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So, I get it if you want to throw something at me. (Please don't.) But I have an excuse for not updating in forever: 1 word – SCHOOL. -_-

The teachers are bombarding us with homework and tests, so I really haven't had the chance to upload. Please don't hate me.

Anyway, this is the last chapter of this Fanfiction, and I wanted to thank you all for the support. It's been amazing. Thank you! I love you all! xoxo

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*Ally's P.O.V*

After long days of not being able to see Austin, it felt as if I was dreaming as I walked towards his room, with Trish and Rocky at my side.

Austin's mom had already seen him, and talked to him, so now it was our turn. I was actually nervous, since I didn't know what will happen. Would he be happy to see me? Or will he hate me?

I felt Rocky's hand on my shoulder. "It'll be fine." He smiled, and his smile was so sincere and so gentle, that I felt like crying. I had a lump in my throat, and I was afraid that if I opened my mouth to talk, I'd just break down in tears. So, I just smiled and nodded.

"Ready, guys?" Trish said as we stood in front of Austin's door. Rocky and I nodded, and Trish swung the door open.

The sight in front of me made my heart ache. Austin was on his bed, and he was smiling at us, but the thing that made me sad was the wheelchair next to his bed. I'm more than happy that he's alive, but I just wish that he didn't have to use a wheelchair. This boy, so full of life and enthusiasm, should be able to run around. Now, he'll have to sit around all his life.

Great.

I felt like crying again.

But when Austin outstretched his hands, and gave me that cute smile of his, I just went straight into his arms. I felt him whisper in my ear, "Damn it, Ally. I missed you." I pulled away, and suddenly, I was angry.

"You missed ME?" I yelled, and the tears came freely now. "Do you have any idea what I went through? I couldn't sleep for days, wondering if I'll ever see you again! I…Austin, I was worried sick."

He has the nerve to smile. "I love you." And then he sees something behind me, and frowns. I wonder what it is, but then it hits me. Rocky. Austin hasn't seen his brother in years, and now, here he is, right in front of him. He clears his throat. "Guys, will you give us a minute?"

I looked worriedly at Rocky, but he smiles and nods. So, Trish and I leave them alone, and go to wait in the hallway.

/

It feels like years before Rocky comes outside, and says that we can come in. I wonder what they've talked about, but I know I shouldn't ask. Personally, I hate when people meddle, so why should I?

The good thing is that while we were waiting outside, Trish and I didn't hear any yelling, so everything must've gone smoothly. Austin somehow looks happier and more relax, just like Rocky.

He sits next to Austin's bed the whole time we're there, and they laugh and joke around carelessly. Watching them makes me smile, too. It feels like the weight of the world has been lifted off my shoulders.

/

We spend a few more days in the hospital, and then they allow us to leave. It takes a few weeks, but soon everything goes back to normal. We go back to school, but it isn't half as bad now. Because Austin is always with me. People don't bully me anymore. They all look at us with this mixture of awe and fear, and they treat us with care, as if they're afraid we might break down if they say or do something wrong.

It was kind of annoying at first, being treated as if I can't bear anything, but then I started to appreciate it. We do our best to forget the whole incident, but it's hard when I see Austin in his wheelchair all the time. But I get used to that, too.

Jackson, Abigail, Jason, and I hang out all the time together. It's mainly because we're the only people who know what really happened, and how hard it was. And because we now know, that if anything happens, we have each other's backs.

A few months later, a new guy came in the school, and because he didn't know what had happened, he started making fun of us. But I didn't care. I'm happy.

Austin is ok. I'm ok. We're together.

And nothing else matters.

…and this has been, "Mayday".