Wow! I was surprised with the positive responses I got from you guys. You guys rock. . Keep reviewing. I love reviews. Just because you reviewed guys, I'm sending you guys another update. :D I'm not really a fast updater... heh. Also, I was planning to get this up earlier but, uh, we had an earthquake, -.-. Enjoy? And howlsatthemoon? Hope your ear gets better? Sorry, hehe. :D Sapphire Rosie
Disclaimer: I don't own Camp Rock.
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Shane couldn't get to sleep that night. He twisted and turned in that little camp bed. Yes, he was still worrying about Mitchie. Shane didn't get to see Mitchie that night in the hospital. Apparently 'visit time' was over. He did try to sneak in though, it didn't work out too well. Finally, Shane drifted off to sleep when he tried to relax.
Shane was in some sort of white room. An empty room, the walls were all white that it nearly blinded his eyes. Squinting, Shane proceeded in exploring the vast room. He exited and went down the also, white corridor. He peeked into one slightly opened door. "Mitchie?"
He opened the door fully and stepped inside. Mitchie was laying on a bed, covered by a blanket. Her face was flawless and beautiful as it had always been. Her hair flowed carelessly around her pillow. She looked, perfect. Shane smiled as he heard her breathing normally.
Almost automatically, her eyes opened. She had a sort of sadness in her eyes. Dark pools of sadness. She smiled softly at Shane and then got off her bed. She was wearing a yellow polkadot sun dress, which she looked oddly spectacular in. Shane's heart jumped as she walked up to him. They were both silent. Mitchie's face was ever so close to Shane.
Sadly she spoke, "I'm sorry."
And she walked away towards the other side of the room. "Mitchie, where are you going?!" Shane exclaimed after her, she continued walking, not answering. She turned around one last time and Shane tried to run to her. But, he couldn't?
"Popstar? I'm moving up. Up to heaven." Slowly, she disappeared into a golden ball.
"Mitchie, NOO!" Shane reached out his arm to grabbed her. But it was too late, too late. She was gone. "MITCHIE!!"
Shane awoke still screaming out Mitchie's name. He was breathing rapidly and had sweat covered all over his body. He suddenly had the urge to visit the hospital that Mitchie was at, right then and there, at 5 am in the morning. Brown tiredly entered the room.
"What in the world are you screaming about?" Brown rubbed his eyes and sat on the bed next to him. Shane was silent. Brown gave in a while to answer but Shane remained as he was. "Mitchie, huh?"
Hesitantly, Shane nodded, his face red. "I -- dying-- no...I couldn't.. s--I couldn't save her..." Shane stuttered, his eyes getting watery.
"Shane, do you love her?" Brown said gently.
Shane pondered on that question for a while. Sighing, he simply said, "Honestly Uncle Brown? I don't know." Brown looked at him seriously, wanting a better answer. Shane thought and thought. "She makes me smile, she makes me feel like a real person. I mean, when I'm near her, she changes me. It's like she puts this amazing spell on me. I love it. Mitchie makes me feel, she makes me feel like myself again. She makes me feel alive. I don't know how to explain it but whenever I look at her I just, I just feel so much, I don't know. But Mitchie. She's, I don't want to lose her."
Brown smiled slightly. "Shane. Do you love her?"
"I... I... I'm afraid. I don't want to say... I might lose her." Shane stuttered, a tear rolled down his cheek. Shane Grey, crying? He buried his face in his hands. Brown sympathetically looked at Shane, for the first time, Shane was afraid.
"Shane." Brown started, but Shane cut him off.
"Yes, yes. I love her. I love her with all my heart. I love Mitchie Torres. I love her." Shane said firmly. He forced himself off his bed and said, "I won't, I won't let her die."
Brown smiled, satisfied. "Well. Tomorrow morning, we'll go up and see her. Tell her that. I know she wants to hear it."
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Shane didn't sleep one wink after their conversation. He wasn't tired. He was determined to show how much he loved her. Of course, Shane knew she would be unconscious, but still, he needed to say it to her. He wanted to write her a song. Concentrating was hard when you didn't get enough sleep, even for Shane. Soon enough, he gave up, too tired and exhausted.
He just picked up the lyrics to 'Gotta Find You' and smiled. Hopefully, that would do. Soon enough, 8:00 am came in the picture. Brown came into the cabin and stared at Shane strangely. Shane's hair was a mess and he was still in his old t-shirt and shorts. He had huge bags under his eyes.
"Shane, get ready. We're going to see Mitchie."
Shane's face automatically lit up and he headed to his closet to get his clothes on. He pulled on his jeans and a shirt and quickly got ready. Brown wouldn't let Shane leave until he ate breakfast, so Shane quickly stuffed everything in his mouth and headed out.
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(A/N So, we just got back in from that earthquake and I lost some inspiration. xD Bare with me?)
The suspense was building. Anxiously, once Brown stopped the car, Shane jumped out of the car and ran his way to the hospital. Brown followed, walking slowly. Almost running into people, he passed through crowds and dashed through the automatic door. Out of breath, he put his hands on the receptionist desk and quickly said, "Mitchie Torres' room, please."
The teenage volunteer wasn't paying any attention, but just kept her head down and ran her index finger down the list. "Room..." She looked up and suddenly squealed. "OH MY GOD YOUR SHANE GREY! So I'm your biggest fan, can I please get an autograph. OMG I love YOU!! I've gotta tell my friends--"
"The room number?" Shane tried again, but the teenager ignored him and continued talking.
"And I have everyone of your CDs, and I memorized all my songs, oh my god and I like totally love you, you're the awesomest guy ever, I tried to go to your concert, but my mom was like, no way, and I was like, MOM! And like seri--"
"Just give me the damn room number."
"Uhh..." The teenager started, a little frightened.
"Please." Shane spat out.
"Room B23..." She replied. Brown came walking through the door, only to find Shane running through the hallways, and looking for B23 on the signs. Brown mumbled something and followed, still walking.
"B19... 21... B23!" Shane muttered, and pushed through the door. Caitlyn and Connie were inside, sitting on the chairs next to Mitchie. It hurt him, seeing her with all those tubes connected to him. Shane bit his lip and walked up to her. Cuts all over her face, it just... hurt.
"Mitchie?" Shane whispered, walking closer to her.
"She's... She's in a coma..." Connie said, sadly. "I don't know much about this stuff but--"
"No..." Shane said, a single tear rolled down his cheek. "She can't, she..."
He sat, disheartened. He moved his hand in a praying position. "Please, god, please." He prayed. "Please, protect this beautiful, talented, and special girl."
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So, I know this one wasn't as long as I would like it... . But uh, yeeah. Addison Taylor suggested me some ideas, so thanks! :D Thanks for reading. Love ya all. I read each and every one of your reviews. . Rosiee