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These are getting very weird. But it's ok, hahaha! I love weird. Weird is the new cool. :) So, anyway guys, I missed you. I haven't uploaded in a while because I was sick with the flu and I had to "take a break from the computer so my eyes wouldn't be tired." My parent's words, not mine. :D

Anyway, thankfully, I'm great now, and I'll be uploading again! :) Also, some of you wanted me to do Austin's P.O.V, but I'm not too good at that, so I think I'll stick to Ally's.

Ok, enough of talking; on to the chapter! Hope you all like it! :) Woo!

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*Ally's P.O.V*

My days in the hospital bed were horrible.

People came in to visit me like Jackson, Jason and Abigail, who had thankfully survived the bomb. They had all recovered before me, since they had gotten away with just some small wounds. When they came, they brought me flowers and sat on my bed next to me for hours as we talked about all sorts of things.

Except about Austin.

In fact, no one would talk about him. Even my dad, who came in numerous of times, wouldn't mention him. Even when I was the one asking, everyone would just change the subject. So, when Trish walked through the door, I felt relieved, because I knew that she wasn't one to hold secrets away from me…like I had done with her.

As she stepped into the room, I saw that she had been crying. Her eyes were red and puffy, but she refused to look at me. She seemed angry, and I felt a pang of worry and regret. But then, I remembered that if I had told Trish that I was after all going, she would've gone with me. And if she went with me, she would have died, or been wounded. Bur now, she looked safe, which made me happy.

Since she made no effort in making conversation, I had to pick one up. I asked her how she is, and what she's up to, but she just mindlessly arranged my pillows, put water for the flowers on my bedside table and arranged my medicine and water near me. Trish seemed to have changed so much. She looked older, even though I was gone for just a few weeks, no more than a month.

"Why did you do it, Ally?" When she finally spoke, I jumped a little in shock. "Why didn't you tell me? I could've stopped you…are at least I could've been there for you."

The way she was accusing me made me want to cry. I was excepting her to come in, hug me, tell me about how Austin is, about how she is…but I wasn't expecting her to be mad at me. Well…I kind of was, but that was before. Before we landed on that island and came back half-dead.

"I don't know, Trish." I said. I was glad that it no longer hurt me when I talked, since my ribs had recovered. "It's just…that night when you called me, you seemed so happy, and I…I wanted you to stay like that. I didn't think you needed to know, anyway. I mean, you would've eventually discovered that I had gone on that trip, but my first intentions were to get back home safely, and our lives would continue normally."

She scoffed, sitting on the bed beside me. "But none of that happened, did it? Look Ally, I'm sorry I'm acting this way, but you must understand my shock. At first, when I discovered that you had gone on that trip, I felt sad, because you had lied to me. But…but after they announced that there was a shipwreck, I went nuts. So did your dad, really. We all did. I didn't know what to do, how to help. I wanted to fly over the whole world and search for you. Some specialists started saying that you were probably all dead, because of the deadly animals in the ocean. But I knew you weren't. I was convinced that you'll survive. And you did. But…we couldn't find you for ages, Ally."

I didn't say anything. Really, what can I say to that? Trish was right, though. I didn't do well not telling her. But in the end, how could have I known any of this would happen? "I'm sorry."

The curly haired Latina smiled. "It's alright. I'm glad you're feeling better. Now, spill. What happened with the other kids? How did you survive with them? Y'know…being in different cliques and all."

Ah. There's the Trish I know and love. "Well, hm…many didn't survive. Those who made it to the island with me where Abigail, Jackson, Jason, Conner, Selena, and…Austin." I start tearing up as I remember Selena and Conner's deaths. And I'm practically sobbing as I mention Austin's name.

Trish starts to pat my back, from which I feel better. "Selena and Conner where there with you? I didn't see them in the hospital…" She stops when she sees my expression. "Oh. Never mind. And Ally? I know you're worried about Austin. We all are. His mom is here, and…she'd like to talk to you." She kissed my cheek then hurried out of the room.

I lay there in anticipation of Austin's mom, wondering how she'll look, how she'll act…I knew I had to be strong for her, and not cry. No. I couldn't afford to cry. Because really, if it was hard for me, I could only imagine what it felt like to her.

When she walked in, she gave me a small smile, before wrapping her arms around me in a tight embrace. After staying like that for a while, I noticed something dripping on my shoulder, and I realized that tears were spilling out of her eyes. I pat her back, trying to comfort her, and she pulls away, seeming embarrassed.

"Sorry about that," she mutters. "Anyway, how are you, honey?" I'm surprised by how kind she is. I remembered that night on the beach with Austin, and how he had told me about his famous brother and how his mom was always busy. But he had been right, she really is amazing.

"I'm better." I say, and then there's silence for a while. But I just can't stand it, so eventually, I whisper, "I'm sorry about Austin."

Her head jolts up at the mention of his name. Her expression is so filled with sadness that I have to try extra hard not to cry.

She sighs, and her chocolate brown eyes meet mine. I realize now how much she looks like Austin; same blonde hair, same beautiful eyes. "Don't be. It was not your fault. Jason told me what happened. You couldn't have done anything."

I guess she's right. It's not like I could have sensed that bomb. Although I did know there was something wrong with all that food appearing out of nowhere. "Yeah…maybe. Anyway, how is he? No one will tell me, no matter how much I ask."

Austin's mom looked out of the window, her eyes roaming in the distance. She was so lost in thought that it took her a while to answer. "I don't know, Ally. He's breathing. But, he hasn't woken up since that bomb went off, and it's been almost a week. And his legs…oh, never mind."

That sets me off wondering what has happened to his legs. I remember them being blown off the second he triggered that bomb by reaching out for the food. Surely, he wouldn't be able to walk. No optimistic thoughts can change that. He'll probably be stuck in bed for the rest of his life, or in a wheelchair.

I can imagine him like that.

Austin. Austin who jumps around the hallways with a gang of friends always at his back. Austin, who dances everywhere and anywhere. Austin, who, when I freaked out in class about the trip and was sent to the nurse, came to check on me. Austin, whose smile lights up the room.

No.

There's no way that I can imagine him living in a wheelchair. He's too full of life to remain seated forever. All these thoughts bring tears to my eyes, so I do my best to steer of that thought, but my brain won't have it. Image after image of him, with no legs appear in my brain.

I close my eyes tightly, and start murmuring something under my breath. After a few minutes of watching me, Austin's mom sighs and leaves, giving me a peck on the forehead. When I'm alone, I burry my face in the pillow, and let out a silent scream. It feels nice. I have a feeling that it's been building inside me ever since that trip was announced.

Finally, I can't stand it any longer. I swing my feet off the bed, grab the crutch that's supposed to help me walk, and get out of bed. I'm still a bit unsteady, but I manage to get to the door, and out of the room. The hallway is ghostly empty, except for a few nurses here and there, who seem to pay no interest in me.

After roaming around for a while, I spot Trish, and wobble towards her. I startle her when I pat her shoulder, and she instructs me to go back to bed, but I won't hear it. My need to see Austin is too much for me.

I asked her numerous of times where his room is, and she finally, and reluctantly, leads me there. Her hand is linked with mine for support. When we finally reach his room, which is E32, Trish says we're not supposed to go in, anyway.

"Listen Ally, this is his room, but we can't go in. The doctors said not to. He'll be free for visits tomorrow, so in the morning, I'll help you to his room, ok? Now, go back to bed." Trish urges me, and I reluctantly turn away.

When I'm in my room again, I sit on my bed, staring at myself in the mirror. How much I've changed…my brown hair is a mess around head, and I look terrible. My skin is even more pale than usual, which must set some kind of record.

Sighing, I ease myself back into a lying position. Tomorrow, I'll finally see Austin. Finally. As I drift off to a restless sleep, the number of Austin's room, E32, is swimming before my eyes. And in my nightmare, Austin is right behind that door, screaming my name, but every time I try to reach it, some invisible force pulls me away.

I wake sweating and trembling in the middle of the night. Since I know I won't be going back to bed, I turn on the small T.V in my room. And the first thing I see is Austin's brother, being interviewed. Rocky Lynch.

His brown hair was almost covering his eyes, but anyone could see that he had been crying. I cached only half of his sentence.

"…I don't know what happened to him, but I miss him. You hear that, Austin? I miss you. And I'll see you soon, buddy. I promise. Hang in there."

And then his face disappeared, and a reporter replaced him. I couldn't believe what I had just seen and heard. But one thing is certain; Rocky Lynch, the famous pop-star misses his brother, who's in the hospital, on the verge of dying.

As I climbed in bed, I promised myself to talk to Austin tomorrow, even if he can't hear me. He needs to know that his brother loves him.

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