Austin & Ally: Fears and Fatalities

by butraura

Austin comes up with a great idea for a song - escaping fears. But when Austin and Ally are bombarded by situations challenging their fears, one after the other, they begin to lose hope in themselves. Will they ever escape their fears? *Note: All characters are those of 'Kevin and Heath Productions' and Disney.* *All lyrics are mine* *No copyright infringement intended* *Auslly*

4. Chapter 4

ALLY'S POINT OF VIEW

It's so quiet. And dark. I can't tell if I'm awake or if I'm dreaming. But I'm happy. And scared.

My vision gradually becomes clearer and I'm watching clouds. Hey, a moose.

Why am I watching clouds? Why aren't I writing that song with Austin in the practise room? Wasn't I doing that? What happened?

Then I remember – I was practising with Austin. I remember that I played for him the lyrics I had. I remember that he liked them. Then I was cold. He was scared. I was scared. Then I was here.

Am I alive?

Of course you're alive, Ally, I think to myself. Well, good. But really, what am I doing here?

Chasing my fears is one thing, and letting them go is beyond me. I don't have a clue where to start, but, I know I'll be fine if you're with me.

AUSTIN'S POINT OF VIEW

6 AM. They're still doing tests. I'm so scared. I'm rigid and anxious.

Abruptly, I stand up and run outside for fresh air. I don't know how long I'm there, but I know I feel a little better.

A little while later, Dez comes outside to find me laying in the grass surrounding the building. He sits down beside me but doesn't look at me. "I'm scared, too," he says quietly. I look up at him. He continues, "she's my friend, too, Austin. I'm surprised you kept your head for this long. You should rest."

"I'm not sleeping until I know Ally's okay," I say sternly.

He nods. He looks up at the purple clouds evading the sunrise. We sit there, in silence for a good 45 minutes. I think I might have dozed off for a few of them, but I don't remember.

I hate the saying "You never know what you got until it's gone." I hate it because it's never not relevant. You appreciate something 1000 times more once it's gone. I hate that I didn't appreciate Ally enough.

Suddenly Trish comes barging out the doors. "Guys, c'mon, the doctors here!" she yells. I'm up and inside before I even realize it. Dez, Trish and I run in and find Mr. Dawson standing by the vending machines. He looks exhausted.

"Mr. Dawson!" Trish exclaimed. "Have they said anything yet?"

"No," he replies. "I told him to wait for you."

I nod, thankful.

We're waiting for the doctor or nurse or receptionist to come inform us of Ally's situation for what seems like forever. According to Dez it was only 4 minutes before the doctor, Dr. Holden, came.

He approached us and said quietly, "Ally's condition isn't one we experience on a regular basis. That's why it took us a while to examine, understand and diagnose."

I suck in my breath.

"She has to undergo surgery to help fix the problem, and because of this will have to be put in to a medically-induced coma for an extensive period of time," he says.

"How long?" I ask.

"Just long enough to go through the surgery and give her a suitable amount of recovery time. Recovery could be as little as a few days to as long as a couple months. Every case is different."

I turn and leave. I can't listen to this anymore.

I find myself back in Sonic Boom, sitting there wrapped in the blanket Ally was wearing. I sit there, legs crossed, in the corner, waiting to wake up from this nightmare.