The day started well enough, and it had Camila going about her business, which wasn't all good.
The shadows of the day before that day kept hunting her, and she kept asking herself if she really needed Mandy or not.
She drove around the streets of Las Vegas with no particular destination in mind, because her mind was rather crowded with the thoughts of yesterday which lined up Logan and Mandy. In a blink of an eye, they had become a thing to her.
      Her mind railed off from reality into the scapes of wonders; what if Logan wasn't a human being? "Oh damn it, Camila what has gotten into your head?" She said out loud to herself, hands tightened on the steering wheel, eyes fixed on the road, but mind railed off to another world. 
      "What was that feeling?" Even if she kept pondering over it till day break, there would never be a satisfying answer. But edit occurrences just wasn't going to wait for any of that to happen… 
      A loud trailer hunk hit her ears and her mind jolted her back to reality. But it was too late! Her legs hit on the brake and her hands clenched tightly on the steering wheel, while her eyes rolled and staggered around her surrounding
 she was out of lane… she should be in the inward, not the outward, and the trailer was fast approaching! There was no way out! Or she would end up falling off edit bridge? Her heart raced and drummed against her ribcage as numerous ways of escape cluttered in her mind. 
      "Fuck!" She yelled and pulled her feet out from the brake just to return it back with pressure against the brake! The car zeroed out with force, with a 90 degree turn that got the trailer, despite the edit for a halt, hitting her off with force to the other lane!
The car flinched out with a roll and hit against the bridge edit cross pipe rods with a clatter. One tyre at the back pulled out and the car dumped beside the road, shattered. 
      "Call 911!" Different voices howled! She couldn't feel a thing except the rush of blood leaving her body with the stains of life draining out from her. The noises plumed edit into a muffled roar and her blood blurred eyes saw the figure of Logan. 
      "Logan" she said with the dregs of her strength which puffed out in dying breathes. She was dragged out of the car and she felt her body meet the earth; maybe it was time to go. She felt numb and off, like life was being sucked out of her.
      "Someone has got to administer CPR!" A voice yelled. 
       "The ambulance is on it's way!" 
       "No she is dying! She would die before it arrives" another added. 
      Sympathizers were lying up for Camila, the monster that deserved death; only if they knew better. 
       "I'm not taking that chance…" someone started administering CPR on her. But nothing was happening. Not even a glimpse of survival. The victim must had edit breathed her last breathe.
      "No, you're not dying on me…" continued the persistent good samaritan even when everyone else waited for the ambulance that headed to the morgue. 
      "Hey man—" someone tapped him to get up. 
     "No, no way. Today started good, very good. I got a new job, a house and a brand new car! So there's no way I'm going to witness a death. Today has to be an all round good day, it has to!" He hit his hand hard on her chest out of frustration and to everyones surprise, she gasped for breath. 
      The man sprung up and his met the faces of the bewildered. He couldn't believe it. "No, there's no way anyone would survive that… but, you did. Jesus, I'm a saviour…" he muttered to himself and staggered to his car. "I'm a saviour, I must be" he drove off with the edit coming of a medical ambulance. 
      Camila was placed under oxygen and taken inside the Van. 
****
      The next time she opened her eyes, she saw a few nurses and a doctor around her. But her vision was more of blurry and faint, including the conversation inside the hospital room.
But her eyes could only remain open for a few seconds, and before it got shut, she noticed that she was getting drip and blood. 
       A few hours later, she opened her eyes to one nurse adding drip to the tag on top. She was placed under oxygen too. 
      The nurse noticed that she was awake and tried to calm her down. "Please, do not move, you're badly wounded. Your whole body should be in pains right now. I'm so sorry, I don't think you would be able to move too, at least for one complete month, so do—"  
     Camila moved her hand to her pocket and brought out her phone. The nurse was bewildered.
It was impossible. And She could only ask herself how the patient was able to move.
From her medical perspective, she knew that it would take up to a month, for anyone who survived that kind of crash and literally defied the power of death to move even a finger. But she moved a whole hand and arm at the same time! 
      All the while she was absent minded trying to edit what just happened to notice that Camila had been trying to get her attention until she tried to remove the oxygen. 
      "No no no, please don't. Oh my god, I mean your speedy recovery is really a marvel edit but I don't think removing the oxygen would do any good" the nurse said.
Camila kept tapping her finger on the screen of her phone. The nurse starred down at it. "I should take this?" She asked. Camila nodded her head repeatedly and she took the phone from her hand.
The screen was showing call logs and the last call was …"Logan?" The nurse asked. She nodded her head persistently like her life depended on it. "Okay okay. Calm down please, you shouldn't be stressing yourself at all" the nurse said. 
      Camila sighed. She talked a lot for her liking. She could hear herself yelling "dial the fucking number already!"
     "You want me to call him?" She asked. A lot of questions. Camila nodded her head, she had every reason to calm down. 
      The nurse did, Logan was asked to come to the hospital. He thought it was a joke, but what type of joke would it be? For what reason? He knew he should go, so he went.
He checked in and was surprised to see Camila in that state, but he was relieved to hear that she was getting better.
      "How? Wh-what what happened? How did this happen?" Logan asked. Someone he just saw last night in a hospital bed being pumped with blood, oxygen and drip, it was so much to take in, even if it was just someone he just knew. 
      "Um Sir, please don't ask her those question, how is she going to answer all those in—" 
      "I'm sorry. I will let her rest then…" he motioned to walk away but Camila held his arm. Logan looked at her and she shook her head. 
      Logan looked at the nurse, and she looked back at him. "Seems like she wants you to stay"  Logan nodded his head. 
      "Okay then" she added. "Is a miracle she even survived. She would be able to get back to her normal life fully in two months time, probably.
She lost a lot of blood and broke some bones, so its going to take sometime to heal. And be patient with her all the while…" she said with a smile. She walked to the door and turned back. "She would need you" and walked away. 
        "Would she?" Logan thought. Camila held his hand and felt better. She could remove the oxygen and nothing would happen. It felt like those bones were getting a grip on theirselves fast enough.
There was an adrenaline rush and it was like it aided and sped up the Mysterious healing process. 
      But Logan was dying. He tried as much as possible not to let it show through his face, he was going through a lot in minutes more than he did in years.
But if being by her side and holding her hand made her feel better, then he would take it all…  and he patient. He was a werewolf after all, so he kept wounding and healing.
His heart especially was getting the hang of it. It was literally breaking and mending. But he would sacrifice his well-being to see that Camila, the woman who came to kill him, survived. 
      ****
      "Excuse me, Sir?" The nurse came in. 
      "Yes?" Logan answered. 
      "Are you still here? Still standing like that? …" Logan nodded his head, and she referenced from her watch. "It's been like three hours" she said. Both the patient and the visitor were unusual. 
       "Oh is it?" 
       "She is sleeping"
       "Yes…" he looked at her. He was just noticing.
      "You should get some rest too, and let her rest" the nurse edit. 
      "Right…" he left her side. "I will be back" and walked out through the door.
      The nurse sighed. "Are you for real?" She shook her head in disbelief. 
     She came in with a tray which contained some tools and materials, including an operation knife. 
      She was going to change the blood sack when Camila opened her eyes wide and out and removed the oxygen from her nose immediately.
The nurse shrieked. "Hey hey! What do you think you're doing? You haven't even recovered a —" her speech hung on the air when Camila got out of the bed and stood on her two legs. 
      "Bitch you talk too much" she snarled. 
     The nurse had her lips parted from bewilderment and her eyes wide opened. Was this whole thing a joke? It better be, because there was no way a fatal accident victim who literally died and got rescucitated would be getting better, even to the point of standing with her two legs under 24 hours of the accident! 
      She must had been on some strong drugs. The man must had gave her some strong drugs or something.
There had to be a reasonable explanation because she was getting mad. So she wasn't going to late her leave. She ran to the door.
     "No, you're not leaving her. I don't know what that man gave you but you have got to listen to me, please. You have to go back, you are on medication, please, for your own good" she pleaded with her. 
      Camila hissed, and looked at the tray. The sight of it gave her a reason to smile. The nurse gulped, fear stricken, but she still pinned strong at the door. Camila got the small edit and came back to her. "Get out of the way, misses" 
     She shook her head. "I'm sorry, but you're not going anywhere. Please" 
     Camila chucked. "I'm sorry too, bitch" she sliced the knife on her arm, she winced and fell down in pain.
    Camila let the blood stained knife fall off from her hand unto the floor with a clank and walked away, majestically, leaving the bleeding, shivering nurse.