Faking his injuries

Camille's POV 

The blade of the knife pressed against my neck. My body rippled in fear.  

Shit.  

You're doomed now, Camille.  

"Give me the phone," Alan ordered behind me, releasing his hold on my hair and yanking my phone out of my shaky hands.  

"Alan, you need to calm down," I whispered, unable to hide the trembling in my voice.  

I hadn't known he was faking his injuries. That meant the hospital was in on this. Or that the doctor in charge was at least.  

Alan hauled my phone at the wall directly in front of me and I screamed watching it shatter.  

"You maniac!" 

"Shut the hell up!" He spat, pressing the blade against my skin until I was pretty sure it had nicked me.