CAMILLA'S POV
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There's a deafening silence that hangs in the air, but to be frank, I'm not going to talk while he's asleep either. I slowly sit upright, a tense muscle strains in my neck from how I fell asleep against his shoulder. I push on my hands, lifting my behind as I slowly scoot toward the edge of the couch before I get up. I glance back at his relaxed face, and his eyes flick open, widely, and his gaze drags up the length of me, his eyes locking on mine. "f**k," He mutters, sitting up, hissing. He should have listened and go to the hospital. Our gazes are locked on one another, the silence filling up the space between us. I turn, heading to the kitchen, "I still think you should go see a doctor," I raise my concern, again, but he grunts loudly, ignoring me.
He’s probably roll
