Cameron froze. He abruptly understood. He quickly dropped the shirt back in place, covering the chest, arm, and upper body before him. The individual before him was not a boy. It was a girl. Cameron’s brain sped in circles, and his heart was beating faster. Why did she look so familiar then? This was a girl, not a boy, a girl. Suddenly, Cameron had a name to go with the face.
Sophia knew the moment he knew. Everything around her froze, and Cameron stopped talking. And then the shirt covered her chest again. It covered her arm too. Sophia did not know if she could even open her eyes to look at him. She felt so exhausted she could not move her head or arm anymore. It still lay over her bosom. It was over. Cameron had figured out she was not a boy. And it was not long before he worked out who she was too.
“Sophia?” It had only taken a minute. Cameron could not believe it. But it had to be her. That is why her face was so familiar. Sophia. The first girl who made him interested enough to wonder. It was her. She was here inside his house, so sick and so damaged. But she was here in flesh and blood. Cameron still had time to save her. He touched her face. It felt as if it were porcelain. Sophia’s skin was so cool.
“Sophia, I will not hurt you. Please open your eyes.” He whispered.
Sophia obeyed with significant effort. It had grown dim in the room, and Cameron was further away. She tried to open her mouth but only made a crack. She tried to say “please” but only a whispering sound came out. Cameron’s heart ached. Sophia was so sick. He knew time was short. Cameron had to get her on fluids and antibiotics now, or it would be too late. Sophia was dyin
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