~Cameron~

"Any news on the overdosed kid?"

"Still out, I dunno. Doesn't look good."

"What do I tell his mother? She's been asking every other minute."

"Just say we're working on it and there's a fair chance he'll survive. If he does, we said so, if he doesn't, we didn't say he would. Just kick her out if she bugs you too much."

"Alright." The nurse walked over towards Ms. Pryce.

"Any news?" Ms. Pryce asked the woman anxiously. "How is Jaime? Are there any developments? Did-"

"The doctors say that your son has a fair chance at recovery, but you'll need to let us, and by that I mean me, do our jobs. If there are any changes to his condition we will have you informed." She walked away at a brisk pace, finished with her rather blunt speech.

"Excuse me, Miss," I said to her.

"Yes, what?" She seemed testy, for good reason I supposed. This was probably my 20th time asking.

"I was wondering how Jaime Pryce was doing?"

"The doctors say he has a fair chance at-"

"Stop it with the bullshit, how is he?"

"I don't know what you-"

"Yes you do. Cut it."

She sighed, "Not good, I think. But don't say anything yet. He's in a coma, but Dr. Sindell is waiting for most of the medicine to be out of his system before trying anything. I've got to get back to work now, are you planning to bother me again or can I actually do my job?"

"Carry on, I suppose." I turned and sat back down. What had I done?

It had only been about half an hour since Jaime had been found, but it felt like an eternity. I just felt so guilty...

"Jaime! Jay, Jaime?"

Ugh. I'm so guilty I hear people calling his name. It's not all my fault really. I didn't... Yes I did. I'm terrible. Wow. I can't even be-

"Jaime? Mom? Where are you? I can't find you, hello?"

Turning my head, I saw Jaime's little sister, Desdemona.

"Des! Over here!"

I've only actually met her twice, but she was sweet. She was nine years old, she'd been away at camp at the time of the accident, Jaime had told me.

Desdemona walked over to me, studying my face quizzically. "Cameron? What are you doing here? Where's my mom?"

"She's talking to a nurse, I think. Wanna hang here until she's done?"

"Alright. Wanna play a game?"

"Like what? Not I-Spy, not Truth or Dare..."

"We can play poker. I've got cards, we can use anything as chips really."

"Don't we need more than two people for that? And how do you know how to play?"

"June taught me. Can we please?"

This girl was too cute for the ER. "We'd need more people for that. We can play another card game, I guess."

At this, a young woman sitting next to us chimed in. "Would you mind if I play? I've got a bunch of paper clips and rubber bands in my purse for chips, I've just come from the office."

"Alright," I said cautiously. After all, it's not every day a stranger offers to play poker with you in the hospital.

"Thanks. Can my cousin play too? I brought him here." She gestured to a boy of about twelve, sitting awkwardly on the edge of his plastic chair.

"Of course," Desdemona said quickly. Leaning over to me, she whispered, "He's cute."

Laughing, I nodded to the woman. "What's our name, by the way?" I asked after a moment. "I'm Cameron, and this is Desdemona."

"Like from Othello?"

"I would assume so."

"Nice. I'm Kat, and that's Hunter." Glancing at him, she said, "Come on Hunt, we're playing poker."

"Okay," he said, coming over to us. He was being very careful as he walked, and I assumed he had broken his ankle. "Hey," he said as he arrived.

"Hi," Des and I said. I took the cards from Desdemona.

"Alright," I said, shuffling and dealing the cards as Kat handed out paper clips and rubber bands. "Ante up."

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Cas/Tori here. Sorry for the wait, my app was being really funky and deleted half of this, and I'm completely swamped at school. I'll try to be more regular, and those of you who read Norma(l), I'll be updating tomorrow. This was more of a filler but expect some drama to come. Remember to comment any thoughts!
Thanks for reading guys!         -Cas/Tori