Cam just watched as Rara vaulted into his bedroom. "Where were you? Do we need to set you up with an alibi? Just dance until one am?" He asked as he smiled at her. Waiting patiently for an answer as he looked around for his phone. "Still have my phone?" He sighed as he thought about Lizzie's text. "Better yet. I'm switching over to the burner. Toss it for me?" He says as he just laid his head on his pillow with a heavy sigh, hiding the tear that rolled down his face. His breathing hitched in his throat as he closed his eyes and attempted to sleep.<br/><br/>He began to dose off, mumbling about wishing to just be done with everything. Shaking violently in his sleep as he had a nightmare, jerking himself away as he fell off of his bed onto his surgery wound. Crying out in pure agony. He glanced around for Rara hoping she was still there in the dark. Cam limped his way downstairs. "Think it's better I sleep on the couch. Probably a lot safer there.