All Chapters of 60 Days : Chapter 41 - Chapter 44

 Beep! Beep! Beep! I groan as I stretch my hand to turn off the damn alarm.  Time to go to work.  I turn to the opposite side of the bed and it breaks my heart that it's the first night in tenths of nights not waking up to Ramon by my side since we entered a relationship.  Well, except the two nights I spent in jail. If he was here, I would have woken up to scrumptious breakfast in bed or some sizzling morning glory.  I had gotten used to this... To him...  And now this is my punishment. I drag myself out of bed and shamble to the shower. And as the water streams down my skin, I reminisce on our steamy sex in the shower. His touch. His body. Ugh!  I miss that jerk already. 

 The sun is almost setting.  Riana is plopped up on my bed, texting on her phone. That must be Warren she's texting. You can tell by the wide grin on her face. Ugh! I'm so jealous! "Riana!" I yell. She looks up at me, her cheeks flushed. "What? Why are you yelling?" "I've called you a million times!" I grumble. "By a million, you mean once," she scoffs. "You're so good at math." "Yea. And I'm also good in English and that's called figure of speech."  She puts away her phone and growls. "What do you want?"  "How does this dress look on me?" I ask her, turning to the mirror.  It's a white lacy dress with shrills at the bottom.  "Nope!" she shakes her head.  I growl. "Now what will I wear!" 

 I have been beside Ramon on the hospital bed.  I've cried my eyes out the entire night, praying for him to just wake up... Wake up and talk to me and assure me that this is all just a bad bad nightmare and we should both wake up from it. The doctors said it's just a wound on his stomach and he'll recover from it for sure. But if he will, why hasn't he opened his eyes yet? Why is he sleeping so quietly on the bed like a corpse.  I want him to fucking wake up!  I am tired from weeping and watching him the entire night.  I start to doze off when someone opens the door. I turn back to see two nurses walk inside the room. One of them is startled to see me here. "You're still here?" she asks in total surprise. "You didn't go back home last night?" I shake my head. "I couldn't." 

 "Camilla! Up!"  Ramon wakes me up.  I've not left his side since he woke up yesterday. We've been talking, laughing, eating, dozing. And now I don't know why the hell he's waking me up past midnight.  "What?"  "Queen, we have to go!"  "What!"  He gets off the bed and winces, holding his stomach. He starts plucking out the tubes from his hands and gets off the bed.  "We are going! I'm not spending another minute in here!"  "But you've not recovered completely..."  He shrugs. "It's just a minor wound. It will heal."  He reaches for a suitcase under the bed. He seems to be in pain when he places the suitcase on the bed. Inside, he takes out a simple grey T-shirt and a pair of black pants. He takes off the hospital go