Here's the new chap. Thanks to everyone that reviewed. :) Sorry if the editing in this story sucks, but its really late and this is my third time I'm attempting to upload it.

Sorry Who's that Girl readers! Next chap should be up tommorow hopefully! Had soooo many problems with it!

I loved witing the Wella parts in this chap! Love em! :D

Anyway, enjoy and review! :)

Chapter Sixteen: What If

Bella's POV

It was about eight o'clock at night now, and I yawned, realizing just how tired I was. Sure I hadn't done much today, but I woke up earlier than the others and I so mentally tired & drained.

Sam had just left after dropping off Cleo & Lewis' bags and my mum had brought mine soon after Sophie left.

"I'm gonna head over to our room and have an early-ish night and shower because –no offence- we all stink" I said

"I'll come too" Cleo said as she pulled herself off of the lounge and walked over to me.

"Wait a minute, how do you girls shower, with a tail I mean?" Lewis asked getting weird looks from Cleo & Will, but I on the other hand thought it was a good question. I'm not dirty minded so I didn't think much of the question... but then again Cleo & Will aren't dirty minded either.

"Well, I've been doing it for almost a decade so I just get used to it I suppose. It's kind of like… nup, I can't think of how to describe it for you commoners" I said smiling at the boys offended looks.

As I stood up and pushed my chair into the table Will said "I'll walk you back."

"That's very sweet, but you don't have to. We're both big girls" I said smiling at my boyfriend. "No, actually I agree with Will. We' should walk you girls back or else what sorts of hosts are we?" Lewis said and Cleo & I gave in. Together the four of us left the boys room, on a mission to find room 21.

In the dark, the breeze wasn't cold, but rather quite pleasant after a normal, but humid day on the Gold Coast. As I held Will's hand & Cleo held Lewis', it felt made my hand tickle a little bit, the sensation of Will's warm hand & skin with the warm breeze.

As we walked past doors & numbers, we kept an eye out for the illuminated number 21. After about a minute or 2 walking we found the 'magic' number, or more so the magic door that would open with our key!

The four of us turned, changing our direction we were walking, heading towards the door we had all by now sighted. Slowly our steps led us to a cream coloured wooden door.

"Well, this is us" I said stating the obvious, purely because we were all standing out front of the door, no-one doing or saying anything.

"Alright... well, have good showers and sweet dreams" Lewis said before wrapping his arms around Cleo. He sounded like a bit like a dad in my opinion, which was quite amusing listening to him say it!

As Will hugged me also, his head moved toward my ear. "After your shower, you can come back to our room and talk for a while if you want" he said, whispering into my ear, making that tickle too.

"Sorry, I'm pretty talked out and the bed and pillow inside are really calling my name. Why? Did you want to talk about something in particular?" I asked as I put my arms around my boyfriend's neck.

"No, I just thought I'd offer 'cause girls –particularly you- like to talk" Will said, making me giggle.

"You're so sweet! Anyway I better get in before Cleo does. She uses all the hot water!" I whispered, pulling away from our embrace; but sneaking in a kiss before I did.

"Alright my little mermaid, have a good sleep" Will said as we gave each other a final kiss and I walked to the door, opening it, saying "You too" looking back at him, smiling.

I entered the room and turned on the light. The room was a little smaller than boy's and rather than the chocolate brown & gold colour theme like theirs, ours was full of light browns and greens with luxurious looking furniture. The room had a kitchen, 2 single beds, a desk, bathroom, lounge and coffee table.

I walked over to the beds, asking Cleo who had just walked in "Do you have a preference over which bed?" and I just received a "Nope" in return, prompting me to throw the bag mum dropped off, onto the bed closest to the window.

I got my purple pyjama top out with its matching purple stripy pants. I walked over to the bathroom as Cleo dumped her stuff on the bed.

"I'll be out in a few" I said looking at Cleo from the doorframe of the bathroom.

"Okay" she said, and I entered the room, ready to be reunited with water again.

As I stepped out of the bathroom, fully dried and dressed, I thought about how the shower had been just as annoying as usual. Seriously showers and tails are no fun!

"All yours" I said to Cleo who was sitting on the lounge channel surfing, holding her pyjamas on her lap.

"Thanks" Cleo said as she turned the TV off with the remote, before throwing it onto the lounge and walking off to the bathroom.

I put my smelly clothes that I'd worn the past almost 2 days into my bag, and sat on my bed, contemplating what to do now. There really wasn't that much to do. I suppose I could watch TV, but that wasn't too appealing to me right now. I decided that perhaps an early night was the best idea. I changed my current sitting position and squeezed my legs into the made up bed.

As I squirmed into a comfortable position under the sheets and quilt, I heard the sound of a rush of running water coming from the bathroom, or more specifically the shower being turned on. I didn't count it, but I would bank on the fact that it was 10 seconds later when I heard the sound of something heavy hitting the tiled bathroom floor. Poor Cleo!

After a few minutes the shower stopped and there was some 'flopping' noises coming from the bathroom. Half an hour later, the bathroom door opened, with light flooding into the dark room where I was trying to sleep.

"Sorry!" Cleo said as she saw my eyes opening and blinking rapidly- adjusting to the bright light.

"It's alright, I'm not asleep" I said as she walked to the other bed near my own, and stuffed her clothes into the bag. Similarly to me she then squiggled into under the blankets of her bed.

We didn't talk and after another 20 minutes or so, I was almost asleep, but I could still hear Cleo tossing and turning occasionally.

Cleo broke the silence in the room.

"What if Rikki doesn't make it, Bella?"

I felt my worst fears leaking out and spreading through my body and feelings, from where I had buried them deep inside of me. These were the same fears I had been trying my best to conceal over the past through days.

"You know Rikki. When has she ever lost a fight?" I said to Cleo after about a minute, to make sure that my voice wouldn't choke up when I spoke.

"Yeah I know. Goodnight" Cleo said, as I heard her roll over again.

Thinking about that short conversation, I felt small, wet tears drip down my cheeks. I hoped Cleo wouldn't hear me cry. Right now I just needed to think about things on my own.

That night I cried myself to sleep, asking myself the same question over and over again. But what if she didn't survive?

Please review and let me know what you thought! Will Rikki survive? How is she in the hospital? What is instore?

Also, I'll probably upload another story soon. Currently it will either be 'When I Grow Up' or 'Knowing Me, Knowing You'. Check out my other story ideas on my profile and let me know what story you prefer! Either review or PM me the name. I don't bite & I'm not a mindreader either! ;)

Have a good one
CheddarFetta

Here's the new chap. Thanks to everyone that reviewed. :) Sorry if the editing in this story sucks, but its really late and this is my third time I'm attempting to upload it.

Sorry Who's that Girl readers! Next chap should be up tommorow hopefully! Had soooo many problems with it!

I loved witing the Wella parts in this chap! Love em! :D

Anyway, enjoy and review! :)