Chapter 10:

The next day, Mitchie slowly walked to Shane's room. She knocked on the door and Jason answered it.

"Come on in." he said.

Mitchie walked in and saw Tess in her usual spot. She rolled her eyes and sat down next to Jason.

"Where's Nate?" Mitchie asked.

"He's not welcome here anymore." Shane snapped.

"What? Why, Shane?" she asked.

"He called me immature." he said bitterly.

"He should know you shouldn't be responsible for you actions." Tess said angrily.

"Excuse me, but even if he doesn't have his memory, he has the mind of a seventeen year old guy, he should still be somewhat mature about this!" Mitchie said getting up out of her seat and walking over to Tess.

"I don't think I'd take it maturely if my friend wrecked my car and caused me to lose my memory!" Tess said, rising from her seat also.

"He doesn't have to take that maturely, because that's not what happened!" Mitchie exclaimed.

"There you go lying again!" Tess said, "When are you ever going to learn?"

"When are you ever going to quit! Shane doesn't love you, he loves me. He just doesn't remember it!" she yelled.

"Hey!" Jason yelled.

Tess slowly turned to face Jason, "You always need to look out for the quiet ones."

Mitchie rolled her eyes and put her hands on her hips.

"You two need to stop fighting, how do you think this is making Shane feel?" he said.

Everyone turned to face Shane.

"Actually, it's getting on my nerves. Tess, babe, calm down and sit down. Mitchie, get out."

"What?" Mitchie roared, "Shane, you can't be serious."

"I'm as serious as wrecking your friend's car and landing them in a hospital, then lying about it."

Mitchie pushed Jason out of the way and edged closer to Shane to where she was as close to his face as possible.

"Look, that's not what happened, I'm not going to tell you again. If you want to be with this bitch, than proceed. I don't need you." Mitchie said, turning, grabbing her purse off the table and slamming the door.

She walked into the hallway, going to her usual payphone and putting in her change.

"Hello?" Nate's said.

"Nate," she said, on the verge of tears, "Will you send someone to come get me?"

"Yeah," he said softly, "What happened?"

"Oh Nate, it was terrible." she said, her voice beginning to crack, "I'll tell you when I get back to the hotel."

"That's fine, I'm calling someone now."

"Thanks." she said as she hung up the phone.

She walked out of the hospital and sat on the bench, her head in her hands, crying. She was so sick of crying. It felt like a disease she couldn't cure. She didn't know what she hated more, seeing Shane hurt, or seeing Shane confused and lost in someone's lies. She mentally voted seeing Shane confused, because at least when he was passed out, he was alright with everyone.

She clutched her purse to her chest as a limosuine pulled up and she walked to the door and opened it. She took a seat in the car and resumed the position of having her head in her hands.

She arrived at the hotel. She got out and walked through the lobby and up to the seventh floor. She walked to room 721 and knocked on the door.

Nate answered. Before she could say anything he said, "I just found out. Mitch, I'm so sorry."

With those words, Mitchie dissolved into tears at Nate's doorway.

He bent down to her level, "Come on inside."

Mitchie nodded and stood up, walking over to the couch and sitting down. Hot Tunes was on, a reporter went on about Shane's recovery and recent hook up with popstar, TJ Tyler's daughter.

She cut the TV off and threw the remote in the floor angrily. She crossed her arms over her chest.

"What are you going to do now?" Nate asked, sitting down and opening a can of Diet Coke.

Mitchie shrugged, "I really don't know. I want to stay, just in case he gets his real memory back."

Nate nodded, "I understand."

"Yet, part of me wants to go back to Boston and forget all about Shane."

"To quote Caitlyn, 'That's so not true.'" Nate said.

Mitchie giggled, "You even got the little head motion right."

Nate made a disgusted face, "That was the only time you'll see Nate Black do that, be glad you got to see it."

Mitchie smiled, "Anyway, I know, I love Shane. I love him so much, but the thing is, if he doesn't realize he loves me, what's the point?"

"If you really love him, than you'll stay, because you just want him to remember." he said.

"I guess you're right." she said.

"Totally off topic, but when's Caitlyn coming back?" he asked, not looking her in the eyes.

Mitchie smiled, "I'm not quite sure, I'll tell her you asked."

"No!" Nate said quickly, sitting straight up.

"Don't freak Nate, I wouldn't dare." she said.

"Promise?"

"You got it."

The next day, Mitchie went to the hospital around noon. She started to go to Shane's room when a nurse stopped her in the hall.

"Are you Mitchie Torres?" she asked.

"Yes ma'am." she replied.

"I've been personally requested by Mr. Gray not to allow you in his room."

Mitchie opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out.

"Uh, um, what?" she stuttered.

"I'm sorry, miss, but rules are rules."

Mitchie ran out the door of the hospital in tears. She walked all the way to an outdoor payphone and dialed a number.

It wasn't Nate's, Jason's or Caitlyn's.

"Hello?" an operator said.

"Is this LAX airport?" Mitchie sniffed.

"Yes."

"When's your next flight that will eventually lead to Boston?"

"One that leaves, stops halfway and then boards to Boston leaves in two hours."

"Thank you."