(Oliver's POV)

This beeping is going to drive me fucking mental. Deep down, I know it's a good thing. Each beep tells me that she's still alive. That despite the fact that she hasn't moved or opened her eyes in three days, she's still here with me. That beep is my only fucking hope right now.

I've been sitting in this shitty excuse for a chair by her bedside since we got here, only taking my eyes off her long enough to use the restroom, and even then I made sure all my best guards were by her side.

"You need to go have a cigarette," Freya scoffs at me.

I don't even spare her a glance, instead keeping all of my attention on Camden's tiny hand in both of mine. I rub my thumb lightly over the bundle of tubes taped to her skin.

"Cam hates when I smoke," I mumble.

"She's not exactly conscious enough to get mad at you about it," she laughs at me as she leans against the room's door.

Her expression softens when she looks down at the anger on my face.

"She'll be okay for five minutes, Oliver. I'll be right here with her. You need some time for yourself, a moment to just...breath," she adds on tenderly.

I suppose she's right. I haven't showered since we ended up here and it would be nice to have a comfortable change of clothes for myself and Camden when she wakes up. I stand up with a reluctant nod to Freya and stretch my limbs.

"I'll be just an hour. I'm going to shower and change and I'll be right back. Call me immediately if anything changes. You're responsible for her. If a single hair on her head is out of place, your ass is on the line for it."

Freya straightens herself out and stands tall despite her tiny frame. I'm still pissed at her for letting Camden get drunk the other night, but I trust her more than anyone else to keep her safe. Despite Freya's quick temper and "fuck the world" attitude, she seems to have grown attached to my best friend and I know she'll protect her with her life.

Camden seems to have a knack for attracting even the most disagreeable people to her like moths to flames and wrapping them around her finger, myself included.

"Yes sir," she agrees.

"And don't think I forgot about the last time you were charged to keep an eye on her. We'll discuss that when she wakes up," I call back to her as I walk down the hallway.

"Asshole," I hear her mutter.

I simply smirk at the term of endearment. It's the first time there's been anything other than a scowl on my face in three days. The drive back to my house takes entirely too long and I start to grow anxious. With each car that passes, seemingly slowing down to scrutinize me, my paranoia increases ten fold.

I sprint into my house and straight up the stairs to the shower, stripping my clothes off as I go. I don't even allow myself to enjoy the shower like I normally would. Typically the hot water pounding into my back would put me at ease and help me relax after a stressful day, but it's doing nothing to calm my nerves now.

I'm dried and dressed in record time. I contemplate bringing a suit with me just in case, but I settle on just the sweatpants and t-shirt I have on and a similar outfit that hopefully fits Camden. If Freya makes a single comment about my appearance, I swear I'll lose my shit.

As I speed off towards the hospital, speed limits be damned, my phone buzzes in my lap and Freya's name pops up on the screen.

"Yeah," I answer bluntly.

"Are you on your way back yet?"

There's a nervous edge in her voice that instantly sends my anxiety through the roof. My heart starts trying to pound its way through my chest as I imagine all sorts of things that could have gone wrong in the short time that I've been away from Camden.

"What the fuck did you do, Freya?"

"Nothing, I swear! It's just... Joe and Morgan are here and I don't know what to do."

"Fuck."

I forgot Camden's parents were due to come back any day now. Someone at the office had to have told them what happened. I was at least hoping I would have Camden out of the hospital and resting in her own bed before they found out.

I'm royally fucked.

I tried not making a habit of fearing anyone- it would only get me and my team killed- but Camden's father absolutely terrified me. I don't know if it's because he's the father of the girl I love and I'm scared that I don't live up to his standards or if it's because he's my former boss and I've seen him kill countless men without batting an eyelash.

Either way, pulling up to the hospital had me afraid for my own life.