Ally's POV

"OH MY GOD! AUSTIN!" I cried. I got up from the bench and kneeled down onto the ground. I kept lightly hitting his cheeks, but he just laid there like a lump.

I needed help, and fast! I couldn't even think with my heart beating a mile a minute! A mile a minute... that made me feel a little better. Where had I heard that from?

What was I thinking? I had no time for that! I turned on my phone and called Trish. "Trish! Sonic Boom! Austin! Emergency! HURRY!" I hung up, kneeled back down, and continued trying to wake Austin up.

I tried and tried for what felt like a few hours, but Austin's eyes remained closed. What was the matter with him, falling off of the bench like that? Why did that happen?

I realized that he wasn't going to wake up from what I keep doing, so I turned him over to see the back of his head. I put my hand on his head, and I felt throbbing. God, he was hurt BAD.

Suddenly, Trish ran in. "Ally, what was with the distr-OH MY GOD! AUSTIN!"

"That's what I said!"

"What are we going to do?!"

"Could you call a hospital or something?"

"Could you?"

I glared at her.

"Fine." said Trish.

I was so worried about Austin. What if he was in a coma? Will he remember his friends or family when he wakes up? Will he remember anything?

I started to cry. I got up onto the bench and slammed my face onto the keys. I nearly wanted to... I just wanted to... UGH!

Trish hung up. "The ambulance is only a couple minutes away."

I let out a huge moan

Trish sat down next do me and started patting me on the back. "Ally, I know this is hard. But the more you worry the worse it'll turn out."

"But I feel like it's my fault that this happened." I somehow managed to say.

"How come?"

"Well, I was talking about my date with Dallas. He fell over when I told him that Dallas said he loved me."

"Hold up, Dallas said WHAT?"

"Long story. Do you think that... bothers Austin?"

"Why would it? It's not like he's in love with you."

Then, I realized. And so did Trish.

Dez's POV

"Who want's toast? DEZ WANTS TOAST! Who want's toast? DEZ WANTS TOAST!"

Suddenly, I heard my phone ring. I grabbed it out of my pocket and answered. "Fisher residence! Please order when your ready!"

"Shut up, you doof. Anyway, it's Trish. I'm at the hospital."

"A mental hospital? That's what I'm guessin'."

"SHUT THE-"

"WOAH, WOAH, TRISH. No need to be embarrassed."

"*sigh* Not the mental hospital, you idiot. The hospital hospital! Austin got hurt!"

"He WHAT!?"

"Get your freckled butt over here. And fast, dimwit."

She hung up.

"How rude of her!" I said. "Austin got hurt? Man, what a terrible time for him. I wish that didn't happen. There's nothing that can make this day hap-" Ding! "Ooooooh! TOAST!"

Ally's POV

After paying extra for an immediate x-ray, I sat next to Trish in a hospital lobby chair, nervous.

After ten minutes of constant worrying, the doctor called us in. "Miss Dawson, Miss de la Rosa."

We got up carefully and walked into the hospital room.

"I hope the news isn't bad." I told Trish, but I jinxed it.

"Austin has a serious fracture in his skull."