I nod my head and smile. “Good. I’ll see you in about two hours then.”
His head shifts to me. “Why?”
“Well, I can’t skip my next class because we have a quiz today, and I need time to get my emergency sick pack from my dorm room,” I state.
Cam doesn’t answer until we’re in front of the Liberal Arts building.
“You don’t have to take care of me, Kamila. I appreciate it but I don’t want to get you sick. And besides, I’m an adult and it’s just a cold. I’m sure it’ll be gone tomo—” Another loud sneeze.
“Yeah, I’m going to ignore everything you just said.” Stuffing my arm into my large bag, I scramble for the ibuprofen I usually use for cramps and give him the entire bottle. “Here. Eat a snack when you get back to your room, and take two of these. Once I get there, I’ll check your temperature because, unlike you, I own a thermometer.”
He yanks the medicine from my hand. “Thanks.”
“You’re still bitchy when you get sick, that hasn’t changed,” I say with narrowed eyes, remembering the few times he got sick in high school.
He scoffs. “Everyone’s bitchy when they’re sick.”
I purse my lips and raise my brows at him.
“Whatever.” He heads for the door.
“That’s what I’m talking about. I’m also skipping a class for you, asshole. So I’d be nicer to me if I were you. I’ll see you later,” I say loudly and turn.
“Why?” Cam asks from behind.
Spinning around, confused because I already told him why I’m going over, he specifies.
“Why are you doing all of this?”
Smiling, wondering why he even has to ask, I reply, “It’s what friends do.”
He grins and nods once before disappearing past the front doors.
Chapter Thirty-Five
KAMILA
Three hours later, I’m in Cameron’s dorm with a bag of supplies in each hand. Luckily, I’m free of all work and social things today. Even so, I debated dropping the stuff off and leaving, fearing that this would make it seem like something it’s not. Then I remembered all the times Em, Levi, Jake, and I have taken care of each other while sick. Meaning that I’d do this for any other friend of mine, so why should I treat him any differently?
After the third time I knock, Cam opens the door looking half asleep in a t-shirt and sweatpants.
“Move, Kahlo.” I lightly shove him out of the way and hear him mumble a curse in annoyance. I bite the inside of my cheek, trying not to laugh. His room is still pretty neat for a guy who’s sick.
“You really came,” he says surprised and lies down on the bed.
“I wouldn’t lie about something like that to a friend.” I wink at him while taking out my supplies.
His mouth twitches, and I know his bitchy side is fighting with his likable one.
“Do you usually take care of your friends like this?”
“Yep. Always have when it comes to friends and family. It’s not something I talk about often, but I like making people feel better.” Quickly glancing his way, I notice he’s paying very close attention to what I’m saying. “I think I would’ve made a decent doctor if I didn’t hate blood and science so much. So here I am, studying public relations.”
“I remember you taking care of your mom whenever she got sick, although the details are a little fuzzy.”
“Yeah, ‘cause Ana wasn’t around, and you were with her,” I mumble.
“What was that?” he asks.
