Camilla’s eyes widened. “Oh hell no.”

If they were to go to the hospital, the whole act would fall apart. There would be no injuries to treat, no bruises to examine. Her flawless performance would be ruined.

Camilla’s mind raced as she thought of a way out, an idea.

Suddenly she let out a soft whimper, shifting slightly in his arms. “Cyrus….I don’t like hospitals,” she whispered, making sure her voice wavered enough to sound fragile. “They make me anxious.”

Cyrus paused and turned his head to look at her.

“Don’t you always go to the hospital?”

“Gosh,” Camilla bit her lips, cursing in her mind.

“I go for a...