A/N: Hey everyone! I know - it's been a very long time, and I'm a horrible author, but a lot of stuff has been happening lately that prevents me from writing much. I'm sorry to everyone who read this story for my neglectful-ness, but I'm back for now & I've managed to update this story! (It's a shock, I know) I know this chapter isn't that long, and isn't the best, but it's been quite a while since I've written in this style, and I'm hoping I managed to get it down right. I hope you all will enjoy this chapter, and if you would like, maybe leave a little review on your way out ;) I'd love to know what you guys think! :D

Disclaimer: Yup... I don't own Camp Rock :P

It's been fifteen m i n u t e s & forty-five s e c o n d s since she's realized he's gone, and she's still standing in the same spot. She hardly dares to move, in case he comes back, and she clings to the hope that he won't abandon her.

She's shifting uncomfortably, noting how the others stare at her strangely, and she feels close to crying. She feels like breaking down.

He's gone, he's left her. She tries to force the words to go through her brain, but they don't seem to want to stay in place. She can't help feeling terrified, helpless, and briefly, she wishes she never had left the hospital in the first place. At least there, she knows she'll be safe.

People crowd her, pushing past her as they blindly walk, blissfully unaware of what she's feeling.

She's feeling betrayed. She's feeling sick. She's feeling heartbroken.

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He wants to go back - he keeps trying to insist they turn around, and Shawnia keeps giving him obvious reasons they can't. He stares back, his heart aching as the taxi continues to pull farther away from the hotel, father away from Mitchie. He just can't stand it.

With a shout towards the cab driver, he doesn't wait for a response as he grabs at the door handle, ignoring Shawnia's horrified protests, and without a second thought, jumps out, landing on the sidewalk. He still can hear Shawnia yelling in the background, but for the moment, he ignores her, knowing that he has to go back for Mitchie. He can't - he won't - abandon her again.

He jumps to his feet, noting the wild and shocked faces of the others in the crowd before he begins to run back towards the hotel. He knows surely that some fans will have stayed behind, but he'll deal with that as it comes. He has to get back to Mitchie.

It takes him a full two m i n u t e s & fifty s e c o n d s to reach the hotel. Not allowing himself to stop and catch his breath, he takes hold of the door and shoves it open, rushing inside. He can only hope Mitchie hasn't taken matters in her own hands and left yet.

With a stab of joy, he sees her standing in the center of the room, her arms wrapped around her sides, and he can see from here how stressed she is. She looks so fragile - so weak - and he can't wait to go to her and rescue her from this strange place.

Her eyes are darting around the room panicked, searching desperately for someone she recognized, and he knows that someone is him. Without a moment's more hesitation, he runs to her.

She glances up at him, her expression shocked. And now she's smiling, crying, as she pushes herself forwards, into his waiting arms while he's rambling off apology after apology. She's sobbing, her arms wrapping around him as she buries her face into his chest, telling him how worried she was that he'd leave her forever.

He feels a stab of guilt, and knows he'll never be able to do such a cruel thing. Without waiting for her to respond, he reassures her that he would never leave her.

Somehow, this just makes her tears fall harder, and he wishes there was something he could do to comfort her.

With a gentle tug, he leads her towards the door, telling her they have a taxi waiting outside for them. She sniffs, her hand shooting out to wipe the tears from her eyes as she nods silently. He takes her arm, carefully but firmly, as he guides her towards the exit.

He steps outside, and instantly, screams and flashes greet him.

She's terrified, her brown eyes wide as she pushes herself behind him, trying to shield herself from the flashing cameras and fans' screams. He does his best to block her, and ignore the shouts of the reporters, untactfully asking him who she was.

He's trapped, at a loss as to how to get away from the blinding flashes and pestering reporters, until he sees Shawnia waving desperately from the cab, motioning him to hurry.

He checks to make sure Mitchie's close behind him, his hand still firmly holding her wrist, before he plunges into the crowd, shoving people out of the way as he shouts for them to back off. She's clinging onto him for dear life, hardly daring to imagine what would happen to her if she let go of Shane.

She's never been this afraid in her entire life.

To her, it feels like an eternity before they finally reach the cab, still struggling to keep the cameras away, and he gently shoves her into the taxi, pulling himself in as soon as she's fallen into the cab. She sits up and turns to him, glaring defiantly at him. He shrugs, knowing there was no other way, and she decides to let the matter drop, for the moment.

Shawnia's yelling, screaming at him, and he's arguing back, his eyes holding a strange look. She doesn't know what they are arguing about, but she's too tired to listen closely.

She's already worn out from the day's terrors, and she wants nothing more than a hot cup of chocolate, and to curl up into a warm bed. With a small pang, she realizes it will most likely be a while since she'll get any of these things, since the paparazzi are hounding the hotel Shane is staying at, and she briefly wonders if they'll ever leave. Maybe, she thinks, they'll stay forever.

With a sigh, she leans back against the seat, allowing herself to suck in a deep breath and she tries to relax.

It only takes nine m i n u t e s for her to fall asleep.