A/N: Another chapter already... haha XD This is a pretty long one, too, with over 3,300+ words :) I hope you'll all enjoy it, and maybe leave a review? I'd like to say thank you to everyone who's already reviewed, and to all your questions... they shall be answered soon ;) Pretty soon, at least :) Anyways, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Camp Rock... or do I? (insertevilmadlaughterhere)

I was terrified to take another step into the unknown, with everything that had happened today. Even if Shane had been at my side for the rest of the day, he couldn't guarantee that we wouldn't run into any more trouble, and I was not in any condition to go through anything else. I was extremely grateful, then, when the police officer offered to escort us to the hospital. It seemed Shane felt the same way, because he didn't hesitate to maneuver me towards the car.

Once I was in the car, I turned and buried my head into Shane's shoulder, trying to ignore the rushing emotions pushing through me. Everything was so overwhelming - everything we'd been through today was pressing down on me. I couldn't believe Shane hadn't left me - or had even attempted to help me in the first place, when it was obvious I was the cause for all these problems that had happened.

And yet he was still here, his hand now resting on my back as he whispered to me that it was over, it would be okay. I didn't get why he'd stayed, or why he was trying to make me feel better, when he hardly knew me at all. Then again, I could wonder the same thing about myself - why did I trust him so much, when I barely had known him for five hours?

And, of course, my thoughts wandered back to the taxi driver. He'd called me 'Miss Torres' and asked what 'Mr. Torres' would think... yet how would he know my name, or... my father's? Or maybe 'Mr. Torres' was my brother or something... but as hard as I tried, I couldn't recall having a brother, so he must've been referring to my father - that was, if my last name even was Torres.

I groaned. Everything was so confusing, and it seemed that nothing was going to make sense. Too many things had happened, and all I wanted to do was, like I've mentioned before, crash down onto a soft matress and sleep, and worry about everything tomorrow.

Shane must have sensed my frustration, because suddenly he was breaking the haunting silence and talking to me.

"Is your last name Torres then?" His tone was soft, gentle, as if he wasn't sure how I would respond. I hesitated - was it? I didn't know, and I simply shrugged my shoulders, unsure of whether to say yes or no, because I honestly didn't know the answer. Oh, this was all so messed up. What person doesn't know their last name? I was about to burst into tears when Shane spoke again.

"It doesn't matter, okay? We'll find out, I promise." Once again, I was reminded of just how amazing this stranger was, to be so kind and thoughtful and to actually care about me... it was almost too much for me to ask for. And yet here he was, comforting me, and telling me that he would help me. I wondered if this all was a dream - a nightmare, and yet a fairytale at the same time, and if so, when I would wake up and return to the real world.

Shane's hand never left my back, and eventually, my breathing leveled and I managed to fall into a restless sleep.

xXxXx

"Mitchie, wake up, we're here." I groaned in response, briefly wondering why someone was shaking me gently and muttering at me to get up. The voice sounded slightly familiar... With another muttered complain, I managed to pry open my eyes... and then it hit me again. The darkness, never ending, surrounding me. My whole world was black, and there was nothing I could do to change it.

I felt myself trembling at the thought of how helpless I was, trapped inside my own body, and unable to do a thing about it. Just the thought sickened me, and I resisted the urge to cry in frustration and partly, fear. I hated being so... disabled.

"We're here." The voice said again, and as my head gradually cleared, I realized it was Shane speaking. Still somewhat confused and overwhelmed by all the rushing emotions, I sat up, realizing I had been leaning against him, and took a deep breath. He must mean that we'd arrived at the hospital, since last I remembered, Shane had mentioned that I needed to at least 'get checked out', as he'd nicely put it.

"Doctors?" I mumbled tiredly, just to be sure, and I heard Shane reply with a 'yes' before he gave my hand a gentle tug, telling me to slide across the back seat and exit the car. I carefully made my way out of the car, glad when my feet finally dangled out and reached solid ground, and I heard Shane offer the driver - whomever it was - a quick 'thank you' before he lead me away from the car.

"There's stairs," He warned, and I noticed how his hand gripped my own a little tighter. "We'll go slow, though." He finished, and I nodded in response, my own steps already faltering slightly. With his slow, helpful responses, and the way he guided me through it, I managed to get up the steps, and only stumble once. And once again, I found myself angry at the fact that I would apparently be helpless to do anything, even step up a few stairs, without someone's help. Unwittingly, I found myself reliving the moment earlier when I'd accidentally run into the middle of traffic...

"Mitchie!" Shane's voice snapped me out of my thoughts, and I thankfully returned to Planet Earth, my hand gripping Shane's tightly as I realized how nervous I was to step into the doctor's office - hospital (or whatever it was). "Relax, Mitchie, every thing's going to be fine, okay?" I frowned as I wondered how he knew I was nervous, and yet I hadn't even spoken a word of my discomfort.

"How did you know?" I asked with a small laugh, voicing my thoughts, and I felt Shane gently give my hand a small squeeze. I noticed, though, that he didn't return my anxious laugh, and there was no hint of humor in his tone when he replied, which made me question just how well he thought this 'visit' would go. He obviously, being able to see and all, knew much more than I did, and this made me more uncomfortable as I wondered just how bad the news would be.

"I can feel how tense you are, even from over here." He replied, "It won't be that bad..." He trailed off, though, and his tone revealed his uncertainty. This only made me want to turn around and just avoid the doctor's office completely. However, with his hand on my own, firmly but gently hanging onto me, I didn't really have a choice.

I heard the sound of the automatic doors opening as Shane led me through, into what I'm not guessing is a hospital, and not a doctor's office (although I could be wrong). My heart pounding in my chest, I felt Shane stop beside me and turn around to whisper in my ear for me to sit down. I obeyed, my hands now moving to grip both of the armrests.

"I'll be right back, okay? I'm just going to grab some papers and then I'm coming right back here and we can fill them out." Shane reassured me, and I could hear his footsteps as he walked away. I couldn't help the panic that rose in my throat as unwilling thoughts entered my mind - of him leaving, abandoning me in this strange place. I forced the horrific thoughts out of my mind, hoping desperately that he wouldn't decide to leave, and instead focused on listening for his returning footsteps. There was so much commotion, though, that I could hardly tell who was who.

I jumped in shock as I felt something brush up against me briefly, and then heard an easy laugh, and realized that Shane had returned, much to my relief.

"It's just me," Shane spoke softly, although I'd already realized it was him, and offered him a small smile. "Ready to fill out some insanely long paperwork?" He asked, and I grimaced as I imagined the countless questions I didn't have the answer to. "Okay, let's start with something easy... we already know your name is Mitchie, and since that taxi driver seemed pretty sure of your last name, we'll conclude it's Torres, if that's okay with you?" I nodded, and I could hear the scribble of his pen on paper as he quickly wrote down my name.

"Next one is your birthday." He spoke again, and once again by some mysterious way, I knew the answer.

"August 20th, 1992." I replied easily, and there was a moment's hesitation - probably from surprise - before he wrote that down, too. He didn't ask how I knew that though, since he probably already knew I didn't know... if that last sentence made any sense at all.

"We'll skip the address, since you already said you don't know. How about I just put my apartment address on there for now, if that's okay with you?" I nodded - at least, if the hospital had his address, he couldn't just decide to abandon me, after all. I smiled at the thought of having someone there for me in this surprisingly scary world. At least I knew he would be there - well, until I figured out what in the world was going on, that is.

"Do you know if you're allergic to anything?" He asked, and I shook my head in response, trying to think of something, anything, that would help me answer these questions, but my brain refused to work. Maybe, if I could get rid of this horrible pain in my head, then I'd be able to think clearly...

"You know what?" Shane asked suddenly, and I frowned at his tone. "I think I'll worry about filling this out lately, I just would like to get you to see a doctor. I mean, I can get a room, I'm Shane G-" He cut himself off so quickly I almost didn't realize he'd stopped talking. I couldn't help frowning at how he'd just stopped mid-sentence so suddenly. Before I could ask him why, I once again could hear his footsteps retreating, and I sat back in my seat with a sigh.

The minutes ticked by, feeling like hours, as my mind kept turning, so many different thoughts swirling in my head. I hated being so confused and feeling stupid and not knowing anything, about myself or anything else. Why? Why couldn't I remember? The possibilites were driving me insane - and the fact that I didn't know if any of them were true or not.

I groaned as I leaned back into the chair, my hand moving up to touch my sore head, and my thoughts returned to Shane as I wondered where he was, and if he was going to be back anytime soon. He'd been gone for at least ten minutes, at the least, and I was beginning to wonder if maybe he'd re-thought helping me, and had decided to walk away.

"Get up, Mitchie." His voice surprised me, and it was a moment before I did as he'd said and got to my feet, my expression uncertain, since I had no clue where he was, only that he was close to me. I felt a sense of relief when he reached out and took my hand, and I was once again able to know he was close to me. "I got you a room, your own, too." The smile in his tone was infectious, and despite my confusion, I manged to grin too, as he began to lead me towards wherever my room was located.

I could hear others' voices, but I focused on Shane's calm, collected tone as he described to me where we were going in hushed tones. I smiled inwardly at how thoughtful he was being, although I was too nervous to hear much of what he was saying.

"Right in here, Miss Torres, Mr. Gr-" The nurse began, but Shane cut her off so loudly that it had my ears ringing.

"Thank you." Although his words were kind, his tone was rushed, and I knew that he, once again, was trying to prevent her from saying his last name, just as he'd cut himself off earlier. I heard the nurse hesitate before continuing, and I didn't blame her.

"The doctor will be with you in a moment." She said, before the sound of a door closing behind us startled me. Shane muttered 'It's fine' quickly, though, before telling me to sit down ontop of the bed. I heard Shane's comforting words, and felt his hand on my back, but all I could make sense of was the panic in my chest, making me tremble and shake.

"Everything will be fine, Mitchie. Maybe they'll be able to help." Shane soothed gently, but I wasn't the least bit comforted. I didn't know why I was so afraid of doctors, only that I was deathly scared of them, and that was enough to send me into panic mode. Maybe it was knowing how often it was they ended up giving bad news to their patients... or maybe it was something else that I couldn't remember.

I couldn't help but stiffen as I heard the door creaking open a few minutes later, and I immediately snapped my eyes shut, for some reason terrified of him seeing them, even though I still had the sunglasses on, by some mircale.

"Hi, I'm Dr. Collins," The doctor's voice was friendly, but my natural instinct had kicked in and caused me to clench my jaw and keep my eyes closed. I felt a hand brush against mine, but I knew almost instantly that it wasn't Shane, and refused to move. I don't know why I'd frozen like this, but I was terrified of being in the same room with the doctor, and having him so close to me wasn't helping. I felt a gentle nudge in my side, and realized Shane had poked me gently, but I couldn't respond.

"Hi, I'm Shane." Shane apperantly had decided to pick up on my slack, "And this is Mitchie," He introduced me, before continuing on. "If you don't mind, I'd like to talk to you in private for a moment." He finished. I wanted to laugh dryly - I already knew what he wanted to 'discuss' with the doctor, and if he was worried about offending me, well then... I really didn't care if he called me insane or mental, or whatever else he would like. It was probably all true, anyways.

"Of course." Dr. Collin replied, and I felt Shane's hand on my arm for a moment, squeezing it gently.

"We'll be right back, Mitchie." He told me, although I already knew they would be back - it was more a matter of when then if. I heard both of their footsteps heading towards the door, which was firmly closed behind them the moment they'd left the room.

Part of me wanted to run while they were out of the room, but the other part of me kept flashing back to earlier, and kept me rooted to the spot. I was afraid to try to leave on my own, since I was blind. I tried to calm myself, therefore, by standing up and slowly making my way across the room, cautiously placing one foot in front of the other. After a moment, my hand found the wall, and I followed it until my fingers found what I supposed was a window.

I stopped, my hands running along the edges of it as I stared out, trying to ignore the blackness and imagine what it would look like from outside the window. Was there trees, or simply more massive buildings, like the one I was in? Or maybe there was a small neighborhood, and some children playing a game a few streets away. As badly as I wanted to, I would never know the answer to that simple question. Life could be so unfair.

Would I ever be able to see again? The question was stupid, I realized, the moment that I thought it. How could I even dare to ask myself such a thing? I was only torturing myself with possibilites that would never come true, and causing myself more pain in the long run.

My hands unconciously gripped the ledge of the window tighter, until I could barely feel my fingertips, as I tried to block out my unwanted thoughts. I didn't want to think about my blindness, since there was nothing I could do to change it. I didn't want to think about the fact I'd never be able to get around on my own (Well, eventually, maybe I would be, but it would take years), because it made me want to give up.

I bit my lip, my hands still clutching the window sill, and a bout of grief struck me as I realized I'd never be able to know what was happening outside of the window. As simple as it might seem to someone else, it felt like I was missing a part of myself. There was always going to be a piece of me missing.

The sound of the door opening drew me from my thoughts, and I heard Shane's footsteps falter as soon as he'd entered the room.

"Mitchie?" His voice was nervous and questioning, but I didn't turn my head towards the sound of his voice. "What are you doing?" He swallowed so loudly I could hear him, and I frowned at the anxious note in his tone before turning towards him, my eyebrows furrowed together.

"Could you come and sit, please, Miss... Torres." Dr. Collins asked, hesitating before speaking my 'name', and I still couldn't decipher the concerned tone he used, although I was willing to comply.

I flinched slightly as Shane's hand found mine, although only out of surprise, before I allowed Shane to lead me back over towards the bed. I didn't know why they both had been speaking so strangely, but I was too tired and nervous to worry about it for long.

I sat down, my legs swinging over the edge, and I resisted the urge not to lean away when I felt Dr. Collins move closer to me. Shane's hand squeezed mine, and so I stayed in place.

"Now, Miss Torres, let's see about getting you checked out."