Selena.
She needs to wake up. Sure, Selena didn't like her that much, but even she knew that she had to wake up. After all, she was the princess, and to be honest, they were all nothing without her. They all knew they owed her for keeping them in the news this long. For making their paychecks for them for the past four years.

Without her, Nick wouldn't have his rumors that he depended on oh, so much. He couldn't keep his social status without her. The press would lose interest, the fans would finally realize how boring he was, she's the one who kept him where he is for this long. No one ever said it, no one ever thanked her, but they all knew the random video shout-outs weren't for her sake or just because he's her best-friend. It was so that he could keep his dream alive. Selena knew he would give it all up for her, though. The music, the TV show, maybe even herself. He loves her too much to watch her fall. To watch her in a place like this.

Joe wouldn't be known if she didn't compete with him for the best microphone tricks on stage all those years ago on tour. Or if she didn't give him a hug in the middle of a feud. If she didn't give him someone famous to talk about – someone like her – he would still be unknown, insignificant, nothing.

Kein? Well, no one would know him if it weren't for the T-Shirt stunt. Joe and Nick could have survived without her, but Kevin didn't stand a chance. A part of her thinks she never quite forgave him for that, but then she remembers the fact that Miley forgives everyone. It doesn't matter how bad she gets hurt from it. But she needs to wake up so he can give her an apology, a real apology this time. The apology that she's been waiting for, the apology that was long overdue. The apology she deserves.

Then, as for Demi, she became famous out of Miley helping her put the pieces back together in her life. Everyone always told her that Demi was using her, that she didn't have a best-friend and Miley would just be a replacement until Selena came to her senses. Millions of people told her daily how Demi was simply using her and would come back to Selena the second she got what she wanted. That Demi would forgive Selena eventually, and the minute she did the Teen Queen would mean nothing in Disney's Circle of Friends. Even Selena herself told Miley that. She was pretty convincing when she went over there, too. She even went as far to say that Nick didn't love her, and God did that lie take talent.

Yet, even with all that talent, it didn't matter, because Miley didn't believe it. Selena didn't know why she trusted Demi so much, but she was glad she did. As much as she regretted the way it all played out, she was glad that Demi finally found someone to do all of the things she was terrified to try. Selena wasn't a risk taker, and she liked to follow the rules. Miley let loose, and while it hurt to watch her best-friend move on to someone new, she knew that Demi needed that. She needed someone to not care about the paparazzi or gossip sites, someone to finally give her confidence – something she had lost when she was eleven. More importantly, she had found a best-friend that she could be herself with.

Then, there was Nick. For the first time in her life, even Selena saw that he would always love her. They were going on six mounths without talking, but a twenty second phone call was all it took for him to interrupt their date without a second thought. To rush out of the diner and to the hospital was something Selena was almost positive that he would never do if it was the other way around. She didn't know how to Miley did it, but she made him fall and never taught him how to stand back up. She was pretty sure that one text message was all it would take for them to get back together. One little message.

Sitting in the hospital waiting room, holding onto Demi's hand as he wiped away tears – real tears – made it obvious that I wasn't his princess. That I never was. Nick didn't cry, ever, he always had a poker face. But this wasn't about Selena anymore, it was about her now. She might just be the only person he'd give up his games for, the only person he'll ever let all the way in.

And Selena? She needed her to wake up so that she won't lose her. Because yeah, maybe they don't like each other, but she never wanted anything like this to happen. She didn't want her in a coma. She's stop everything – the fighting, the competitions, everything for her to wake up again. She needs to wake up.

Demi.
This was all her fault. She knew what her best-friend was doing but did nothing to stop it. She should have done something. Sure, she tried to get her to stop, but she wouldn't listen. She shouldn't have gave up, she should have kept trying, she should have spoke louder... She should have told Nick.

When she saw the red cuts covering her arms she should have automatically ran to Nick when she refused to stop. He would have easily convinced her that she had to. He never turned down an opportunity to save her, after all. He couldn't see her with those stupid tears rolling down her face.

Maybe that's the thing that stopped her from saying anything. The way her eyes looked so scared, so lost, Miley was always the strong one. She was always the leader, and the leader wasn't supposed to get lost. That made her terrified. She was afraid to do anything seeing Miley like that, Miley couldn't get lost, she just couldn't, because if she got lost it wouldn't take much time before everyone else was too.

She glanced over to Selena, knowing that even she didn't know which direction she was going anymore. As much as she wanted to say she didn't care, Demi knew here better than that, and if she didn't care, she wouldn't be here. She could still get the camerashes attention. She would go inform the press and act like it was all no big deal if she didn't care, but she wasn't doing this. Instead she was sitting here with everyone else, praying that it would all be okay because she needed her to wake up just as much as everybody else did.

Well, maybe not everyone. There was one person that beat us all when it came to the desperate pleas for her to wake up. She looked beside her, almost crying herself when she saw how torn up everyone was. Seeing him break down, seeing everyone holding hands, having it not matter who like who or the feuds that were going on, all of them wanting one thing. It killed me to know that I could have stopped all this.

Nick closed his eyes and she knew he was trying to escape it all. It didn't matter how often they talked, the point was that they would always be in love, whether Selena liked it or not. Then again, I'm pretty sure she got the hind now. Nick would always love Selena's attention, Selena's comfort, maybe even Selena herself, but none of that would ever matter, because he would always love her more.

"Where's Liam?" he grumbled. I knew everyone heard the question that was directed only to me.

"Australia."

"I thought he lived here, now, dammit!" he hissed, grabbing the arms of the chair until his knuckles turned white. "He's supposed to be here for her."

The doctor's all said she should be waking up soon. They all said that the blood loss caused anemia which triggered the coma, but that she should be up soon. They told them not to get their hopes up with that much blood loss, but I knew that enough happened in the past four years for her to be fine. She couldn't let it all go now.

"She lost a lot of blood," her told us. "If she would have gotten here thirty seconds later I wouldn't be coming out with this news. It'd be quite the opposite. Thirty seconds and she would have been permanently handicapped. You guys got lucky."

Demi held back the fury inside. They got lucky? That was bullshit, because if they had gotten lucky, they wouldn't be here. If they were luck she would have had the chance to say something before they all ended up sitting here.

"Thank you," Tish whispered quietly, letting him leave.

"I knew," she spoke up to Nick. But once again, everyone else hear, their faces all falling at the truth. She couldn't hold it in any longer, though. The guilt was killing her.

"I knew too," he replied, shaking his head a little.

"How?" She looked up at him and out of the corner of her eye she knew everyone else was waiting for this answer too.

He almost let out a smile at first. If he wasn't here for her, sitting in a hospital waiting room, she knew that he would have smiled. "We know each other and I didn't need to talk to her to know something was wrong." He sighed, obviously wishing the same things Demi had been wishing the past few hours. He should have spoken up. "I didn't think she would need me. I figured she had you."

"I-I tried," she quivered. "I just... It was like she didn't even hear me."

"I knew too," Brandi admitted next, not looking up to face her mother's eyes. "I saw her once. She was messing with the blade and I knew exactly what she was doing, I just didn't want to believe it."

"I told her to stop," Trace was next in the circle of confessions, and somehow Demi knew that they had all grown a little closer while they were here together. It was sad that it took up to these circumstances for it to finally happen, though. "But, you know Miley. She doesn't listen to many people."

"We all knew," Tish stated, still composed, still holding herself together. "Maybe we didn't know exactly what was going on and that she was cutting, but we all noticed a change."

"Is she going to be okay?" Noah asked. She was older than she was when they all first moved to Hollywood, and she was more mature than any eleven year old should be, but when it all came down to it, she was still just eleven. She didn't understand it all.

Tish shook her head. She was trying to be strong, but she didn't know the answers either.

"When she wakes up," Nick started slowly, thinking over each word he said carefully, "I think we should take her out of the fame for awhile."

"But she loves it," Selena spoke up, and for the first time everyone agreed with her. Was that really right of them? To take away her fame without consulting her about it... Was that really okay?"

Nick's face looked dead, lifeless. He motioned to the waiting room with his hand, making everyone realize again where they were. As if they could forget. "Obviously not enough."

Her mom looked at him, considering the idea. "You really think it's a good idea to protect her? This is her entire life, Nick."

"She felt trapped the first time. You know her, she always feels obligated to put everyone else first and hold all of her problems in. This was the consequence," he explained. And not a single person in the room spoke up. It all made sense. "I wouldn't give her the chance to get a second shot. Because what if Demi doesn't walk in? Thirty seconds later..."

They all knew the rest of that sentence. Thirty seconds later and she would have been dead. And now that Demi knew that everyone had a pretty good idea what she was doing it helped a little, but it still didn't matter. There was still that little voice in the back of her head that knew the truth and would never let her forget it. This was all her fault.

Nick.
He wanted to know why. He wanted to know why, and he wanted to know it now. Everyone else said it was because of the fame. He called that excuse bullshit. He wouldn't say it out loud, but this was Miley they were all talking about. She could handle a few camera men. No doubt, they may have been a part of it, but it wasn't all of it. There had to be another reason.

It was hard to say that he thought she should give up her dream, but it was what seemed best. She needed a break from everyone. Whatever caused this, she needed to get away from it. He was already thinking of places. Tennessee? First place they'd look. London? Too cliché, in all the stories. Texas? That one was almost as obvious as Tennessee. How many people had moved there from Hollywood in the past year? Two thirds of the Disney Princess's came from there, after all.

Suddenly he froze, thinking of the perfect spot. It was obvious, but unheard of by now. No one would check there. He bit his lip, approving of the place. New Jersey. Where he came from. He would go back home and bring her with him. Because there were two things definite. One, Miley needed to get out there. Two, he had to go with her. He'd already failed her once by letting everything get far, he couldn't do it again. It might sound self-righteous, but he knew that she needed him.

Demi teared up and Nick had a feeling she was imagining it all again. He didn't even want to picture it, her blood lying on the bathroom floor, walking in to see her dead. He didn't know what he would have done, but Demi seemed to have handled it well. Thirty seconds later or she wouldn't be here. Or if she was she'd be handicapped in some way.

Maybe it was Liam. Maybe he was pushing her too far, maybe he wasn't that perfect boyfriend that he liked to display to the media. But even Nick knew that wasn't true. That rumor would get around to him real fast. He sighed, looking around the waiting room.

He knew that Billy Ray was in Tennessee, but he hoped he got here soon. No one knew how to make a room feel okay as well as her dad did. They were all depressed, and right now, as annoying as her dad's inspirational talks could be sometimes, they all needed one. None of them could hold it together much longer.

Nick became alert as the doctor came back, a wide smile on his face. That could only mean one thing.

"She's awake," he told them all.

Nick's grin became wide as he squeezed Demi's hand, holding her into a hug. She was awake, she would be okay. She'd be fine. After two days of waiting she would be just fine. She'd be great. Everything would turn back to normal.

"Nick, you can go first," her brother told him as her mom stood up to go with him, following the hospital's strict orders of two visitors at a time.

He nodded, going to the room and opening the door. He gulped seeing her. Even in a hospital gown she looked beautiful. His eyes trailed her before catching sight of the bandages. He froze for a second, remembering that waking up was only step one. She still wasn't okay. Not emotionally, at least. She had just attempted suicide.

He thought back to a little over four years ago to the day the met and couldn't believe it. He remembered how he thought she was the happiest girl. She would laugh at everything and would always smile. When they broke up she'd grown up a little, faced reality a little more, but she was still the happiest fifteen year old alive. He wanted to know where she went wrong and how he didn't see it. He wanted to know why she didn't come find him.

"Don't ever do that again, Miles, do you understand me?" her mom stepped forward as Nick stayed by the door. Miley nodded a little, but didn't make eye contact with her mom. She looked down for a few seconds before looking away from her mom. Her eyes flickered to Nick for a split second, and while he hadn't seen her months, that second is all he needed to see to know something was wrong. Something more than Hollywood. Something she was trying to keep in. "I love you too much to lose you."

Miley looked down again, fumbling with her fingers. "I want to talk to Nick."

He looked up surprised, not knowing how to react to her requesting his name. Her mom looked hurt but brushed it off quickly as she forced a tearfilled smile to them both, stepping out of the door.

"Go home," she told him once her mom was gone.

Nick came over, sitting on the edge of her bed, finally having the guts to say what should have been said back in Tybee. "No."

"What?"

"No," he repeated firmly.

Miley crossed her arms, a wave of anger flashing on her features. She laid down, turning away from the world again, shutting everyone out. He wished she could see how much they were all depending on her to wake up, though. She was always the strong one, they needed her. Because life didn't go on without her. Sure, it could, but their smiles would always be a little weaker, the spark in their eye a little dimmer, and a piece of their hearts incomplete. And that wasn't something any of them wanted to live with.

That all changed now that her smile was gone. Then again, now that the spark in her eyes had completely vanished. Now that her heart seemed not only broken, but too far protected to fix.

Nick sighed, looking her over. He wanted to know why.

so, the whole divorce thing really gave me inspiration for this one. I'm not sure if it's a oneshot or a story yet. what do you think? If it is a story Wake Up Calls would go on a potential Hiatus, or updates would just be slower (if that's possible.). so, basically, oneshot or story? :)

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