Hey guys! So, like I said in the previous chapter, I wasn't satisfied with the way I ended this story so... I decided to write a better last chapter!!! BTW, this is a continuation from Chapter 5: Love... Thanks!

Caitlyn was crying. Nate was trying to comfort her. Tess was pacing, her face etched with such worry that Shane had never seen on her before. Alan and Marie were both in the hospital church and Connie and Steve were trying to comfort each other, their hands intertwined as they prayed for their only daughter. Ella Pador had arrived an hour after Mitchie had been rushed into the ICU and had her arm around Jason, trying to comfort him as her own tears streamed down her cheeks. Peggy Warburton, Barron Francis, Sander Loya, Lola Scott and Sierra Kandell were making their way to the hospital from wherever they were, dropping everything they were busy with immediately.

Shane traced his fingers over the picture he always had in his wallet, his eyes only on the beautiful brunette who had her arms around him in the picture. Mitchie looked so beautiful, so care-free. How did this happen to her? Why did it have to happen to her?

Three hours. They had been waiting outside the operation theatre for three hours. Three hours of pacing, crying and trying to comfort. Three hours of feeling helpless, useless. It was the three longest hours of Shane's life.

Sobs racked his body as he held the picture closer to his heart and screamed, unaware of the onlookers and of how pathetic he looked. Unaware of how lost he looked and unaware of the arrival of his parents and youngest brother. He fell off his seat as he cried harder, scaring his family at how weak he looked, scaring his friends at how devastated he looked and scaring himself with thoughts of Mitchie never coming back.

Denise Grey squeezed her eyes shut to stop the tears from flowing, willing herself to be strong for her son. Paul Grey squeezed his wife's hand affectionately before gently grabbing Shane by the shoulders and helping him onto the seat. He felt his heart breaking as he saw the tears flowing down his son's cheek, sad that he couldn't do anything to stop them. Tenderly, he lifted Shane's chin so that they were looking at each other.

"Are you okay?" he asked quietly as Denise knelt beside him and wiped Shane's tears. Shane shook his head and tried looking down again, only to have his head pulled up again so that he was looking at his parents.

"She'll be fine, Shane. You know that, right?" Denise held his hand, giving him a small hopeful smile. Shane shook his head again. Denise and Paul looked at each other worriedly as Jason and Nate sat beside Shane on the empty chairs and eleven-year-old Frankie Grey knelt down beside his mother.

"She'll be okay, Shane. She's Mitchie Torres. Daughter of Steve and Connie Torres, best friend of Tess Tyler and Caitlyn Geller, soon-to-be sister of Jason, Nate and Frankie Grey, soon-to-be daughter-in-law of Paul and Denise Grey and most importantly, fiancé of Shane Matthews Grey. She has the strongest of people surrounding her and she's definitely no less stronger than them. Have a little leap of faith, son," Paul smiled encouragingly, no doubt scared for the girl he considered his own daughter but also scared for the sanity of his second son.

Shane scoffed and glared at his parents.

"Are you trying to convince me or yourselves?" he growled as he got up and stormed out of the waiting room, not caring that his mother had burst into tears as soon as he had taken three steps and not caring that his brothers were looking at each other, both of them with the same look on their faces when they had decided to send Shane to Camp Rock to reform. The looks of pure sadness and fear.

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The young rock star cursed as he accidentally bumped his head against a white wall for the second time. He rubbed his hand against the now very red bruise on his forehead before he continued walking. He was too angry to stop. How dare they? How dare they try to make him believe that Mitchie might come back when the truth was she might not?

He didn't know where all the sudden bitterness and negativity was coming from. All he knew was that if he stayed in the waiting room with crying people for another minute, he would blow his top. Shane scoffed. Well, that ship had definitely sailed. He had blown up at his parents, the people who least deserved his cruel treatment. He made a mental note to apologize to them when he had cooled down.

He out his hands into the pocket of his coat and came to an abrupt halt as he took out the pink book he had brought for Mitchie earlier. Her diary. Sighing he continued walking until he reached the hospital pond and sat down on a bench just a few feet away. Opening the book, he began flipping through the pages. His eyes widened as he came across what Mitchie had written at the back of the book.

Just in case I die

Dear whoever is reading this (Wow, it feels weird not saying Dear Diary for once),

Hi! My name is Michelle Elizabeth Torres, as you can tell from the previous entries in this diary. I guess you're wondering, "Why the heck would a sixteen-year-old girl write something like this?"

Shane chuckled as he heard Mitchie's energetic voice in his head. Only her voice would be so full of life, even after what she had gone through.

Well, a few months ago, I was told that I had cancer and let me tell you I was freaked out. I mean, what would happen to my friends, my family and Shane? Oh, Shane's my boyfriend, in case you're wondering. Anyway, thankfully, my cancer was cured but it did get me thinking. If I had died, what would I have regretted? And so, I decided to make this list.

His eyes widened again as he continued reading, shocked that Mitchie would actually write something like that.

1. I will fight for my life before death takes me. That means that no matter what percentage of survival I am likely to have, I will go through with the operation that could save my life. However, no machines. I won't really be alive that way.

2. None of my organs are to be donated. I want my whole body in the grave.

3. No sad music should be played because I hate sad songs

4. Nobody is to be blamed for my death. Unless, of course, I was murdered.

5. Shane Matthews Grey should not be mourning for me for more than a year. That's the max amount of time I'm giving him to get over me.

Well, that's all. And I hope my wishes are respected.

Love,

Mitchie Torres

Shane sobbed as he hugged the book closer to his chest and closed his eyes, seeing only his Mitchie in his head and feeling her and only her in his heart.

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She was at the hospital. She was sure of it. She was familiar to the environment, the atmosphere of the hospital. Some people were rejoicing, glad that whoever they were there for was okay, some were mourning for the loss of somebody that had meant something to them while others were waiting for good news or bad.

Mitchie was confused. Wasn't she in her private hospital room just a few minutes ago? Why was she suddenly in the corridors of the hospital? She walked on towards the direction of her room, still confused.

She gasped as she passed the nearest waiting room and stopped. It couldn't be. What were her family and friends doing there in there and why did they look so worried? Curious, she walked into the waiting room as though she owned the place and frowned when not one of her parents or friends acknowledged and when she realized that Shane was missing from the group. She cleared her throat loudly to get their attention and frowned deeper when none of them reacted. What was she, invisible?

"Hell-o?! What's going on here?" she asked loudly. Still no reaction. Sighing, she sat beside her crying mother and tried to put her arm around her. What happened next was something Mitchie had not been ready for. Her hand had slipped right through her mother's shoulders. However, before she even had the time to comprehend the impossible that had just happened, Dr. Russo, Mitchie's doctor who had treated her the previous time came out of the room, looking devastated.

"I'm sorry. Mitchie's in a coma now. There's a slight chance she may never wake up again." At this, Mitchie gasped and sank to the ground, unable to comprehend anthing that was going on as the girls in the room burst into tears. "However, if we can find the match to Mitchie's blood, there may be that slight possibility of survival. We'll do theb best we can, Connie. Steve," the doctor acknowledged them before leaving.

Just as Dr. Russo left, Shane stepped in through the door, his eyes red and puffy and his hair an absolute mess. One look at the state of his family and friends and he knew it was bad news.

"W-What did he s-say?" he stuttered, afraid of the truth and of reality.

"She might not make it, Shane," Denise sobbed as she tried hugging her son. Mitchie felt her heart breaking and watched as Shane sink to the ground just like she had a few moments before. She tried reaching out to him, to wrap her arms around him to tell him she wasn't going anywhere and ended feeling helpless as her hands slipped right through him just as it had with her mothers'.

"What's going on?" she whispered to herself as she buried her face into her hands.

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Shane watched as Steve and Connie signed the papers shakily in front of him. The papers to either save Mitchie's life or to take it away. Steve and Connie had flat out refused to sign the papers first, desperately trying to find a way with a hundred percent chance of survival. They got back with nothing. Shane had then showed them Mitchie's diary and convinced them that it would have been what Mitchie would have wanted. It had involved lots of tears and agreeing and disagreeing, but in the end, they had no choice but to go with Mitchie's wishes.

And now, three days later, everyone who cared about Mitchie Torres as either her family or friends were gathered in waiting room as Mitchie and Shane faced their biggest obstacle yet.

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Three hours after she had watched herself being wheeled into the operating theater, Mitchie was feeling anything but confident. She watched as each of her family or friends got up to leave the tensed room to get some fresh air. All of them had except for Shane. Mitchie knew he was going to be there till the end and that he wouldn't move until the doctors came out with either news of their success or their failure to save her.

Mitchie bolt up straight. Something was going on. Her eyes widened and face paled as she watched her feet slowly fade away. Waiting either for death or life to take her, Mitchie Torres kissed her fiancé's cheek before closing her eyes and awaited her fate. Death or Life?

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Feeling something soft peck his cheek, Shane's hand automatically touched the part of his face. No one had done it. It couldn't have been his mother as she was in the cafeteria with his father. Or any of the girls for they were far away from him as possible. He was scary when he had his mood swings, especially when Mitchie was concerned.

The soft feeling on his cheek. Only Mitchie could make him feel like that. Shane smiled. Mitchie had been with him all along. He just didn't know it. He was so deep in his thoughts with a sad smile on his face that he almost didn't notice the Dr. Russo, a few other doctors and the nurses who had been in the operation theatre with Mitchie came out of the room. The big group rushed forward, Shane being the first to reach the Dr. Russo.

"How is she?" the nervous fiancé asked. Dr. Russo looked solemn as he looked at Shane, Connie and Steve apologetically.

"We did the best we could," the doctor started. Then, as though he was bi-polar, Dr. Russo turned to the others with a huge smile on his face. "And we succeeded. Congratulations. You may visit her in another hour!" he happily clapped his hands. Nobody heard his last sentence as squeals and laughter of happiness filled the waiting room.

Connie and Steve hugged each other. Nate and Caitlyn shared a passionate kiss. Jason and Ella screamed before hugging each other. Marie and Alan laughed and Alan kissed his wife on her forehead. Tess squealed and hugged the nearest nurse (a young, blonde male nurse, I might proudly add). The former Camp Rock campers plus Sierra formed a group hug. And as for Shane, he just smiled at the doctor gratefully and went in to see the love of his life without bothering to ask for permission.

Her eyes were closed and her breaths were even. His Mitchie looked like an angel in white as she laid down on the bed, unconscious and unaware of the surroundings around her. Shane traced his fingers across her face gently, before bending down to peck her on the lips. He continued staring at her before he was interrupted by a nurse.

"Sir, I'm sorry but we have to move her. She deserves a more comfortable bed," the kind-looking nurse chuckled. Shane smiled at her and nodded.

"Umm... If she wakes up before I come back to see her, can you tell her that she better not have any excuses now?" Shane asked. The nurse looked confused for a minute and looked like she was about to ask him what he meant but decided against it. After all, things between lovers should remain between lovers.

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Mitchie sighed happily as the people she loved chatted animatedly in her private hospital room. No one bothered to keep his or her voice down and no nurse bothered to stop them. It was the perfect picture and Mitchie was glad she was alive to see it. The only thing that was missing now, or rather the only person, was Shane.

The young recovered brunette smiled as she thought about him. She was so lucky to have him and she knew it. She thought about the message Shane had delivered through the nurse and felt her heart beating faster just thinking about it. It was strange though. After being together with Shane for quite a while, he still had that effect on her. And Mitchie was sure he always would.

"Mitchie?"

She was startled out of her thoughts as Marie hugged her and Alan kissed her hand.

"We're so sorry, dear, but we have to leave now. Samantha just called. She has something important to tell us. And umm… everyone here wants to meet her, don't you?" Alan asked loudly as he and Marie looked at everyone pointedly. As if they knew something she didn't, they nodded and hurriedly said goodbye to her before leaving the room, leaving her so confused.

Sighing as she realized she was suddenly left alone in the room, she grabbed the guitar her mother had brought for her by her bedside and started strumming gently. She was still weak from the operation even though it had been three days since it had happened. Three days since she had woken up and three days since she had last seen Shane. She wondered what was going on in that big head of his.

And then she remembered the time when she had been in coma. Shane had been so emotional, so broken and he probably needed time by himself now. She felt that it had been selfish of him to leave her like that but the message from the nurse had assured her that he would be back for her.

In places no one will find

All your feelings so deep inside (deep inside)

It was there that I realized

That forever was in your eyes

The moment I saw you cry (cryyy..)

Tears streamed down her face as the words of her next song formed in her head and her heart. She strummed the guitar as she continued singing and writing down the sudden song in her head. When she was done, tears tracks were on her face but she had the biggest smile on.

"That was great," a voice complimented her and Mitchie looked up. Shane smiled at her and took a seat across the bed.

"When did you get in?"

"Around the start of the song. It'll be your newest hit," he caressed her cheek as he said it. Mitchie grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him towards her closer, fire in her eyes, before pressing her lips against his. Shane smiled into the kiss as he drew her body closer to his. Finally needing air, they both pulled away.

"I love you, Shane Grey. Never forget that."

"And I love you, Mitchie. Don't you forget that."

A/N: Review and tell me what you think! Should I write an Epilogue or is it just better to end it like that?