Chapter 393 : Coming Home

Camilla

"He’s okay," my mom said, coming out of a nearby room. I sat up quickly.

"What?" I demanded. I felt relieved and furious at her for not letting me see him.

"Yes, he’s in with the doctor, let me take you to him," she offered.

I narrowed my eyes on her.

"Take me to him now," I demanded through my teeth. She gave me an apologetic look and nodded for me to follow her. I walked back with her to the doctor’s office.

Michael sat shirtless on the table with a bandage around his arm and shoulder. His arm was put into a sling but otherwise, he looked unscathed.

"Oh my god, Michael!" I screamed. I pushed away from my mom who disappeared back out the door, and I ran to him. I was careful not to hit his arm but I wrapped myself around him as best as I could.

"Hi sweetie, I’m so glad you're here," he cooed, kissing me.

Then I narrowed my eyes and punched him in his good shoulder.

"Ouch," he laughed, "what was that for?"