Austin's POV.

I was sitting beside Dad on a flight, and it went fine for a bit, but then it went sour and it crashed, myself being the only survivor. Then it was like the dream rewound itself and it happened again and again, and again. I woke up with fresh, hot tears running down my face and hearing Mom trying to calm me down while rubbing my back soothingly.

"I-I keep having n-nightmares about dad's flight...is he okay? Has he taken off yet? Ow." I ended my concern due to my sore, raspy voice.

"Your dad is gonna be fine, sweetheart. He'll be here tomorrow."

"But they're too real!" I sobbed, trying my hardest not to hurt my throat anymore before asking quietly. "Can I talk to him?"

Mom nodded, dialing his number into Skype before handing it to me, each ring being torture before I finally saw his face, giving me some relief.

"Hey, Dad."

"Hey, sport. Your mom told me what's going on. Flight's just about to take off, so I'm not gonna have WiFi. Did you need something?"

"I just needed to hear your voice, I keep having nightmares about you and the flight going wrong and I was so scared." I sniffed, rubbing my eyes against my arm to keep tears from spilling over. "I should let you go, but I'll see you soon, Dad. Love you." I rasped, smiling at him.

"Love you too, bud."

After that, I fell asleep with Ally stroking my hair softly, similar to just a few nights ago in Pennsylvania.

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Ally's POV.

I had been pacing up and down the waiting room all morning, all the worst case scenarios running through my mind hen Austin's aunt finally came to get us.

"Dez. Ally. You two can go see him now."

Dez and I immediately went straight to Austin's room since Trish had been in the gift shop for over a hour now, and when we got there, Austin was awake and smiling.

"Hey guys." He rasped quietly, his smile just growing when he saw us.

"Hey, buddy." Dez smiled, as the two did their signature handshake while I sat beside him, stroking his hair.

"How're you feeling?"

"Sore, but less sick." He told me before looking around the room in confusion. "Where's Trish?"

"Gift shop."

"How long til my voice goes back to normal?" He turned to his aunt, but she just shook her head softly. "Up to 3 weeks."

Trish came in just before I groaned into a pillow with a large bag from the gift shop, holding her hands in the air.

"Guess who just raided the gift shop?" Before pulling out a small orange dolphin. "I even got Doughy a friend!"

"Thanks, Trish." I smiled as she set the dolphin beside me before turning to my parents. "When can I go home? And When can THIS go away?" I asked, pointing to the IV in my left hand.

"Two days. Not a fan of the pain drip?" My aunt asked as she removed it while I shook my head.

"Ironically, it was CAUSING pain."

"Want some ice cream?" Dez asked me, and I nodded before he put his hand on my shoulder, saying. "I gotcha covered, buddy." Before leaving the room, Trish going to follow as she insisted.

"And I'm gonna go cover him."

My parents and Melissa left the room shortly after so my aunt could talk to them privately, leaving just Ally and I.

"Thanks for taking over the concert. I saw some clips on Today before I was taken in. You were amazing."

"Thanks, Austin. And I'm sorry you weren't able to finish your concert. You were so excited for this one."

"It's okay. Yeah, I'm upset I didn't get to finish it, but you did it better then I could have, which is saying a lot."

She chuckled, running her thumb across my knuckles, before looking in my eyes.

"You scared me pretty badly after your concert in Pennsylvania, Austin. I didn't know what to do. And I'm normally the prepared one in situations like that."

"Sorry, but I'm okay, Ally. Even if my voice doesn't sound great right now, it'll get better." I stopped to gently squeeze her hand. "And thanks for taking care of me."

"No problem. And just remember. You can come to me."

The end.