A/N: Hey guys! I'd like to say I'm extremely sorry that it took me so long to update, I've been really busy. Hopefully I'll find some more time to write soon, so I can update some more on not only this story, but my others. Anyway, I'll be brief, please review & I hope you guys enjoy this chapter! It's all in Shane's POV. :D Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Camp Rock... or Shane, or Mitchie, or pretty much anything. So yeah... I'm completely broke. ;)

Don't leave me here like this
Can't hear me scream from the abyss
And now I wish for you - my desire
Don't leave me alone
Because I can barely see at all
Don't leave me alone

I couldn't breathe. My whole body felt as if it was on fire. The pictures of the car crash still fresh in my mind made me close my eyes and try to force out the images. It looked so bad that I really wasn't sure anyone could survive such a crash. This thought made my heart ache, as if I'd lost a piece of myself. Mitchie was my other half, and without her I was... broken.

"Mitchie." Nate sucked in his breath, probably wondering if he should've spoken. This was the first word any of us had uttered since that devestating news report, and he looked like he kind or regretted speaking. His tone told me that he was close to crying himself, but I didn't bother to check and see if I was right.

Mitchie... I could see her bright, somewhat awkward smile in my mind, her beautiful silky hair, her eyes lit up as she smiled back at me. More tears slid down my cheeks- I might never get the chance to see her again.

I felt a hand on my shoulder, and I glanced up, meeting Jason's sad eyes. He was so quiet, I'd almost forgotten he was even here.

"Hey, don't give up, ok? We don't know anything for sure." He insisted, and I knew he was right. I had to keep believing that Mitchie was alive- that she was okay, that she would be okay- that I would see her again, laughing and smiling and healthy and alive. She'll be okay.

"Is there any way of finding out if she's..." I cut myself off, not able to stop my voice from cracking. Nate jumped up immediately, nodding, as if he wanted to help as much as possible. It was as if he felt guilty for everything that had happened.

"I'll get right on it, okay? Once I find out all the 'local' hospitals in Wycoff, we can call them, and find out which one Mitchie's at." Nate replied, and I nodded, only half-hearted listening. I still couldn't block out horrible mental images flashing through my head, of Mitchie being hurt, of Mitchie being... dead. I wanted to block all the gruesome thoughts from my mind, but it was impossible. It was as if my mind wanted me to imagine these horrible prospects. I didn't understand why they wouldn't stop. It had been this way ever since I hadn't been able to get through to Mitchie- I'd always known something had to be wrong, I just hadn't imagined this. I just wanted to curl up and die, knowing what had happened. It wasn't fair.

A few moments later, I was still wallowing in my horrific, painful thoughts, and only the sound of running footsteps broke me out of my thoughts. I glanced up, my vision still blurry from my tears, and caught sight of Nate's unreadable expression, and knew instantly he'd found something out about Mitchie.

"What is it?" I couldn't tell if it was good news or bad news, and I prayed fervently that it would be good. I couldn't handle anything else at the moment. Nate, however, shook his head, as if he could read my thoughts, and a small smile broke out on his face.

"Well, I managed to get the location of the hospital that Mitchie's currently at. They refused to release anything else to me except that she's still in rather critical condition, and only immediate family is being admitted. I had a hard time even getting them to tell me she was there- apparently her father signed some stuff that, basically, says not to release information regarding Mitchie to anyone. I had to bribe the receptionist with VIP tickets to our next concert just to get it out of her."

Something in my head clicked. Never once, in the entire time that Mitchie and I had been together, I had never heard her mention her father. Not even once. It hadn't even dawned on me until just now. However, it seemed a little strange to me that Mitchie had just 'failed' to mention him, and he was just now oh-so-conveniently coming into the picture. Something about the situation told me there was going to be trouble, and made me extremely uncomfortable, although I wasn't sure why. He was her father, why was I suddenly so suspicious of him? Ugh, I needed to get over these insane feelings. What was I worried about?

Telling myself I was being stupid, I pushed thoughts of Mitchie's dad out of my mind, focusing instead on just Mitchie. I needed to figure out a way to see Mitchie. Maybe first, I should stop with finding out when I could get out of this horrible hospital I was in now, which was now Nate's current mission.

"Can you find out how much longer before I'm released?" I turned to Nate, who nodded quickly, looking ready to charge out of the room and go find out what I'd just asked. I knew he was trying to make up for earlier, and at the same time, I could see the concern in his eyes. He was just as worried about Mitchie as I was. Somehow, this made me feel better.

"And then we need to come up with a plan to actually see Mitchie, so once you get back we can work on that." I added, getting another quick nod from Nate.

"I'm on it!" Jason jumped from his head, a smile on his face, and both Nate and I raised my eyebrows on him.

"Jason- it can't involve birdhouses!" We yelled after him, and he stopped, his face falling.

"I... I'm not on it." He sighed heavily, looking dejected, and returned to his seat. I felt sort of bad, knowing how easily his feelings were hurt, but was also too consumed with thoughts of Mitchie to give it much thought. I'd apologize later.

I turned, to continue talking to Nate, only to realize he was already gone. I sighed - one moment's distraction and Nate had already scrambled away.

Two days. A horrific, boring, torturous two days. And then finally, I was being helped out of the boring, uncomfortable bed I'd been on for the past two days, and being handed my old clothes, and pointed to the bathroom, told to change. I couldn't have been happier, or more impatient, to finally be free of this white-walled place. In just a few hours, I'd be with Mitchie. I closed my eyes, taking in a deep breath. I couldn't wait to see her, although I was slightly nervous. I was worried about how bad her injuries would be - I released my shaky breath, trying to calm myself.

The private jet was already a few blocks away, waiting for us, and I ignored the pain in my leg as I dressed, as quickly as was possible with a broken leg, and finally managed to get ready.

"Let's go!" I announced loudly as I stepped towards Nate and Jason, a smile on my face. Hopefully the smile fooled them enough that they wouldn't ask questions, although they probably knew me well enough that they knew I was terrified of what I was going to face when we finally arrived in New Jersey in two hours. I could hardly even imagine being able to sit still for two hours (maybe more), with the state I was in. I just wanted to be there, holding Mitchie's hand, while at the same moment, I wanted to run away from the whole situation and maybe throw up. The thought of Mitchie being hurt made me sick to my stomach.

I was afraid.

I jumped as Nate slapped my back, smiling comfortingly at me, as if he could already guess what I was thinking.

"It's gonna be okay, man." He said, and I only returned his smile with a small one of my own, something just telling me that there still was that chance that everything wasn't okay, or going to be okay. And most likely, it might turn out that things weren't okay, at all.

I almost jumped out of the car as it slowed down in front of Wycoff's small hospital, not even waiting for the driver to try to find a parking space. I landed, just barely, on my feet and immediately ran up the steps, my head low so as to hopefully avoid people recognizing me. I didn't need that right now- a mob of screaming fans crowding around me, trapping me, delaying me from seeing Mitchie...

I shook my head, hoping it would cause my hair to fall forwards and cover most of my face, but before I could advance another step, someone grabbed my arm, pulling me back. I paused, once I realized that there was no screaming girl crying, or even looking interested. It was a boy, with shaggy blond hair, and bright blue eyes.

"Listen, I need a favor." His tone was low, and he kept glancing around nervously, as if he was looking for someone. He looked up quickly, meeting my confused gaze, and while he was silent, I tried to get away.

"I'd love to help you, but I really need to-" The boy shook his head, cutting me off, and then continued on as if he'd never even been interrupted.

"I need you to tell Mitchie something for me, please." His voice was barely above a whisper, and I had to strain just to hear him. When I heard Mitchie's name, however, I stiffened, and decided to hear him out, both curious and on guard about what he had to say to Mitchie. He swallowed, once again his eyes scanning the crowd as he shifted in place, looking trapped.

"Yes?" I probed, and his eyes returned to me.

"Please, this is important, ok? Can you tell Mitchie that I need to meet up with her, somewhere he'snot around, because I need to explain some stuff. And please... please tell her not to trust him." He sounded like he was on the border of getting down on his hands and knees and begging me to relay the message to Mitchie, so I nodded, trying to make sense of what this strange boy was talking about. I opened my mouth to ask him to explain, but suddenly I saw him jump, his eyes finally spotting someone in the crowd, and he turned around quickly. "Please tell her." He said one last time, before he took off running.

I stood for a second, trying to comprehend what in the world had just happened. Who was he, and how did he know Mitchie? Maybe he was an old friend...

I shook the thought from my head, figuring that Mitchie probably would've mentioned him at some point or another. I glanced towards the hospital door - maybe I should just ask Mitchie.

"Hey man," I turned around quickly, before realizing it was only Nate and Jason. "Why aren't you inside, with Mitchie?" He asked, nodding his head towards the large building on my right. I opened my mouth to tell him about what had just happened, but decided against it and instead shrugged. I don't know why I didn't want to fill Nate in, but something told me to talk to Mitchie before I told anyone else.

"Let's go." I smiled, although my heart was still pounding, and turned, heading up the small flight of stairs.

"What in the world do you mean?" I snapped, staring down, somewhat angry with the receptionist shrugging up at me. "Why can't we see Mitchie?"

"I'm sorry, but I have papers here signed by Miss Torres' father that clearly state that Miss Torres is not to have any visitors." She smiled, although I knew she was annoyed with us, since we were testing her patience. Sadly for her, we weren't leaving anytime soon. At least, not without seeing Mitchie. I couldn't leave without seeing her.

I swallowed, closing my eyes for a brief moment while I sucked in a deep breath. There had to be some exception, some way to get to Mitchie. We'd come this far already...

"We really need to see Mitchie," Nate tried, stepping forwards as he saw the stressed expression on my face. "Please. Can't you make an exception?" The receptionist glanced at us, seeming to consider our offer, her eyes switching between the three of us. With a sigh, she glanced down before responding.

"Well..." She hesitated, as if appearing to contemplate her response. "No." She replied flatly, a frown on her face as she waved her hands as if to tell us to give up and go away. I resisted the urge to yell back at her - yelling would most likely get me nowhere, and tried to think of something - anything - that could get us in to see Mitchie. Nate however - thankfully - was a quicker thinker than I was. He stepped forwards, grinning down at her charmingly.

"Would four VIP tickets to our next concert change your mind?" He asked, raising his eyebrows at her, and I saw her pause for a moment.

"No." She replied, again, and I saw Nate sigh as he ran his hands through his hair. "However," She continued, and immediately the three of us froze, turning to stare at her hopefully. "A private concert at my daughter's school might, though." She returned Nate's smile with one of her own, her extremely white teeth gleaming in the light. All three of us groaned.

"Fine." The words came out of my mouth faster then I liked, but I knew in my head I wouldn't say no. I had to see Mitchie, I needed to hear her voice again. "We'll do it." I resisted the urge to groan again as the receptionist's smile brightened, and she nodded eagerly.

"Miss Torres is in Room 321, on the third floor." She told us brightly, and I nodded before taking off in the direction she was pointing. Nate and Jason hurried to catch up to me, taking long strides to keep up. I didn't slow my speed, or even glance back at them, as I made my way towards the elevator.

It wasn't hard to find Mitchie's room, once we were up on the third level. A smiling doctor pointed us down the corridor and gave us quick directions which, thankfully, were easy to follow.

I stopped, taking a deep breath as I read the numbers on the door in front of me - 321. I froze, my breath catching in my throat as I took a moment to calm myself, my emotions overwhelming me. I struggled to return my breathing to normal, and of it's own accord, my hand reached out and grasped the door's handle.

Closing my eyes and taking a deep breath, I pushed the door open.