A/N: Hey guys! Sorry for the long wait, but I decided to update because... I got to meet Demi! It was about two weeks ago but it's still amazing :) Haha, it was the BEST day ever :D She is so beautiful in person, and so sweet :) Ahh, it was AMAZING! lol. It was kind of rushed because she had to start warming up soon, but she was still so nice & it was such an awesome moment :) I would just ramble on and on, because it seriously was just... amazing, but I won't bore you to death or annoy you by rambling, plus I know you all probably want to get to the next chapter ;)

So, with regards to this chapter, I know some parts might seem unrealistic- but know that I've been watching a TV show who's tag-line is basically "Imagine the impossible" "Nothing is impossible" kind of thing, so just remember that when reading this, haha ;) And now that I've said that, carry on! ;) Enjoy & maybe review on your way out? :D P.S Sorry for the crappy ending!

Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Camp Rock!

The first thing Dr. Collins wanted was for me to take off my glasses. This was, of course, the one thing I didn't want to do, probably more than anything else. I was afraid, although why, I wasn't sure.

Shane was on one side of me, coaxing me in an attempt to easy off the sunglasses, but I refused to let him as I shook my head fervently, my hands blocking the glasses. I didn't know why I was so afraid of taking off the glasses - maybe it was because I was afraid of what the doctor was going to say, or how they would react. I was terrified, and for no obvious reason. If I really thought hard about it, I hadn't even had these glasses until some kind stranger had shoved them into my hands.

"Come on, Mitchie, please?" Shane asked, again, and I hesitated. Was I being stupid - acting like some immature child? After deciding that I probably was, I slowly lowered my hands away from my face, probably much to Dr. Collin's relief. I paused before pulling off the glasses, although I almost immediately snapped my eyes shut. I heard Shane give a frustrated sigh from beside me, and Dr. Collins shifted his weight.

"Mitchie..." Shane's voice was getting impatient, although I knew beneath his frustration there was pity, but Dr. Collins cut him off.

"Miss Torres, if you don't mind, I do have a lot of patients to go see. If we could just hurry things along a little, I'd appreciate it." His tone was calm and patient, and something told me that he'd had a lot of experience handling others like myself, and for some reason, this comforted me. With a small sigh, I forced my eyes open.

"I'm going to shine this light in your eyes now." Dr. Collins told me, and I briefly wondered if he'd mentioned that fact just to see if I would be able to see it, but my hopes quickly dulled as I realized nothing was happening - there was nothing to break up the blackness but more darkness. I groaned inwardly - why did I keep getting my hopes up only to have them crushed? "Nothing?" Dr. Collins asked softly, seemingly reading my thoughts, and I shook my head sadly. I felt Shane grip my hand tighter, and I was once again reminded of how grateful I was to him, for everything.

"That's okay, we'll figure everything out after we've run a few tests, Miss Torres." Dr. Collins reassured me, but at the mention of tests, I shrank back, not sure why the thought had added onto my fears.

"What kind of tests?" I asked timidly, wondering if maybe part of the reason I was afraid was because I couldn't physically see what was going on, and the thought of being so vulnerable was bothering me.

"Nothing major, don't worry." Dr. Collins replied surely, and I nodded, although he hadn't been very specific at all. "Lie back, please, Miss Torres?" He asked, and with the slightest hesitation, I unwillingly agreed and found my head resting on a pillow.

The next hour seemed to pass in a blur - mostly because I was busy trying to block out everything Dr. Collins was doing by focusing on my thoughts or Shane. I wondered if I had been born blind, or something had happened that had caused me to be this way. I wondered why I couldn't remember anything past walking in Los Angeles this morning, and if I was originally from the city, or somewhere else completely. I wondered if 'Mr. Torres' was referring to my father, or my brother, and then I wondered if I even had any brothers or sisters.

Countless of who Mr. Torres was, where was he now, and was he even related to me? If so, did he miss me, or know I was gone? At the thought, I let out a groan, imagining what it would be like if he didn't even care. Whatever Dr. Collins had been doing, he must have stopped immediately, because the pressure on my skin lifted almost instantaneously.

"Did that hurt?" He asked, his tone sounding a little worried, and I could feel Shane stiffen slightly beside me. I shook my head as soon as he'd uttered the words, letting him know that my moan hadn't been in response to whatever he'd been doing.

"No, no. Just thinking." I assured them, and I could feel Shane once again relax. A small smile on my face, I wondered why he'd even decided to save me in the first place, and if maybe fate had something to do with it. No, of course not, I was being silly... still, I couldn't understand why he'd stuck with me for this long when all I'd caused him was trouble.

But, nothing much in my life was making much sense at the moment, and somehow, I had the feeling that it all came down to the terrible ache in my head. It wasn't just a normal headache - even I knew that much.

"So, now, about your head... Shane says you're having pains?" Dr. Collins must be a mind reader, I decided, because there simply was no other solution for the fact that I had been thinking about my head when he'd asked me. Sensing he wasn't doing any tests but simply asking a question, I sat up slowly, nodding.

"Yes. I don't know how to describe it except that it isn't a regular headache, but more like this... cloud of pain, if that makes any sense at all." I replied, "I keep getting dizzy a lot, and it's not getting any better." I finished, and there was a pause as Dr. Collins considered what I'd said. Next, he'd probably blurt out it was fine and would go away with a little rest, as most doctors usually said.

"Hmm..." He hesitated, before I heard him begin to shuffle around, probably looking for something. "I'm going to try something, Miss Torres. Once I do, I need you to tell me everything that you experience, okay?" I nodded, my heart skipping slightly as I wondered what he was going to do, and if he actually thought it was going to work.

"If you could just lie back again..." I immediately did as he said, and I could feel myself trembling in anticipation. "I'm going to put these into your eyes - just some drops, that's all." He continued, and as I forced my eyes open, I felt him add a few drops into each eye. Almost instantly, I got a reaction.

My eyes burned. With a screech, I sat up, my hands covering my eyes as I willed the pain to stop, but it only increased. I knew I was crying now, but I didn't care - the pain was excruciating. I heard Shane shouting in the background, and Dr. Collins calmly speaking back to him, but I couldn't hear what they were saying, because I was lost in my own agony.

And suddenly, I froze, despite of the pain coursing through my eyes, and blinked. Breaking through the darkness, there were tiny spots of... color? They were very faint, and they faded away almost as soon as they appeared, but it still caused me to marvel at this small fact. How had that happened? Faint spots had appeared, and the pain had stopped.

"What just happened?" I asked quietly, my heart still racing from the last few seconds, and I heard Shane's shouts break off mid-sentence, and Dr. Collins short reply.

"I had a bad feeling this was the case." He sighed, and I bit my lip nervously as I waited for him to speak, wondering what he was going to say. Did he actually know what was causing this - my headache, the sudden pain, and even my blindness? It seemed unlikely, and I didn't want to get my hopes up just for nothing. I heard him swallow, as if he was almost afraid to say what he was thinking, and I frowned - especially at his next words.

"Shane, may I talk to you privately for a second?" His tone suggested that whatever he had to say, he wasn't going to say in front of me, which only made me more nervous. If he knew what was wrong with me, why wouldn't he tell me? It just didn't make any sense, and it only made me panic more in the long run.

Shane, also, sounded unsure when he replied with a 'sure', and once again, I could hear their footsteps retreating as they left the room. My heart racing, as I wondered what was so top-secret that I, who was who needed to know, much more than Shane, couldn't even hear what he had to say.

With a frustrated sigh that was partly out of my own nervousness, I heard the door shut again, and knew they were both out of the room, while Dr. Collins told Shane, who was practically a stranger, something about myself, which he had almost refused to mention in front of me. This day just kept getting crazier and crazier. Why would he tell Shane what he thought was wrong with me, and not me?

Biting my lip, I tried to block out all the far-fetched possibilities that had begun to run through my mind. I didn't want to jump to some horrifying conclusion and then discover I'd gotten worked up over nothing, or vice versa.

I had a feeling, though, that whatever Dr. Collins was telling Shane, was going to make an major impact on my life.

xXxXxXx

I jumped, so lost in my own little terrible world that I'd almost forgotten Shane and Dr. Collins were just outside of my door - or rather, now they were back in the room. I frowned, sitting up straighter in confusion - I could literally feel the anger radiating from Shane as he stormed into the room. Pushing back a little farther into the pillow, if only to give myself a slight distance from Shane, I waited for one of the two to speak and explain why Shane was in such a rage.

No such explanation came, however, only a shock as Shane grabbed my hand, ignoring the way I flinched at his sudden touch, and gave it a firm tug, almost yanking me straight out of the bed.

"Get up." His tone told me he was finally loosing it - even though he'd managed to stay calm earlier when dealing with the boys and then the taxi driver, and then the random gun man, he was making no secret of the rage he was feeling. I shrank back, terrified of why Shane was so angry, and what he was doing, considering his mood. I wasn't sure if I wanted to go anywhere with him, when he was aggravated.

"Shane-" I tried, but he cut me off before I could even utter a single statement, his voice icy cold. He sounded dangerous, and it scared me to the core.

"Get up. We're leaving." I could hear him clenching his jaw, grinding his teeth together in a furious way that made my heart skip a beat, as I wondered if he was mad at me, or whatever Dr. Collins had told him. When I didn't move, he pulled me so hard, and so fast, that I nearly fell out of the bed and crashed into the ground. Dizzy, barely managing to catch myself, I sent a harsh glare in his general direction.

It was as if he was in such a wrathful state that he didn't even notice what he'd almost done, and almost instantly, I felt him pulling me along, while I stumbled after him, trying my best to keep up with him.

"Dr. Collins, thank you." Shane's voice held no animosity towards the doctor himself, although his voice was a little forced, so maybe Shane truly was mad at me. The thought shocked me, and I prayed that it wasn't true - I didn't know how I would manage on my own if Shane just decided to up and leave me - maybe he was sick of me. Maybe I'd done something to offend him... I didn't know, honestly. He'd seemed fine, maybe a little nervous, the rest of the time he'd been here, but now... I was terrified he was going to do something irrational, simply out of anger.

I was almost afraid to ask why he was so riled, seeing how blunt and taunt he was being, but at the same time I was terrified to leave the hospital, not knowing why he was angry, or what he was going to do once we actually left. His firm grip, however, pulling me along behind him as he stormed out of the hospital doors, left me with no choice but to follow him.

He hardly paused, even when we hit the stairs, and I almost toppled down them. Without hesitating, he quickly caught me and steadied me, although he only slowed his pace slightly. He didn't seem to care that I was struggling just to make my way down the few stairs, and he surely wasn't trying very hard to help me. It was as if he didn't want to even touch me.

"Shane-" I tried again, desperate to get his attention and, first, ask him to slow down and, second, ask him why he was so annoyed. His harsh words, though, put a quick end to anything I might've been ready to say.

"Mitchie, not now." There was no trace of warmth in his voice, only cold-hearted anger, and I unwillingly felt tears filling my eyes at his unnessacary harshness. I heard a short whistle, and then the screech of tires against the pavement, and felt Shane, once again, pulling me forwards. "Duck." He whispered, his tone suddenly somewhat softer, and I obeyed, although he barely allowed me time to lower my head before I was pulled into the car.

I wanted to ask why he was acting so angry and irrational, but I didn't dare. He'd already told me to wait until later - maybe until his inital anger wore off, or maybe... maybe meant until he managed to find a way to dump me somewhere. I was still frightened by the fact that he seemed to frustrated with me, and I couldn't help but wonder if he was regretting ever trying to help me in the first place.

The thought made me think about the fact that it might not be long until I was wandering down a random street alone, again, helpless and wishing there was someone to save me. It had happened earlier, and I didn't fancy re-living such a vulnerable moment.

With a start, I realized that my wish had already come true. Shane had jumped in just in time - although, if he'd come slightly earlier, I wouldn't have complained - and the thought of loosing him terrified me. Already after just this short time that I could remember, he was there, and I didn't know how I'd manage on my own, when I couldn't even remember my own address. Where would I go, what would I do, if he left?

I tried to ignore his angry demeanor, but the truth was that I was scared. I was afraid he was angry with me and was going to leave, and I already knew that I wasn't able to get along on my own. I needed Shane with me, at least until I found out why I was in L.A., why I was blind, and why everything was still so confusing and I couldn't remember anything.

I didn't realize that I had started crying until I felt a tear rolling down my cheek. Sniffing, I immediately wiped it away, hoping he hadn't noticed, but I felt him lean closer to me, and he spoke again, his tone now filled with confusion and concern, the anger and harshness faded away.

"What's wrong?" His sudden worried tone made me flinch - only moments ago, he'd hardly wanted to speak to me, and now he sounded as if he actually cared. I turned away from him, burying my face into my hands and hoping he would just leave me alone until I managed to calm down. Unfortunately, I felt him move and his hand touch my arm, hesitantly.

"Mitchie?" His tone was low, as if he was afraid to ask what was wrong, and I ignored his pleading tone. Sighing, he gave the driver a quick address, before returning his attention to me. I wished he wouldn't. He was being so thoughtless and harsh just moments ago, why had he seemed to have a sudden change of heart?

I flinched when he grabbed my hand in his own, because I didn't want him to touch me now. I didn't want to be near him - I didn't want to think about him, mostly for fear of the growing possibility he'd leave.

My head turned away from him, I tried to wipe away my tears with my free hand, thinking of how stupid it was that I was crying over the fact that Shane - who was still practically a stranger - was acting angry with me. Why was I so stupid?

"Mitchie." There was a sigh in his tone, as if he knew exactly why I was crying, and he knew it was partly his fault. "I'm sorry." He continued, and I knew by his tone that he was being honest, but still, that didn't explain his actions. I just wanted to try to gather my confused emotions and ignore all the mixed feelings I was getting - first Shane was acting as if he was terribly angry at me, and suddenly he was once again being caring and normal? Was there something wrong with him, or me?

I curled into the corner, hating everything about my life at this moment, while Shane gave a loud, depressed sigh from behind me, and I felt him lean forwards, into me. I wanted to push him away, to ask him what I'd done wrong, I wanted to scream at him for how he was acting. I did nothing except flinch and lean closer towards the car door in a rather lame attempt to get as far away from him as possible. It wasn't easy, since he refused to let me.

"Mitchie." This was the third time he'd said my name, and this time his tone implied he wasn't going to stop until I replied. Still shaking slightly, I turned my head towards the sound of his voice, my thoughts jumping to wonder what his face looked like, before I brushed the image aside and scowled at him.

"Will you please just leave me alone right now?" I asked, my tone harsher then necessary, and I heard him take a deep breath at the hurt in my voice. "I get it - you're angry at me, you'd rather leave and you're probably wondering why you ever even stopped to help me in the first place." I realized I was sobbing when my voice cracked halfway through my small rant, and before I could continue, I felt Shane pull me into a tight, much needed hug.

I broke down in his arms, all the stress from the day's past events pouring out, as I grabbed at Shane, my hand gripping his shirt and my head lowered into his shoulder. He didn't tell me to stop crying, or say anything at all, but simply held me in a way that told me maybe he hadn't been angry with me, in the first place, after all. That thought, of course, made me wonder exact what he'd been upset about, if that was the case.

"I'm not going to leave you, Mitchie." His tone was soft and apologetic - I knew he was thinking back to how harsh he'd been earlier, "Even I'm not that cruel." I frowned at his word choice - although I was too distracted to question him. "I couldn't do that - I wouldn't, you have to believe me." His tone sounded almost pleading, and I flinched at the intensity of his tone. He was practically begging me to believe him.

I released the breath I hadn't known I'd been holding, and tried to calm my breathing. He'd just confirmed something that had terrified me beyond belief - at least now I knew he wouldn't leave.

He wasn't leaving me.

The thought somehow managed to overwhelm me, and before I knew it, I was crying once again - this time, though, it was tears of joy.

"But, if that's the case, why were you so angry earlier?" I couldn't resist asking, and I felt Shane tense almost immediately. There was a moment's pause before he responded, almost as if he was reluctant to speak.

"I'll tell you later, okay? I need to cool off for now - I can't even think about what they did to you."