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I vaguely remember waking up and seeing panicked faces surrounding me. But that's it.

AUSTIN'S POINT OF VIEW

When Ally crumpled, so did my world. That isn't to say that Ally is my whole world, but everything felt right until I noticed her lips, blue. I caught her, but I didn't save her. All wrapped up in her blanket, she almost looked like she was sleeping. Having a dream.

Having to alert Mr. Dawson was one of the most nerve-racking experiences ever. Having to leave Ally there, lying peacefully on the floor, it was horrible. But I couldn't stay there. My adrenaline was pumping and I knew that if I stayed, I'd pass out, too, from over-exertion. Then we'd both be in trouble.

Now I'm waiting at the hospital. But it's 2 am and we've been here for over 4 hours. I haven't heard anything, yet. Mr. Dawson is a mess. Dez is trying to flip through magazines, nonchalantly, but I can practically feel the tension radiating from his body. Trish's eyes are red and swollen from crying and being exhausted.

Me? I'm scared, I'm angry, I'm tired, I'm energized, I'm hungry, and I don't know how to deal with this. If Ally were here, she'd tell me to take a deep breath. To focus on what's important and to not let my emotions cloud my better judgement. But Ally isn't here and I can't focus and I can't breathe and I want to scream to the world and demand to know why it had to be Ally in the ER. Why it couldn't be me. Because I know she'd be scared but she'd handle it better than I ever will.

A single tear rolls down my cheek.

I squeeze Trish's hand before I get up and walk over to Mr. Dawson. He looks up at me and takes a deep, shaky breath. I sit down beside him and say nothing. I don't know what to say. Ally, I need you. I close my eyes and imagine all the good things I've been through because of Trish, Dez and Ally. Like getting signed to Star records, creating Austin Moon merchandise, my first accidental hit. My second hit. Interviews, magazines, video blogs. None of that would have been possible if it weren't for my best friends.

But now one of my friend's lives is in danger and I'm sitting here, helpless, crying.

Ally, I need you.