Um, wow. I don't think I've ever updated twice in one day of the same story. YAY!

This is really my first time writing angst so bear with me? I'm trying. Let me know how I'm doing. :) Oh, Team Austin is supposed to be 20/21 in this and Austin & Ally are dating.

Breathe Me by Sia is really the inspiration for this one so you should listen to it (on loop) if you can as well as Both of Us (which I don't own the lyrics of) since that's a huge inspiration for the story overall.

Heart Beat – Chapter Two: "Breathe Me"

She had been around the block at the local convenience store when her phone rang. It was nearly half past four in the morning and her mind wouldn't rest. Something was wrong, she felt it in her gut, and she couldn't fall asleep.

She placed her coffee on the counter and fished out the necessary bills as well as her vibrating phone. "Hold on," her tired voice grumbled as she grabbed her coffee and change and headed outside.

"Do you know what time it is, Trish?" Ally wondered, sleep seeping its way back into her body as she slowly made her way back to her apartment. Trish was only ever known to call at obscene hours like this if it was an emergency or she was stressing, the latter becoming a more and more frequent reason. "You know stressing like this isn't good for the baby and-"

Ally was cut off by a sob on the other end. 'Pregnancy hormones never got to Trish this much,' she thought to herself. "It's not the baby, Ally," Trish began. Ally's heart stopped and the gut wrenching feeling she had experienced all night came back full force.

"Trish," her voice wavered, "what's wrong?"

The songwriter could hear Trish take a deep in order to control her sobbing long enough to say what happened. "It's Austin and Dez. I just got a call that they were in a car accident and I couldn't reach you on your cell phone and Austin was airvacced to the hospital and Ally-"

The only sounds that seemed to echo in Ally's mind were Trish's voice repeating "airvacced" and her brand new cup of coffee hitting the pavement as she made a sprint for the nearby building.

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Her heart seemed to pound out of her chest and her legs pumped faster than they ever did during her years on track. Her feet smacked the linoleum floor in no time and Ally made a rush towards the emergency knowing that he would be sent there. Her running was cut short as she tripped over a wheelchair that rested against the wall.

Face down on the floor, Ally knew a bruise would be forming on her cheek soon but that was the least of her worries. She turned over and sat up. Her eyes locked on an incoming stretcher from the elevator and she stood up quickly only to find herself pressed against the wall.

"We need Dr. Harmon in ER now!" one woman in scrubs seemed to yell to no one as she joined the group huddling around the moving bed. As if in slow motion, it traveled past Ally, her eyes trained on the patient lying there.

Blond hair had turned red, his face considerably paler, and bruises littered his body. The small girl could see shards of glass, too deep to take out at the moment without proper medical equipment to sew back up immediately, sticking out in various places. An oxygen mask was across the male's face and the crowd around him sheltered him from Ally's gaze though she still managed to see.

Her love, her boyfriend, the guy who she could see herself with for the rest of her life, her Austin, laid motionless on the stretcher. Ally moved slightly and went to slowly step forward to follow her other half only to be stopped by a nurse. The stubby woman ushered Ally towards the waiting room (the explanation as to why she couldn't go further fell on deaf ears) and she let her, her body numb but her eyes still set on the swinging ER doors.

All she wanted was to be with Austin, tell him that she was sorry, tell him that she loved him more than she could ever express, and to be happy once more.

She wanted to let him know that he was okay...

"I wish I was strong enough to lift not one but both of us..."

Her body didn't move from the hallway in the waiting room where she could still see the ER.

She wanted to let him know that she was here, and that he would make it.