A/n- How would you guys feel if I made a "Total Drama One Shots" book? Cause I'm actually working on the first few chapters right now!! :)

Lol, this is gonna be a REALLY short chapter compared to the other ones.

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Cameras are on

Heather had been released from the "hospital" two days later. But she immediately went into the cabin to lay in bed. And Alejandro had done the same.

They had isolated themselves for a while week, until Alejandro decided that enough was enough. Staying in bed all the time and not talking to anyone wasn't going to help their situation at all.

"I'm going to go get breakfast," he said, getting out of bed. "Wanna come?" His fiancé gave him a questioning look, then shook her head, burying herself further under the covers.

The Spaniard frowned worriedly, but decided not to push her any further. He got dressed and walked over to the dining hall.

Everyone went silent the moment he opened the door and took a seat at an empty table.

"Where's Heather?" Some whispered amongst themselves.

"She's still in bed," he answered, much to their surprise. "She's not ready to come out yet, so could you guys please respect that?"

Everyone just nodded, slowly going back to what they were talking about. Alejandro took one bite of his granola bar, and saw someone sit across from him out if he corner of his eye. It was Zoey. He let out a deep sigh.

"...Yes?"

"I just..." She paused. "How are you guys? I mean-that was a dumb question! Of course you aren't fine. But I mean-"

"We're getting there," he answered simply. "Heather's just a little..." he swallowed. "She's still...really upset." Alejandro didn't want to give too many details, because she wasn't in their cabin. It was already bad enough that Sierra, Cody, Noah, Owen, Lindsay, and (especially) José already knew just how bad off they were.

For one, Heather would wake up in the middle of the night, crying her eyes out and occasionally waking some of their cabin mates up. They understood, though. Secondly, Heather hardly ever spoke.

At all.

The closest she's come to speaking was when she cried. Alejandro would silently sing her back to sleep in his arms and she would calm down. But it would all started again the next day.

He would wake up and see her tearstained face, which only reminded him how much she cried the night before, and she never smiled, even when he tried to cheer her up with a lighthearted joke.

And she had that empty look in her eyes. That broken look. A look he had never seen on Heather's face before. It was as if she had seen something that completely traumatized her. Something that scarred her for life.

Alejandro would do anything. Anything at all to make her pain go away. But how could he if she never talked to him?

And the worst part of it all, was that they became so distant. Every time he tried to cuddle Heather in bed, she would just push his arm off of her and turn the other way.

He felt more alone than ever. Could she not see that he was hurting too?

"Oh," Zoey replied quietly to his answer. "Well...I hope she feels better soon."

Me too.

The challenge of the day was to rock wall climb, in which team 5 won. Since Alejandro couldn't participate, he watched. And having Svetlana on their team was a really unfair advantage in his opinion.

Slowly, Alejandro found himself smiling again. Talking to Mike and Zoey really helped, and even listening to Duncan tell his totally-not-scary horror stories that night cheered him up as well. He had tried to convince Heather to join them, but she refused every time.

Cameras are off

When they day was over, Alejandro laid down in bed, sighing to himself. Heather was in the shower at the moment, and everyone else was still sitting by the bonfire, roasting marshmallows.

He tried to sleep, but couldn't. He tossed and turned, and even tried humming to himself, but nothing worked. An hour had passed, and Heather was still in the shower. He knew she usually took long showers, but not this long. He was seriously considering getting up to go check on her, even if he wasn't allowed in the women's restroom.

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Heather felr the hot shower water rush down her back as she shampooed her long hair. She found herself staring into space and continued to scrub at her scalp, enjoying the sensation.

Every night.

It happened every night.

The little girl had taken over her dreams, now. All the scenes were different, but she died the same way in every single one of them.

It was always a pink flower.

A damned flower.

And somehow, she was always fooled and thought it was real.

She could feel it.

She could feel everything in those dreams. She could feel her own daughter's pain as she faded away.

She could also hear.

She could hear the horrific screams and cries for help. Even during the day.

And they drove her insane.

Heather dunked her head under the water and let it rinse out her soapy hair. Maybe I'll come back out and everything will disappear. I won't remember anything. The cries, the screams, the pain...none of it would have ever happened.

But of course, that was wishful thinking.

Her eyes burned with fresh tears. She was surprised she could still cry. She watched as the teardrops mixed in with the shower water and went down the drain.

Then she leaned against the wall, her shoulders shaking like crazy. Her breathing was out of control and she felt like she couldn't stop.

"Mommy...HELP ME!"

"SAVE ME!"

"Don't let me go!"

"AHHHH!!!!" She screamed, sinking down and hugging herself with her knees.

"Mommy, look at this!"

"Mommy!"

"Mommy!"

"Mommy!"

"No no no..." she shook her head, covering her ears. "No, stop! Please...stop!"

This was all my fault.

I let her go.

I shouldn't have let her go!

She was mine!

My baby!

MINE!

Heather rocked herself back and forth in a desperate attempt to comfort herself.

She was supposed to be mine.

Just then, she heard the open and close, and footsteps filled the room. She covered her mouth with one hand and held her breath.

The footsteps seemed to be slow and uncertain, as if they were looking for someone. They stopped right at her shower curtain. Her heart sped up and she prayed that it wasn't Courtney or Gwen. That's when she heard his voice.

"...Heather?"

Now she could breathe. But she cried even harder than before. Something about Alejandro just made her want to be vulnerable.

Her fiancé immediately opened the curtain and gasped lightly when he saw her right before him on the shower floor, falling to pieces.

His face fell, and he got into the water, not caring if his clothes got soaked. He bent down and gathered her in his arms, rubbing small circles on her back. "It's ok, mi amor. I'm right here."

Heather buried her head into his now soaking wet chest, and shook wildly as she continued to sob. "I know it hurts..." he whispered, tenderly kissing her bare shoulder.

Alejandro tried his best not to start crying as well. Every time he heard Heather cry, it made him upset beyond belief. and their situation didn't help much either.

He sat there with Heather for about ten more minutes, then decided to get up and turn the shower off. "Come on," he said gently. "Let's get you dried off and ready for bed."

Alejandro used the towel hanging over the curtains to dry her body off, and even blow dried her hair for her while brushing it at the same time. Then he waited for her to get dressed.

"Ready?" He asked once she was in her pajamas. She nodded, following him out of the communal bathrooms. By now, there was no one out by the campfire.

All Heather wanted to do was sleep. She fell back into their shared bunk and made herself as comfortable as possible. Alejandro didn't dare to touch her, for he knew exactly what would happen.

Another hour passed, which then became two hours. And Alejandro was still not asleep. He hated how Heather would let him hold and comfort her when she was crying. But when she wasn't, she would just push him away.

He wondered how long it would be until he could feel close to her again.