Page 70 of A Sinner's Saint

My head spins in her direction. “What do you mean it’s not the first time? What the fuck is wrong with her?”

“Like you care what happens to her,” Elena hisses at me.

“We can take one person on the ambulance,” the paramedic says as they lift Cammi onto a stretcher.

“I’m coming.” I glare at Elena, daring her to challenge me. Thankfully, the girl’s not dumb. She backs down.

“I’ll follow you. Come on, Elena, I’ll give you a ride,” Dash says.

I follow the paramedics in the back of the ambulance, my eyes glued to Cammi. She hasn’t woken up. She’s got all sorts of shit connected to her body. “What’s wrong with her?” I ask the paramedic as soon as we start moving.

“She’s stable. We’ll know more once they run some tests at the hospital,” he says. “I need some information. Her full name?”

“Camile Taylor,” I tell him, then add, “De Bellis.” If I have to lie to make sure she gets the best fucking treatment possible, I will.

“De Bellis?” the guy parrots, looking up from his paperwork to stare at me.

“That’s what I fucking said,” I grunt. “Make sure only the top fucking doctors are treating her.” I pull my phone from my pocket and call my brother. I can’t deal with this. I don’t know what to fucking do.

“Vin?” Gio answers.

“I need you to meet me at the hospital,” I tell him.

“Which one and what happened?” he asks. I can hear him moving already.

“It’s Cammi. She… I don’t know what is fucking happening, Gio.” My free hand is running through my hair without me even realising I’m doing it.

“I’m on my way. Which hospital?” he asks again.

“The Royal Melbourne, Mr De Bellis,” the paramedic says into the speaker.

“I’ll be right there.” Gio cuts the call.

Fuck…

When I look back down at Cammi’s face, her eyes are open and she’s staring right back at me. “Am I dead?” she asks, her brows turned down.

“No,” I answer her.

Cammi turns towards the paramedic and then back to me again. “Why are you here?”

“Cammi, your heart just fucking stopped. I had to perform CPR on you. Where else would I be?”

“Anywhere but with me. I’m sorry you had to do that.”

I don’t know what to say to her. She’s sorry? She’s fucking sorry I wasn’t going to sit by and let her die? What the fuck is happening?

“What’s happening, Cammi?” I repeat aloud. “Elena mentioned something about this happening before?”

“It’s nothing,” Cammi says, her eyes looking everywhere but at me.

“Miss De Bellis, if you could provide us with any background information on your condition or past conditions that would be helpful for us to know how to treat you,” the paramedic tells her.

“It’s Taylor. My name is Cammi Taylor. Not De Bellis. And I’m fine. They couldn’t find anything wrong with me before and they won’t now. Did my heart stop?” she asks.

My head is spinning. This has happened before, and I had no idea. She could have died, and I wasn’t there.

“When was the last incident?” the paramedic questions her.

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