No One To Trust * A Louis Fan Fic* (Finished)

A girl named Cameron had awful parents that had been to prison more then once. Her friends all left her because they thought she wasn't cool enough for them. Cameron tried to trust people but every time she did they would only let her down. Will she ever be able to trust some one again? Or will she live her life hiding in a corner in her room trying to cry away her pain? Will her parents ever care about her? Or will they continue to ignore her and beat her? Please read to find out!!!!


9. Sick



                      Cameron's P.O.V.


                                 We sat there just talking for a couple hours. A nurse walked in the room a while later. "I'm sorry but you need your sleep sweet heart". She said to me. "So do you Young man". She said to Louis. Louis gave me a kiss on the forehead then the lady wheeled me out of the room. I was a bit nervous being alone in such a strange place. "Good night". The nurse said leaving me alone in the room. After a while I finally fell asleep.


                                          (When I wake up)


               I slowley opened my eyes and sat up. I sighed as I looked around the dreary white room. Everything seems so gloomy and sad. As I sat there thinking a nurse came in. "I'm going to check your blood pressure". She said grabbing some wierd thing. She rapped it around my arm and started pumping it. It got kind of tight and it kind of hurt. "Ouch". I said quitley. "I'm sorry". She said but kep on pumping it. She finally let it loosen. She started wrighting something on a chart. She carfully and gentley unrapped the white with blood stained bandges around my head. She used a wet steril cloth to wash the wound. "Ouch". I said as i felt the cloth touch the painful cut. She kep dabbing the cloth against my aching head. She rerapped my head with clean gaze and a soft pad. She did the same with my arm. She grabbed something out of a box type thing. I couldn't see what she grabbed because she was facing away from me. She walked over to me with a shot in her hand. I almost instantly freaked out. I don't do good with shots at all! "Please don't, p-please d-don't". I stutered out feeling light headed. I started dry heaving. "Oh goodness". She said putting the shot down and grabbing a bowl in case I puke. I threw up into the bowl. "I don't feel so good". I said as i felt a noch in my stomach. She put her hand on my head. She walked over to a drawer and pull out a thermomiter. She put it in my mouth. " 102, Thats not good". She said. She threw the thermomiter away and started wrighting on her chart again. "I have a bit of a sore throt". I said. She started wrighting even more stuff on her chart. "You must becoming down with something". She said.

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