Disclaimer: I do not own Alvin and the Chipmunks, the Chipettes, or anything associated with them.

Author's Note: Hey you guys! So, would you believe me if I told you I wrote this chapter in one night? Well…I did, and boy, was it a lot of work. Anyway, as I stated in a previous chapter, I will only be making updates to this story. I will return to The Squeakquel with A Twist once this story is complete. Anyway, enjoy the next chapter!

Chapter Eleven: Stay with Me

Brittany's Point of View:

My breathing was heavy and labored as I gasped for more air. My legs ached from being overworked, and my feet were killing me from the heels I was wearing. But at that moment, it didn't matter, and I didn't care. With adrenaline coursing throughout my entire body, I just kept running. I ran as fast as I could, not paying any attention to where I was or where I was going. I ran…just like Alvin had told me to do.

I flinched as pain shot through my chest. Thinking about what Alvin was doing as I ran away like a scared little girl made me feel so guilty and hurt. Alvin was fighting for my life, even after all the things I said and did to him. He had come to my rescue…he was there for me…just like he promised. Warm tears streamed down my cheeks as I thought about Alvin sacrificing himself for me.

I also couldn't believe how stupid and gullible I was to believe such a lying son of a bitch like Colin. All of that talk about respecting women was complete bull crap. He never loved me. He just wanted to get me in bed. My heart shattered into pieces as I remembered Colin referring to women as "sex toys." God, I hate that lying, no good jackass!

Feeling as if my lungs would collapse at any time, I stopped and hunched over, taking slow, deep breaths to relax my heart rate. When I looked up to see my surroundings, I realized as I was at the same outdoor café I ran to after seeing Alvin and Nathalie lip locked. The only difference was lit candles were set as the centerpieces for the tables. This was the same place where I had met…him. I cringed as I walked towards the tables.

Because it was nighttime, there were barely any people here. There was a boy and a girl sitting at a far table on my right, and the usual waitresses walked around to see if any new customers had arrived. When I turned my head to my left, I noticed a blue uniformed, overweight, gray haired man sitting at one of the tables. A thought came to my mind as I stared at the man. A blue uniform…was he a police officer? Hoping the answer to that question was yes, I swiftly made my way towards him as he began making small talk with a blonde waitress.

"Get me a decaf coffee, Francine," he said with a rough, scratchy voice to the waitress standing in front of him.

"You got it, suga," she answered with an almost Southern accent.

When the waitress named Francine walked away, I had finally made it to the man's table.

"Sir, I need help!" I almost shouted, my voice quavering slightly.

The uniformed man turned towards me, and I was able to get a better look at him. I looked at his image carefully, catching a glimpse of his golden badge and nametag. The badge indicated he was definitely in law enforcement, and I noticed his nametag said Herman Whitcomb. Looking at Officer Whitcomb's face, he had chubby cheeks from being overweight, his light blue eyes had dark circles around them from lack of sleep, and his gray mustache was very unkempt and messy.

I watched, as his eyes seemed to have a suspicious look in them. I guess the previous events from earlier had caused me to not look my best. For all I knew, I probably looked like a prostitute or something.

"Ma'am?" he asked, wary of who I was. "Is something wrong?"

"Yes!" I yelled panicked. "Officer Whitcomb, please, I need your help! There's been an incident!"

"Whoa, calm down, miss," Officer Whitcomb said. "What's the problem?"

As calmly as I could, I explained everything to Officer Whitcomb. I started with the date and talked about what had almost happened to me, and how my friend was being hurt at the same time I was speaking to him. When I had finished, the old man looked at me with unbelieving eyes.

"Listen, miss," he said. "If you're trying to be funny, lying to a uniformed officer is not the way to go about it."

What? How could he not believe me? He has to believe me…I will make him believe me. Grabbing onto his sleeve, I looked directly at his face.

"Sir, please, I'm begging you," I pleaded with a choked voice. "You have to believe me. Someone I care about is in great danger, and if you don't come with me right now, I might lose him. Please, you must come with me. You have to help me, please. I'm not lying."

As more salty tears rolled down my face, I looked straight into Officer Whitcomb's tired blue eyes. He still seemed skeptical about my story, but I guess my tears softened his tight face. He sighed and turned towards the waitress, Francine, who was standing a few feet away.

"Francine, hold that coffee!" he shouted as he stood up from his seat. "I have to take care of something."

Oh, my God! He's coming with me! I convinced him, and he's going to help me! A small smile began to form in the corners of my mouth as that realization came to me.

"Okay, miss," he said. "Where is your friend?"

"Winchester Park," I answered quickly. "We have to hurry."

"Alright, let's take the cruiser."

With that said, we made our way towards his police car, which was parked a few feet away.

In a matter of minutes, we arrived at the park. Once Officer Whitcomb put the car in park, I jumped out of the police car, slammed the door, and ran into the park, hoping and praying that I would make it back to Alvin in time. Even though Officer Whitcomb wasn't a young man anymore, he was still able to follow me. Of course, I did hear him stop occasionally to catch his breath, but he kept up with me and wasn't far behind.

I ran through the park swiftly, looking in every direction for the same tree where I had left Alvin to fight off Colin. I flinched again thinking about Alvin and what he had done for me. When I looked straight ahead, I saw the tree.

"Right here!" I shouted, making my way towards the tree.

As I got closer to my destination, I noticed there was something different about the spot. That's when I realized how bare it was. There was no one there, or at least I thought there wasn't. That's when I looked and saw a limp body lying down on the ground beside the tree.

"Oh, my God!" I yelled

Running at full speed, I came closer and closer to the tree, hoping it wasn't the person I thought it was on the ground. However, when I saw that red cap, my heart dropped to my stomach. I knew exactly who it was.

"Alvin!" I screamed fearfully.

Finally reaching the tree, I crouched down beside Alvin's almost lifeless figure and checked his injures. I traced my finger around his eyes, which were now black, blue, and swollen. His lip was busted and bleeding, and there were many cuts and bruises on his cheeks. His nose was still dripping out blood, and I guessed that it must have been broken.

Tears ran down my face as I touched the side of his face with my palm.

He felt so…cold. I shuddered at the thought, but I couldn't believe Alvin was dead. I just couldn't.

"Alvin," I said. "Can you hear me?"

He didn't respond to my touch or to my voice. I really started to panic.

"Alvin, wake up," I said a little louder. "It's me, Brittany."

There was still no response. No…No! Don't you die on me Alvin Seville! Don't you dare! Though I had faith he wasn't gone, I feared that I might have been too late. I knew there was only one way to check and see if was still alive.

Swallowing hard, I placed my ear over his chest, trying to listen for a sign of life, telling me he was still breathing. I couldn't make out anything at first, which made me panic even more. Alvin, please…you can't give in…I need you.

Then, there it was.

THUMP, THUMP…THUMP, THUMP…

He's alive…oh, god! Alvin's alive! Even though his heartbeat was very slow and weak, he was still hanging on. He was never the kind to give up, and at that moment, I was sure glad he wasn't. I cried on his chest, thankful that he was at least breathing.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps approach me. A raspy gasp came from his mouth, and I didn't have to guess who it was.

"Damn," a scratchy voice said. "You weren't kidding."

I looked up to see Officer Whitcomb standing over me with shock in his eyes.

"No, sir," I said, tears still running down my face. "Please, call for backup and an ambulance. Please, hurry!"

"Will do," he said grabbing his walkie-talkie and walked away.

I looked back at Alvin, my fear subsiding a tiny bit. I rubbed my fingers through his hair, and spoke softly.

"Stay with me, Alvin," I said. "You're going to be okay."

I prayed with all my life that those words would be true, and with that prayer came another waterfall of tears.

Moments later, the ambulance finally arrived. The paramedics immediately jumped off the vehicle, gurney in hands, and began going to work. They placed Alvin on the gurney and put the gurney into the back of the ambulance. After giving Officer Whitcomb my police report on Colin and thanking him for all that he had done, I quickly got into the back of the ambulance with the medics, and we made our way to the hospital.

During the ride, not once did I take my eyes off of Alvin. I waited for another sign of life to come, I waited for him to open his eyes and say something sarcastic like he always did. Unfortunately, neither of those things happened.

Please be okay. You just have to be okay. Those thoughts continued to race through my head as the medics took Alvin off of the ambulance and immediately into the Emergency Room. I however was escorted to the waiting room, forced to stay there while they did God knows what to Alvin. I knew it was the doctors' job to take care of him, but I still wanted to be there beside him.

Once in the waiting room, I called Dave and Miss Miller and told them everything that had happened. Dave almost had a heart attack when I told him. He didn't even hang up the phone as I heard him yell at Theodore to drop his spatula and get in the car. Miss Miller was very worried also. She told me she would be there as soon as possible. When I called Simon, who I knew was on a date with my sister, he was practically speechless. In fact, he didn't even say goodbye as he hung up his phone.

Thirty minutes later, Dave and Theodore burst through the doors of the waiting room. Theodore was the first one to notice me as he ran over towards me with Dave trailing not far behind. Getting out of the seat I had been sitting in, I ran over towards them.

Meeting them halfway, I wrapped my arms around Dave's waist and began sobbing.

"I'm…so sorry, D-Dave," I cried. "This is all my fault. I should have listened to Alvin. If I had, none of this would have happened."

"Shh, Brittany, calm down," Dave said soothingly as he patted my back. "It's not your fault. It's nobody's fault. Alvin was just protecting you, and lucky he did, too. Who knows what that guy would have done to you if Alvin wasn't there."

Though I knew Dave was only trying to help, his comforting did nothing to stop the tears as they continued to come. Then, the waiting room doors opened again, revealing Jeanette and Simon.

"Brittany!" my sister yelled as she ran towards me.

Letting go of Dave's waist and extending my arms out by my sides, I allowed my sister to take me in her tight embrace. I heard her light sobs as she held me close to her.

"Thank goodness, you're okay," she whispered.

"I'm fine, Jean," I said, letting go of her, "but it's not me you should be worried about."

"How is he?" I heard Simon ask me, his face forlorn.

"I don't know. I haven't heard anything yet."

Hearing my answer, Simon sighed as he looked down at his feet, his face falling even lower than before. I approached him slowly and lightly grazed his arm with my fingers.

"I'm sorry, Si," I said. "You must hate my guts."

Simon looked back up at me, and I noticed the tears that were foaming in his eyes. I expected him to be upset. Hell, I expected him to be angry with me, but to my surprise, Simon just wrapped his arms around my shoulders and brought me close into a hug. Feeling slightly uncomfortable, I hesitantly hugged him back.

"I'm glad you're safe, Brittany," he said. "I could never hate you for something you have no control over."

Letting go, I looked at him and smiled a little.

"Thanks," I said.

Simon returned my smile just as the waiting room doors opened for a third time. I looked at the doors and saw my mother and my baby sister, Eleanor, hastily making their way over to us.

"Brittany Miller, don't you ever scare me like that again!" Miss Miller shouted at me angrily.

Walking over to my mother, I wrapped my arms around her waist.

"I'm sorry, Miss Miller," I said.

Miss Miller hugged me back, sighing as she said, "I'm so glad you're not hurt. I knew that Calvin fellow was no good from the minute you told me about him."

"His name was Colin, Miss Miller," Eleanor corrected, "and I have to agree that he didn't sit right with me either."

"Same here," Jeanette agreed.

Breaking free of Miss Miller's hug, I looked around at the familiar faces of my friends and family and began sobbing again. I could tell from their expressions that they were all extremely worried about Alvin, and I knew that nothing would have happened if I weren't such a smartass.

"This is all my fault," I cried. "I'm so, so sorry, everyone, especially to you, Dave. I put your eldest son in the hospital, all because I was too stubborn. I hate myself for what I've done, and I'll never forgive myself for it."

"Brittany, dear, none of this is your fault," Miss Miller.

"Yeah, you didn't know Colin was a jerk," Jeanette added.

"You didn't know what he was planning," Eleanor continued.

"I should have known," I whispered.

Suddenly, the doors leading to the Emergency Room opened. I, along with the rest of my family and friends, looked up to see a tall, lean young woman with black hair and green eyes, dressed in white with a clipboard in her hand and stethoscope hanging from her neck, walk into the waiting room.

"Excuse me," she said with a light, song like voice. "Is there anyone here for Alvin Seville?"

Alvin…she has news about Alvin! I perked up slightly from the mention of Alvin's name.

"We are," Dave said referring to the group. "I'm Dave Seville, Alvin Seville's father."

The woman walked over to us, took Dave's hand and said friendly, "Hello, I'm Dr. Rolland, and I must say, your son is a tough kid."

"How is he?" Theodore asked worriedly. "I'm his brother."

"Is he alright?" Simon asked. "I'm his brother too."

Dr. Rolland let go of Dave's hand and looked at every person in the group. She almost seemed to look at me the longest before continuing with her news.

"Well, whoever this guy was that your son fought with packed a very hard punch. The blows were hard enough to break his nose, which caused him to lose a lot of blood. His eyes are swollen pretty bad, but not enough to temporarily blind him. A couple of his ribs are broken, but his cuts and bruises will heal with time."

"So, he's fine?" Dave asked. "He'll pull through?"

Dr. Roland sighed, and I couldn't help but feel as if she was hiding something from us.

"It's hard to tell right now," she explained. "His pulse is very weak, and he's still in surgery at the moment. His blood loss is what caused him to lose consciousness, and…"

She paused for a minute before going on.

"…and I'm afraid if he doesn't wake up soon, he may fall into a coma, which will cause him to be at risk of never waking up."

My breath caught in my throat upon hearing those last few words. Alvin might not…wake up? No, no, no! This can't be happening! Alvin has to wake up! He just has to!

I looked to see Dave, Simon and Theodore with shocked and scared looks on their faces. Both Simon and Theodore were on the verge of tears, and Dave just appeared utterly speechless.

"I'm really sorry about this," Dr. Rolland's said remorsefully. "Believe me, we're doing all we can to help him."

Dave was silent for a long moment before taking in a deep breath and letting it out slowly.

"Will you keep us updated on his condition?" Dave asked the doctor.

All Dr. Rolland could do was nod her head in reply. Then, with a slow turn of her heel, she made her way back into the Emergency Room. Once she passed through the doors, I fell down to my knees and cried my eyes out, hiding my face in my hands.

Oh, God! What have I done? I hurt the one person who was willing to do anything for me, to protect me…to love me. Recalling the image of Alvin telling me he loved me made me sob harder. I'm such a monster!

At that moment, I felt warms arms begin to wrap around my shoulders, and I didn't protest as I was brought close to someone's chest. From the smell of the perfume, I knew it was Miss Miller who was trying to console me.

"Shh, it's okay, sweetheart," Miss Miller's gentle voice whispered. "It's going to be okay."

She repeated that phrase over and over again, trying her best to calm me down. However, it had no effect on me. I cried and sobbed harder and harder, knowing that I was the worst person in the entire world and deserved to go to hell. God…what have I done?