Chapter 52

Camila was bright red as Prescott carried her out of the bathroom. She wanted to vanish into thin air-her cheeks burned, and her eyes were misty with embarrassment. Thinking about Prescott's gentle... assistance just now, she could barely keep her face from turning into a tomato. Honestly, if there'd been a hole in the ground, she would've crawled right in without a second thought. She had never been this mortified in her entire life. "You're a patient right now. Try acting like one," Prescott said as he carefully laid her back on the bed. The way she looked-completely defeated and flushed-made him smirk a little, dark eyes twinkling with mischief. "You're so weak right now, I bet it'll take days before you're back to normal. Better get used to it." Get used to it? Oh no no no-was he seriously planning on carrying her to the bathroom every time? "We're not there yet, alright? I'm not even your girlfriend! Even if I was, you can't just-" She quickly tried to protest. "Camila, do I need