Before anyone could say anything to me, I ran out of the studio, heading for the hospital. I had to see Nat, before Patrice or anyone got to him. I knew I would have three angry people, and they would all try to take their revenge on Nat. Aside from wanting to protect him, I also had to know what he thought about the song. Did he even fully realize that the 'him' in the song was him? He had to know that.

I arrived at the hospital to see Tuffy and Jesse trying to keep Patrice, Michel, and Bobby in the lobby, away from Nat. I tried to sneak around them, but everyone saw me.

"What was that all about, Rosalina?" Bobby asked.

"Rosa, you cannot mean what you sung tonight. You cannot truly believe that you love the little boy. I know that you truly love me."

"Or that he still loves you. He's clearly madly in love with me."

"First off, Bobby, that was me finally coming clean about all my mistakes since I met you. Second off, Michel, I don't love you. I never have. I made a mistake when I kissed you. I was lonely. I missed Nat. I shouldn't have done it, and I've regretted it ever since. Finally, Patrice, if you really think that Nat loves you after what you put him through, you're crazier than I thought, and I already thought you pretty crazy."

They all started shouting stuff at me. Luckily, hospital security came and escorted all of them out of the building for disorderly conduct. I got in the elevator and went up to the third floor. The elevator music that was playing was one of Nat's earlier songs, Beautiful Eyes. I remembered when I found out about Nat writing it about me. I had to ask Mohammed, who showed me the footage of Nat talking to Cooper about it, and Cooper asking about the lyric that went blonde hair and shiny blue eyes. He said that I had brown hair and brown eyes. It was the first time I realized how much Nat actually cared about me. The elevator arrived at his floor, and I slowly walked to his room, afraid of what I would find. Would he be happy? Angry? Surprised?

When I walked in, I found him asleep, with Cooper sitting next to him. Cooper looked up when I walked in.

"He only just fell asleep. He saw the performance, and really wants to talk to you about it. He just couldn't stay awake any longer."

"I understand. You can go, if you want, Coop. I'll stay here with him."

"Sure thing, Rosalina. I figure this is something you two want to talk about alone, anyways."

"Yeah, even though he can't actually talk, it's just the effect, you know?"

"I do. Good luck with it." He hugged me as he said that, and then left. I sat down in the chair that he had previously occupied. I didn't know how long Nat would be asleep for, but I would wait as long as I needed to. I was patient.

It was several hours before Nat woke up again. I was half asleep, but when I felt his hand touch mine, I immediately woke up.

"Hey there. Good to see you awake again." I didn't really want to jump straight into talking about the performance. He picked up his notebook and pencil.

Did you really mean what you said, after telling off Bobby, Michel, and Patrice? Apparently he wanted to jump right in.

"Yes, I did. Nat, if I could take back every mistake I've made since Bobby, I would. I was stupid, and you've always deserved better than me. When we actually got together, I felt like it was too good to be true. When I broke up with you, it was because I felt like I had sunk too far beneath you to deserve to have such a wonderful boyfriend. I still don't think I do. But I'd like to try, if you're willing to have me back."

Rosalina, I've always wanted you back. I've always loved you. I've missed being with you. I was just waiting until you were ready. After what you said before we left for this tour, I thought that it was over for good.

"I know, and I'm sorry about that. Everything was just happening so fast, and I got mad. I should have just talked to you, instead of letting me anger build up and explode like it did that night. Can you forgive me? Will you take me back?"

There's nothing to forgive. I was a complete jerk to you just before you quit. You had every right to be mad. And of course I'll take you back. That is if you really want me. I can't talk, so I won't be able to sweet talk you or serenade you like I've been known to. I smiled at him.

"You know, Nat, that's ok. Because you say it best when you say nothing at all." I said and I leaned in and kissed him. I didn't want to lean in too far, though. I didn't want to hurt him. I felt him move a hand to the back of my head, and the kiss deepened. We kept kissing for a couple more minutes, and only stopped because a doctor came in and said that he needed to do a check up on Nat. I gave him another kiss and told him that I would be back tomorrow. He smiled and nodded.

When I got back to the bus, everyone swamped me with questions.

"Did it work?"

"Are you two back together?"

"Did you kiss?"

"How mad are the three you called out?"

"Details, please! And don't leave anything out."

"Did you bring back any food?" I laughed. Only Thomas would worry about food when something big was happening. Luckily I had expected it, so I tossed him a donut that I had picked up on the way back. He got the biggest grin on his face. You'd have thought Christmas came early.

"Ok, I'll try to answer all of your questions. Let's just take seats, and stay quiet until I finish my story, ok?" Everyone sat down and looked at me expectantly. It was the kind of look I expected from kindergarteners at story time. I managed to stifle the laugh that I almost let out from that thought. I managed to get through my story without any interruptions, which surprised me. When I finished, they all let out whoops and cheers. Kristina came over and hugged me.

"Congratulations, girl. I knew it would work out, in the end."

"Thanks, Kristina. And it was all possible because of you. You kept me going when I wanted to quit."

"What are best friends for?" I sat down between her and Thomas. Cooper was passing around cups of root beer, though he poured a special glass of milk for Alex. He then stood in front of us all.

"I'd like to propose a toast. To the newly reformed Natalina. May you have learned from your mistakes, and stay together like you're destined to be." He said, and he raised a glass, repeating, "To Natalina." Everyone did the same, which got me smiling. I didn't realize how much the band wanted us together. I had just sipped my root beer when my phone rang. Everyone looked at me as I answered.

"Hello?"

"Rosalina Tai?"

"Speaking."

"This is Doctor Michael, the main doctor for Nat Wolff."

"Is he ok?"

"I'm afraid not. He just took a turn towards the worst. He's being moved to intensive care now. I hate to get you worried, but in my professional opinion, he doesn't have much longer. At this point, I would feel safe in saying that he needs a miracle to pull through."