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*Ally's P.O.V *

I woke up to the sound of my own heart beating loudly against my chest.

A nightmare.

It wasn't any different than the usual; seeing Austin's legs getting blown off again and again. I swipe my feet off the bed, and wipe my sweaty palms of my hospital gown. It covers only a small portion of my legs, so the rest of them are bare, and I shiver as they come in contact with the chilly air.

The only thing in my head is Rocky's cheeks, wet with tears and his eyes, red from crying. And I know that I must find Austin. Trish told me not to go without her, but I know where his room is, so I grab a crutch to steady myself, and open the door.

Once I'm outside the room, I get dizzy from the number of people crowding around me, walking up and down the corridors, some doctors, and some patients. I try to ignore them, as I weave my way towards Austin's room. I only vaguely remember the way there, but soon enough, I'm standing in front of room E32. I take a deep breath, and ease the door open, as quietly as I can. Sighing, I think that it's not like I'll be able to wake him up, anyway.

Lucky for me, the room is empty. Austin's bed is in the right corner of the room, right next to the window. I smile as I watch the sunlight dancing over his hair, making his blond hair look gold. His eyes are closed, and for a moment I panic because he might as well be dead. But then I see the raise-and-fall of his chest, and a sigh of relief escapes me.

I walk towards his bed slowly, and when I reach him, I run my hand over his hair. It's damp. He's been sweating as he sleeps. His legs, or what's left of them, is covered, so I can't see the damage that's been done. Another sigh of relief comes from me. I probably won't be able to handle it if I could see.

Sitting on the edge of his bed, I continue stroking his hair. Tears stream down my face. I have to look away, but I can't force myself to do so. I continue staring at his face, the face that I fell in love with on that deadly island. And the face, that I wouldn't even are to glace at before.

It's weird, what this trip did to us. I grew so close with a boy who I had nearly never talked to, besides maybe a sorry, if he nudged me while passing me in the hallway. But nothing else.

"Hey." I say softly. I continue to idly stroke his hair. "I miss you, Austin. I miss your voice. I miss your smile. I miss the way you laugh. I miss everything about you." By now, my face is damp with tears, and some are falling down onto his arm. "I know..." I pause to take a breath, "I know you can't hear me. But guess what? Yesterday, I saw your brother on TV. He misses you, too, you know. He really does. He's coming to see you, he is, he said he is." I take his hand, and rest my forehead on it. "But you have to wake up. You have to. I won't be able to deal it if you...If you die, I die, too. Because if you aren't there, there is no world for me. I know, it's weird for me to say that. Because I lived just fine without you before. But now it's different. I got to know you, and I fell in love with you."

I stare down at his face. His full lips. His well-structured cheek-bones. His eyebrows. My finger traces his jaw line. "You were my first kiss, you know. My first love, the first time I've cared this much about someone. You were my first everything. And I can't lose you. I can't! I just can't!" I'm yelling now. "Do you hear me, Austin? I can't live without you! Wake up, Austin. Wake up!"

But he doesn't. He stays with his eyes closed, his heartbeat so slow, I have a feeling it can stop at any second. I know I have to leave soon, but I can't let go of his hand. Maybe all the terror that's been building up inside of me since the trip is driving me a bit crazy. But I don't care. My fingers are laces with his, and I refuse to release them.

His palms are cold. I stare at the machine next to his bed. I'm no doctor, but I can see it shows his heart beat. The machine is called a cardiac monitor, I think. And again, I feel scared that it might all of a sudden stop.

Suddenly, though, the machine starts beeping. I don't know what it means, but I can see than his heart rate is speeding up.

And all of a sudden, it stops altogether.

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