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"Miley! Sweetie are you alright?" Danielle asked, squatting down next to me on the floor. I tried to stifle my cries enough to answer her.

"Yeah. I'm- I'm sorry I just… I'm scared, I guess." I said. She put an arm around me and patted my head lovingly before responding. She'd always been like my sister and even when Nick and I were broken up, she would come to my shows in New Jersey when I was there, and support me in any way she could, even if she did techniqually have to be on "Team Jonas."

"We all are. But he's going to be okay. I promise you guys will be alright." I couldn't help but feel like she wasn't just talking about Nick being in the hospital.

"But we shouldn't have broken up. And I shouldn't be dating Liam right now. God, how did I let things get so screwed up?"

"You were lonely. Believe me, I get it. Before we lived together, I would get so sad being without Kevin. When they boys would be on the road I would lay awake at night wondering when I'd get to see him next. But if there are two 17 year olds strong and mature enough to make a serious long-distance relationship work, it's you two." I smiled at that. She always could make me feel one hundred times better.

Demi and Joe came up and Demi instantly came down next to me.

"What's wrong?" she asked immediately.

"You mean other than the obvious?" I asked.

"Right. Sorry that was stupid. I've just never seen you with that look before."

"I've never been this scared for another person's well-being before." I said.

"Come on, let's get you up off the floor." Danielle said, helping both Demi and I off the ground. We sat down across from Joe and Kevin and I couldn't help but notice everyone else was paired off except for me… at least when Frankie got back from the bathroom I'd have the company of a nine year old. My tears started up again and I couldn't hold them back anymore. Everyone noticed, probably because of the extremely loud choking sounds I was making.

"Maybe you'd feel better after eating something?" Joe suggested.

"No, thanks. I'm not hungry." I said.

I walked up and down the waiting room hoping that every time those big white doors flew open, it would be the doctor telling us Nick cold have visitors. I felt a spring of hope when I saw the reflection of a person in what appeared to be scrubs. She walked in our direction but turned at the last second, going into a different room. Great. I thought. Are we just supposed to wait here forever? It had been five hours, and although Kevin let me lay my head in his lap for a few minutes, I had yet to get any rest. I guessed it was about midnight. Nick's parents had boarded the next flight out from Texas and were now on their way. Since the boys were only in town one night, their parents figured they'd be okay alone. I went up to the front desk for the hundredth time that night and asked if there was any information she could give me. And for the hundredth time I got the same answer.

"He's not conscious but appears stable. The doctor will let you know when he's confident visitors won't be a disturbance." Once again, great. As if answering my thoughts, moments later the Doctor came towards us looking serious. We all stood up as he walked closer, anticipating what was coming.

"Mr. Jonas?" He said to Kevin. It was weird to think of Kevin as "Mr. Jonas," but right now he was the oldest of the group.

"Yes, sir?"

"You're brother is not yet awake. I'm not all too concerned because he seems to be reacting quite normally and impressively. With that kind of contact, brain damage, even death is a possibility. However, from what we see, neither of those possibilities seem likely. We will monitor his progression until he is awake at which time we will have more updates. Until then, he is allowed visitors, but only three at a time. Don't be concerned if he is unresponsive. He is not able to speak or react, but you're welcome to touch him or talk to him if you like."

The doctor and Kevin exchanged some back-and-forth after this but I could hardly hear what they were saying. By the time I registered what he was saying, I was making my way into Nick's room. The sight of him was almost too much to bare. It seemed like he'd somehow gotten smaller since the last time I had been in his room. I must have been imagining things. I sat down next on a chair beside his table and held his hand. I was quiet for a moment, wondering if he somehow knew I was there.

"Nick," I said. "Baby, it's me. It's Miley. Look I know we haven't talked in a while… I guess that's mostly my fault. But I need you to wake up and listen to me for a minute. Just open your eyes, please." Nothing. I should have expected that, the doctor did tell me it would happen. "Okay just listen… I- I'm sorry, Nick. I'm so sorry for everything. I know we shouldn't have broken up, and I know I shouldn't have moved on so quickly and I'm sorry. I just need you to wake up now so we can figure this out." He still didn't move. I could hear his monitor beeping, signaling his heart beat. I clutched his hand with both of my own. "Nick, please. Just wake up… open your eyes! Wake up! PLEASE!" By this time I was yelling. I couldn't help myself from crying through my screams. "Nick!" I yelled. "Nick, please!" I lowered my head unto his stomach and continued crying. Why? I thought. Why did this happen to him? He doesn't deserve this… I do. I'm the one who should be in a coma. I left him in the dust. I should be the one suffering.

I realized then that maybe this was God's way of trying to get my attention. I understood now that I was the one suffering. I had to live without him… I picked my head up and looked at him intently. God, please. Just let him be okay. I'll do anything. I wont take anything for granted again, just please let him be okay.

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I was walking down the hallway into my dressing room at the Jay Leno show when I heard my phone ringing. For a moment I let myself hope it would be Denise or someone telling me Nick had woken up. No such luck. It was my publicist, Paula. I hit ignore and kept walking. I didn't need to deal with that now. I was already on at an interview. Jeez. Ever since I started this press tour two days ago I couldn't get rid of that guilty feeling in the pit of my stomach for leaving Nick. It was even worse when Liam was around. Or kissed me. I knew I needed to break up with him, I just hadn't gotten around to it. But that was going to change. Possibly sooner than I thought I said to myself as I saw Liam turn the corner.

"Hey, babe" he said, as he walked towards me. My stomach went into knots as he said my little pet name and all I could think of was Nick.

"Hey," I said weakly. He went in to kiss me and I turned my head, earning a questioning look from him. "Look, Liam. We need to talk."

"Uh oh, that's never a good thing." He said.

"I've been lying to you." I admitted, half ignoring his previous comment. "But I can't do that anymore." He looked even more confused than before and opened his mouth to respond, but I cut him off before he could do so. "When I said I wanted you and only you, well, that was a lie. The truth, the whole truth, is that I kind of only want half of you." Great. I thought. Now he looks confused, hurt, and kind of pissed off. "I know that sounds bad and way confusing but," I hesitated, trying to gather my thoughts. "It's not you. I swear you're an amazing guy. And I do really like you. But I've been in love with the same guy for a long, long time. And the truth is there is nothing you or anyone else could do to change that."

For a long time he didn't say anything. He just kind of stood there. He looked angry but more than that he looked hurt. I felt awful. Breakups sucked for everyone. The dumper always felt guilty and low for days, and the dumpee always just felt like total crap. But I'd definitely take dumping over being dumped any day. It looked like he was about to say something when a half-balding man in all black, with a head set on, walked out of a door about five feet away from us.

"It's time." He said. I looked at him for a moment.

"We'll be right there, thanks." I replied. I looked back at Liam and saw him already turning away opening the door the bald man had come out of.

We were sitting on two tall-standing chairs across from Regis Philbin and Kelly Ripa as the teleprompter counted off the seconds until we were back on air. 3, 2, 1, the crowd cheered and clapped as though we hadn't been sitting in front of them for the past ten minutes. As Regis re-introduced us and messed up my name for the second time that morning, Kelly started to inquire about our personal lives.

"So, you two have been seen out a lot together, obviously to promote the movie but is there anything else going on between you two?" Lady you have no idea… I thought. "I mean are you dating in real life?" there you go, at least now when Liam tries to deny it, he'll be telling the truth.

"Well," he began, "Miley and I have a great relationship." Oh jeez. Laying it on a bit think aren't we, Liam? "We're not a couple but we do care about each other. She's become a great friend of mine." He looked kind of honest now and was looking straight at me, almost like he was being serious. Maybe he was being serious. Maybe this was what he was going to say before they had been interrupted. "Actually Miley would be a great friend for anyone. Because even though she and I didn't work out, I hope that we're always able to remain friends."

The rest of the interview went by in a flash. I didn't really have to think answering the questions they were asking. Once you'd been doing this long enough, the words kind of just came out of your mouth naturally. Liam and I thanked both Regis and Kelly for having us on the show and as we were walking back to our dressing rooms I stopped him.

"Liam, what you said back there… was in true? I mean do you still want to be friends?"

"Miley I get that you're not over Nick yet. You love him, that's always been clear to me. I'm just sorry I tired to force you to get over it. And of course, I do want to be friends. I meant what I said back there. You're a great person."

"Great. Now I just feel like a jerk." I joked with him. "I feel the same way. Thank you so much for understanding. And I promise I meant what I said earlier too. I really do think you're going to find the perfect girl for you someday."

"I hope so babe, I hope so." He kissed me briefly on the lips and walked away.

I felt a strange twinge of pain as he walked away and his words echoed in my brain over and over. It was kind of depressing knowing that that would be the last time he would ever kiss me or call me anything other than "Miley" ever again. The feeling disappeared after a moment when I felt my phone buzzing in my pocket. I picked it up and answered before looking at the caller ID, again. It kind of became a habit seeing as I was so anxious to hear about Nick. As she spoke into the phone, my stomach twisted and turned in excitement at Mrs. Jonas' words…

"Miley, sweetie! He's awake! And he's asking for you!"

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