledge and she knew that there’d been some truth in Dinah’s words. It wasn’t until now though that she could really appreciate the complete honesty in them. All those months ago Lauren had thought that Dinah was embellishing the truth slightly in order to reassure her but now she knew her assumptions to be false, the horrific, colour images confirming the Polynesian girls’ words to be wholly accurate. In the picture that Lauren held in her hand Camila really did look as though she were dying.Camila tapped Lauren on the forearm lightly pulling her away from her own musings for a moment. She handed Lauren the first photograph, her eyes fixed firmly in front of her as she turned her attention to the second one in the pile. Lauren took the image from her girlfriend reluctantly and examined it more closely. She observed Camila’s recognisable form lying in the familiarly large hospital bed which sat surrounded by a sea of medical devices. Her girlfriend’s body was loosely covered in an unfashionable hospital gown, the centre of which was stained red where the blood from her chest wound and subsequent heart surgery had seeped through the material. Lauren could make out a tube protruding from Camila’s left side, draining a dark crimson liquid into a container which hung over the edge of the bed.Camila’s arms rested notably at her sides, both of them free of the gown, neither of them having been passed through the sleeves because of the lines which obtruded from her skin. Lauren’s eyes fell on to Camila’s left arm which she soon realised was elevated on a pillow, the entire limb covered in a large, metal wired contraption that looked as though it would be better placed in one of the ‘Saw’ movies as some form of torture device then on her girlfriend. Large pins were protruding into Camila’s left forearm and the small girl’s hand was swollen profusely, her skin bruised a deep shade of purple all over.Lauren swallowed hard again to rid her throat of the lump which was starting to form in the back of it. She allowed her eyes to carefully roam her girlfriend’s body again until they came to rest on what she could only barely identify as Camila’s face. Lauren felt her throat tighten further at the sight and her eyes stung with the threat of tears as she scrutinised the image before her, the reality of what her girlfriend had suffered hitting her like the oncoming weight of a speeding freight train.A number of lines were attached to the side of Camila’s neck and fed into a large machine at the head of her bed, jutting out over the top of a firm neck brace which she wore to protect her spine. A nasogastric tube had been placed in Camila’s right nostril and was stuck to her cheek with a generous amount of tape to hold it in place. Camila’s face, if you could even call it that it was so disfigured, was partially obscured by the ventilator tubing which managed to conceal her mouth and lower jaw from Lauren’s view, but, it wasn’t enough to completely hide from her the damage which had been inflicted on her girlfriend. The left hand side of Camila’s face was almost entirely distorted by swelling, her skin taut and inflamed as though she were having a severe allergic reaction to something she’d eaten. Her left eye was covered by a round, blood-stained, dressing which had been fixed over it with a couple of thin strips of micropore tape and Camila’s entire head had been wrapped in bandages to protect it from infection post-surgery. From the top of Camila’s skull, a large cylindrical device bulged, but Lauren was uncertain as to its purpose.“They aren’t so bad right?” Camila ask
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