Ok, I'm so sorry it took so long to update, I got writers block, but I hope you enjoy this chapter, it's slightly different so I hope you like it. Review and constructive criticism welcome. I don't own Austin and Ally, but I own Selia. Please forgive for not updating sooner.

Chapter 4

Ally's POV

Ok, what just happened, I was about to leave when Austin wakes up and calls my name, then my cuz, comes in and comforts him and I think if Austin knew I am in his bedroom, then he would never have changed his clothes, but I had the decency to look away. I'm just so confused, Austin thinks I might die, Selia is putting up a good face, but I know she has her doubts and now I'm seriously tired again. I lie down on Austin's bed and close my eyes; I'll just rest my eyes for a bit, I'm worn out.

Austin's POV

I walk down the hospital corridor in a daydream, praying that Ally will be sitting up in the hospital bed smiling, her chocolate brown eyes sparkling, and telling everyone that they were silly to worry about her, but I knew it was a long shot. Selia and I arrive at Ally's room, and nothing had changed, it's like we never left, everything the same, down to the last crease in the bedspread, it makes me sad. I walk over to the chair next to Ally and sit down, I hold her hand, and look at her, and I sit like that, for hours.

Selia's POV

I feel like, I'm observing the most tear-jerking film of all time, but I know it's real, I'm scared, no I'm petrified, seeing Ally in a coma is driving me insane with worry, but I have to put up a brave face for Mr and Mrs Dawson and for Austin, Trish and Dez. I have no time to just worry, I have to stay optimistic, if not for my sake, but for theirs.

I watch Austin with Ally, he looks lost, and I know he's scared, we all are. I walk to the reception and ring the bell as no-one is there. I start to think of what I could to do to help, when someone behind me coughs, breaking me out of my trance. "Oh, hi umm can you help me?"

"Yes dear, how may I help you," she asks, very politely and sweetly.

"Well, umm, who's paying for Miss Allyson Maria Dawson's treatment, and how much does it cost?" I answer, looking down nervous.

"Who's asking, sweetie?"

"Umm, me her cousin, Selia,"

"Well, I'll need some form of ID, dear," she says, smiling at me.

"Oh," I begin rummage around my handbag for my purse,

"Well, here's my business card, studio card, passport and aeroplane licence oh and business licence, are these ok," I ask nervously

"Umm, I think so dear, I'll ask my supervisor" she answers, looking at all my cards and passport.

"Okay," I say and she walks off to find her supervisor, I look around and I see the name of the receptionist, Julia, nice name. Julia arrives with her supervisor, he shakes my hand and I observe him, tall, black hair, friendly, but clearly stressed about something, possibly a wife, I look at the wedding finger, a pale line is where a ring is supposed to be, recently divorced, age I say about 23-24. I make these judgements in about a minute, he speaks.

"Hello, I'm Dr Jones, supervisor, of this section, how do you do?" I switch to business mode.

"I'm Selia Devonport, lovely to meet you, I'm fine and how do you do?" I say smiling slightly, the receptionist is shocked at my transformation, from shy teen, to confident business woman. I clearly startle Dr Jones as well.

"I'm fine, now about your ID," he says quickly regaining his composure.

"What's wrong, with them, they're perfectly legit," I reply, smiling my sweet, business smile, that always seals a deal.

"Well, they say your 15, and you certainly don't act or look like a 15 year old," he says, that got on my nerves.

"Well, it's true I'm 15, but your 23-24, and you don't act that your age, and you are the supervisor of this area, so you have a nerve to criticise me," I point out, not too subtly. He begins to look nervous, good it means I right.

"Well, you are perfectly, correct and I see no reason for you to lie, so you can have the information," he says, , then he quickly retreats, I smile at the receptionist, switching back to shy teen.

"So can I have the information please," I say as I collect all my cards and my passport.

"Well, Mr and Mrs Dawson are paying for her treatment and it costs about $5000 a day," she says, I must of looked shocked, and she smiles.

"Why is it so expensive," I ask not hiding the shock in my voice.

"Well, because the equipment is so expensive, and she has a private room," she replies, probably thinking it was obvious, but as I'm British, putting on a very successful American accent, as it seems, I didn't know. Then I realise how I can help, because I know Mr and Mrs Dawson, won't be able to afford it for long. I smile at the receptionist.

"I want to pay for Miss Allyson Maria Dawson's treatment please," I say getting my credit card out, I look at the receptionist who is clearly startled. She smiles at me like I'm delusional.

"Dear that is very sweet of you, but I don't think you will, be able to afford it, it's very expensive as you know," I frown at her, annoyed.

"Miss, I own a multi-billion pound business empire and I'm 15, I think I'll be able to afford it, she is my cousin and I'm going to pay for the best damn treatment she can get, got it, good, now take the damn credit card," she looks at me startled as I thrust the credit card at her, I didn't realise that, I had been yelling at her. She takes the credit card and asks me to put in my pin, and I do just that, she types on the computer, but I'm not sure what, and then she hands me back my credit card and I smile at her and say "Thank you." She smiles back and I walk away feeling good because I know that Mr and Mrs Dawson won't go bust, from paying for Ally's treatment, because I am. I smile a real smile and go back to Ally's room.

I hope your glad you found out a bit more about Selia, and please REVIEW I mean it thanks. :D

P.S I know nothing of the medical treatment in America so I guessed a random number, so sorry for the inaccuracy, its just a guess.