Disclaimer: I still do not own Camp Rock.
A/N: YAY! I had a great response to the last chapter however, I was looking at my viewer traffic and i had seriously like a few hundred readers and thousands of traffic hits so with that in consideration I was a bit disappointed by the response. / This chapter is going to be short but hopefully to the point. I'm too exhausted to write because I have just been going non-stap these past few days now that I finished school. PS- thank you to all who wished me well on my exam... I find out my score/fate soon! haha.
Mitchie and Shane sat in her cabin quietly reviewing the days events which went just about anything but planned. Sure, they got their payback, but now karma was being a total bitch.
Danielle had been rushed to the hospital hours earlier to try to be revived. They said the chance that she would actually make it was about 25 percent and even if she did there would most definitely still be complications from the lack of oxygen flow to her brain for the amount of time that had passed. Brown had rode to the hospital with Danielle and had filled Shane and Mitchie in on the status of her health via cell phone in the waiting room. He explained to them as the medic had done in the ambulance that depriving the brain of oxygen for an extended period of time has a stranggling effect on the brain cells and often kills them quickly. Danielle, if she made it, may even have to learn how to walk and talk again depending on the amount of deterioration she had endured while she wasn't breathing.
Shane's cell phone sat on the bed between himself and Mitchie who were sitting indian style opposite each other in silence, staring at the phone almost pleading it to ring with good news, or at least stop the anticipation with a sure answer. They were sick of the unknown.
Shane finally broke the silence. "Mitchie, I just want you to know, whatever happens, I'm in this with you and I will always love you no matter what the outcome is." He looked her sincerely in her distant, glassy eyes.
"I know, Shane." She replied about sounding absolutely disconnected. After the hysterical crying had stopped she had moved into her next faze, which was completely disconnecting herself from people and her emotions.
Shane's heart broke to see her like this. He wanted to reach out and touch her, hold her, tell her it was okay, tell her he loved her, and kiss her, but even though they were only inches apart, Shane knew he couldn't bridge the gap that span miles between them emotionally. He could only hope this would be a passing phase like her last state of shock and horror was.
The room became silent again. A long, cold, heart breaking silence. Misery hung heavy in the air and filled the room with a feel of desolation.
The phone then broke the silence with a long exaggerated ring as if time was moving slower to ensure their long agony.
Shane and Mitchie's eye's met at once, both with a knowing look, as if trying to decide who should be the one to hear their fate and give the somber or auspicious news that could make or break their lives in a few short moments.
They knew who it would be and agreed without a single word on who would be the one to concieve the information. Shane streched his arm towards the phone picking it up and accepting the call of fate.
"Hello?" He answered meekly.
Mitchie sat their studying Shane's face as a voice droned on and on that could only be heard in a muffled blur. She watched his face intensely looking for signs of the new he was receiving, be it good or bad, but no matter how hard she looked, his face did not give a single glance of hope, nor despair. It was completely unemotional, which would make it even harder to wait for the news to be confirmed.
"Okay. Thank you, Uncle Brown." Shane finally said after what felt like an eternity.
Shane hit 'end call' and sat the phone back down.
Mitchie stared up at him, her eyes pleading. "Well?" She managed, a lump forming in her throat.
"He said they did manage to revive her..." Shane began.
"Oh thank God!" Mitchie exclaimed, letting the tears pour out that she had been chocking back and flung her arms around Shane.
Shane cradled her protectively kissing her forehead and stroking her hair. "Mitchie, he said that there is still a possibility of death. Nothing is one hundred percent yet, she still has to under go another big surgery tomorrow to repair some of the brain damage." He rested his chin over her head, holding on to her as if she were the most valuable piece of treasure in the world.
"Shane?" Mitchie asked pensively.
"Yeah?" Shane replied.
"Do they know what happened?"
"They don't know the whole story, Mitchie. They think the canoe just had a malfunction." Shane confessed.
"Oh." Mitchie uttered. The room was silent again, but not such a bad silence this time as they held each other.
"Shane?" Mitchie asked again.
"Yeah, baby?"
Mitchie bit her lower lip and thought carefully choosing her words. "I won't tell, if you don't tell."
Shane took in this notion, he's have to pass this by the others too if he sided with it.
He took in a sharp breath. "Deal." He confirmed, and sealed it with a kiss.
"I love you too." Mitchie said thinking back to his speech earlier before the call. Shane smiled and pulled her in again and down into the pillows and kissed her again. And again... And again.
So things are looking up a little for Shane and Mitchie, finally some good news! But will it stay good? How will Danielle fare tomorrow? And appearently Smitchie is hot and heavy again! And YAY for AP english that gives me big vocab words! :D haha. REVIEWS PLEASE! :D
