I paced the room, waiting to hear back from the doctors, it had been two full days since the accident. Since I last heard her voice, saw her beautiful eyes, held her in my arms. I hadn't left the hospital yet, which normally I would be happy about. Not this time though, the reason, they let me stay was because of the fragile state Ally was in. They knew that at anytime things could take a terrible turn for the worse. That, that right there, scares me the most.

My tour is, as of right now, on hold. They cancelled all of the shows for the next few weeks, refunding all the money. I was expecting a lot of backlash from the fans but surprisingly most of them were supportive. Now, I said most because of course not all of them were tweeting #staystrongaustin, but majority were actually concerned for Ally and I. The word of her accident spread like wildfire. My publicist sent out an official press release with all the exact facts. I was surprised to say the least that the whole situation hadn't got out of control.

Even if it did, I wouldn't have noticed though. The only thing on my mind was Ally.

"Mr. Moon?" The doctor walked in and I turned to face him.

"Yes?" I asked him with pleading eyes.

"As you know we took Ally off the sedatives, and well she should be awake by now. We have strong evidence that while in the induced sleep, she may have slipped into a comatose state."

"What does this mean?" I sat down and took her hand.

"Well..she's not responding to the treatments. Her body is healing still but she isn't coming out of it. Her survival rate is still at a solid 38% but with each day of her not coming to consciousness it will go down. She is fighting, I think she can do it but you need to do everything in your power to draw her back." He looked from me to her, back to me.

"How do I do that?"

"Talk to her, bring her some of her favorite things, do some of her favorite things whether it be playing her favorite song or watching her favorite show. Just anything that makes her feel at home, anything that makes her want to come home."

I gave him a small smile then looked to Ally as he walked out. She looked so frail and vulnerable. When inside I knew she was fighting like a warrior. I knew that as long as she held on, so would I. I would fight everyday, I decided to have Joe collect a few things for me from the tour bus and Dez was getting some things from home. Trish was here the day after everything happened but sadly she had to go home due to an emergency with one of her other artists. Both of our parents were here now, my parents go here yesterday and Ally's dad got here around when Trish did. He was leaving today as he had to get back to Sonic Boom.

We were all hoping to transfer Ally to the hospital back home, but in order to do that she would have to be stable. Right now, she is far from stable. Her counts would have to even out and she would have to be able to survive on her own without machines. In a perfect world we would be able to meet our fly date of tomorrow but right now it didn't look good. I was thankful to have her here with me though.

"Austin. How is she doing?" Joe walked in, holding two duffle bags. Ally's and my own.

"She's…" I let out a long sigh, looking over her body and searching for a word to describe this state she was in. "Alive"

"Oh" He dropped the bags on the chair in the corner. "I got you more 'casual' clothes and all of the things of Ally's you asked for."

I shook my head, coming back from being zoned out. I looked up at him and he motioned to the stuff then walked out taking a phone call. I walked over to the bag and looked through some of the things he brought. I picked it up and brought it back to my chair next to her.

I pulled out a cupcake scented candle, which was not to be lighted, as the doctor said. But, hey it still smelled nice. I then pulled out her favorite sweatshirt..aka one of my sweatshirts. I placed it next to her gently. Next there was a small stuffed alligator that I won for her at a benefit carnival I was performing at. There was a couple of pictures in frames that I gave her on numerous occasions, I placed them next to the flowers and cards on her side table. Finally I placed her songbook next to her on her bedside table.

On one last sweep of the bag I found a folder that I had never seen before. It held a bunch of looseleaf papers. I slipped on out and instantly realized that it was a letter from me to Ally. Flipping through the rest I noticed they were all the same, letters from me to Ally. It all came back to me, these were the love letters I sent her in the beginning of our relationship when I couldn't see her for weeks at a time. Every day we were apart and I missed her more than ever, I would send her a letter, old fashioned style.

I looked from the letter to Ally, back to the letter. Taking a deep breath and scooting closer to Ally, I began to read the first letter, out loud to her.

Dear Ally,

Though the miles separate us, the bond we have is far stronger. You are the very one I have spent all these years looking for. You make me smile. You make me laugh. You make me whole. You understand me. You're different from all the other girls. I can not describe the giddy feeling I have when you are near or even when you cross my mind. When I'm with you, you make me feel like it's just you and I in this big world. You have a way with words that makes me melt inside. I am so amazingly happy and I want to spend my life in your life, in your world, and in your arms. I am awaiting the amazing embrace you'll bring when I see you next we-

I couldn't finish the letter, it was too hard. I remember writing this to Ally. I remember the feeling I got, I remembered it all. I remember going out of my way to do special things for her just to show her I love her. Why did I ever stop? Why did I let my ego get out of control again?

I took her hand and kissed it, letting my lips linger there before shifting my face down and letting my forehead rest on her hand.

I began to pray, asking god or anyone to save her. I needed them to bring her back to me. I needed Ally, without her I was nothing. I would probably just waste away to nothing. Drink myself to death, give up my singing career because without her none of it mattered.

"Austin?" I lifted my head to see Dez at the door. "Hey man" He offered a sad smile.

"Hey" I kept my head hanging low, avoiding his concerned gaze.

"How ya holdin' up?" He asked, taking another step forward.

Finally, I met his eyes but quickly diverted them since I had been crying. He took a few steps in before placing a hand on my back. With that one touch I lost it, and I knew he wouldn't judge so I buried my face into my hands and let the tears roll out of my eyes.

"Dez" I strained out after trying to compose myself for what felt like hours. "What am I going to do?"

He patted my back. "Stay strong...for Als." He took a deep breath as we both looked at Ally. "It's all we can do at this point. We just need to sit with her and talk and just show her how much we care about her so she'll come back to us." He said, moving to the chair on the other side of the room.

I tried to listen to his words after that but ll I could think was.

'What if it's too late to care?'

I hope you all like it, I am writing the next update now and would love to hear some suggestions about what y'all think I should include. Do you think they should take the risk of flying her back home to Miami? Who thinks Austin's being to hard on himself, who thinks he should feel guilty? And yay Dez is there now! Sorry I love Dez. lol Thank you to all my reviewers and followers. Until next update! XOXOX