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A/N: Hey guys, sorry for the delay! The next chapter should be up in about a week or two. R&R!

Miley's POV

I ran up to the information desk at the hospital and got the attention of a nurse nearby.

"Can you tell me what room Nick Grey is in?" I asked, out of breath from running so much. She looked at me, saw my face, and looked down at her computer.

"He's in room 325 on the 3rd floor," she replied after a few minutes of looking for the information. I flashed a quick, painful smile as I rushed off to the elevator at the other end of the hallway. I pressed the up button and waited impatiently as I waited for the elevator to arrive. Once the doors opened, I quickly walked inside and pressed the button for floor 3. I groaned as I heard the tacky music flow from the elevator speakers. Great, my boyfriend is in the hospital, and now I have to listen to this pathetic excuse of a song. The elevator reached floor 3 and the doors slid open. I walked down the corridor until I reached room 325. I stood in front of it, debating whether to go in or not. I took a deep breath and grabbed the silver doorknob. I twisted it slowly and pushed the wood door open. I breathed in the stiff, sterile air that smelled like medication and… Axe? Ok… weird. I looked to the hospital bed and saw Nick with his eyes closed. He was extremely pale and his normally curly was matted with blood. He had several machines attached to him. I felt a tear slide down my cheek as I took in the sight before me. His chest rose and fell with each breath he took. I heard the door open and close behind me. I looked back and saw Joe. Well, this wasn't awkward at all. Not. I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair as I sat down on a chair next to Nick's bed. Joe sat on the opposite side and looked down at the floor.

"Miley…," Joe whispered, looking at me with tears in his eyes. I looked into his eyes and saw a mixture of sadness and relief.

"Yeah Joe?" I replied, feeling a little uncomfortable. I hadn't talked to Joe since we had broken up, which was a few months ago. (A/N: I don't remember how long ago they broke up, so sorry if it's wrong).

"Do you think he'll be okay?" he asked. I knew he was talking about Nick. I sighed again and looked down at Nick. I shook my head and grabbed Nick's hand. It was hard and cold, unlike his usually soft and warm flesh. I rubbed my thumb along the top of his hand and let a tear drip onto it.

"I honestly don't know Joe. But I hope he'll be okay," I answered, standing up and walking over to Joe. I leaned down and gave him a friendly hug. I could tell he was surprised, but he soon hugged back. I pulled away and looked at him, giving him a small smile which he returned with a smile of his own. He opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by the sound of the door being opened. We both looked towards it, waiting to see who was coming in. The door opened to reveal a doctor with a chart in his hand. She smiled warmly at us and walked over to Nick's bed. He checked everything and frowned at something. His eyes widened and looked at us.

"Um… I'm afraid you have to leave the room. There seems to be something wrong with Nick's heart rate," the doctor said, looking a little worried. Joe nodded and stood up. He grabbed my hand and pulled me up, but let go as soon as my feet were planted firmly on the ground. I followed him out the door and to a vending machine. Thank goodness, I was starving. I got out some money and put it in the machine, pressing the combination of a number and a letter for the choice she wanted. The machine whirred as the bag of chips she'd wanted fell. She reached into the machine and grabbed the bag, opening it and greedily taking one of the salty covered chips. She popped it into her mouth, enjoying the taste of it. She finished the snack and threw the empty bag into the trash can nearby. I looked around and noticed Joe was gone. I shrugged my shoulders and sat down in one of the uncomfortable plastic chairs in the waiting room. I looked down at my hands and started biting my nails until they were bleeding. I wiped my hands on my jeans and rested my head against the back of the chair. Joe walked into the waiting room and sat down in the chair next to me. I looked over at him as he stuffed his hands into his pockets.

"Where's Kevin?" I asked, curious. He looked over at me and shrugged. He looked away from me and started tapping his foot impatiently. The doctor came out of Nick's room and over to us. He looked a little worried still.

"Well, I got Nick stable again, but we have no idea when and if he will wake up. I'm sorry," he explained with a sorrowful look on his face. I looked up at him with tears running down my face. I asked him if we could see him and he nodded. I walked into Nick's room and sat down in the chair I had occupied earlier. Joe was still outside, talking to the doctor. I rested my head again Nick's chest, hearing the sound of his heartbeat. I squeezed my eyes shut, slowly drifting off into sleep.

The next morning, I woke up to the sound of hushed voices. They were arguing over something.

"Shut up! Can't you see she's asleep?" a familiar voice whisper-yelled.

"Look who's talking Mr. Loud!" another voice replied.

"Mr. Loud? Is that the best thing you could come up with?" the person snorted in laughter. I groaned, sitting up and covering my eyes from the harsh sunlight that was leaking in through the curtains. I looked up and glared at the source of the sound. That's when I recognized them. It was…

A/N: Sorry, not a very big cliffhanger. Hope you guys like it! R&R!!!