DISCLAIMER: I do not own the characters. I do not own Hannah Montana or Camp Rock.

Mitchie's POV

"Mitchie? Mikayla?"I hear a faint, familiar voice speaking to me as my eyes remain shut.

I try to speak but the words aren't coming out and all I can hear besides the screams of the voice that just spoke is a long ringing in my ears. I fight to open my eyes but something is stopping me, I don't know what. I think about what just happened and then it hits me.

"Ahh." I grimace in pain as realization hits me and I shake at the thought. We've been in a car accident and the last thing I remember was fighting with Mikayla.

"Mitch." I hear that voice again followed by a slight pull of my shoulders.

"Ah!" I scream this time as the two hands that once held me finally let me go. The pain isn't in the shoulders, it's in my rib area. When I realize who's speaking I finally manage to open one eye.

My heart drops almost immediately as I spot an almost lifeless Mikayla, sitting beside me. She's in the passenger seat with a seat belt firmly placed but her head dangling down, like some sort of zombie.

"Baby!" I try to cry out but the words don't come out, instead I'm left to mouth out what I want to say.

"I called 911 Mitchie, we'll be okay." Dallas assures me from the back seat. My body is in too much pain to look back but I want to know how she is, how badly she's hurt.

My eyes drift shut again and the next time I open them I'm being pushed in a stretcher. Doctors and nurses pass by me but my eyes search for one specific face, a face I can't seem to find.

Seconds later i'm brought into a semi-large room full of advanced machines, IV's, and other doctor gadgets that I never wanted to see in my life. I feel hands on me, touching me places that only one person is allowed to touch. This brings me back to what I saw in that car, the sight of Mikayla almost dead. I can't even react to what I saw because before I can even process anything else, I'm being drugged by the anesthetic.

Few Hours Later

My eyes fly open and I look around, spotting a tall nurse who's writing down notes on a notepad. She looks happy to see me awake. She finishes writing down her information then turns to me to speak.

"Hello, Mitchie. I'm nurse Jen, how are you feeling?" She asks me. I look at her with confusion, why is she talking to me?

"Mikayla." I choke out below a whisper.

"Excuse me?" The nurse gives me a questioning look before stepping closer.

"Mikayla." I let out a little louder this time.

"Oh, Mikayla?" She asks as she looks down at her notepad.

"Fiancé." I tell her slowly.

"Your fiancé? Oh, i'm sure she's been contacted. The doctor knows all about that, I'll have him come look at you." She smiles at me before turning around and beginning to walk away.

"No!" I cry out, louder this time. It look a little for my voice to come back.

"Everything okay, dear?" She turns and asks. Her eyes go from me to the monitor which seems to be quickening in sound. "I need you to relax a little." She walks over to my right side and takes my hand, showing me how to breathe.

"I need to see Mikayla." I speak out.

"I told you the doctor must have contacted her." She looks a little annoyed by me but she doesn't seem to get that Mikayla has to be here.

"She was in the car with me." I admit. Her eyes grow wide as she stops the breathing exercise.

"Front or back seat?" She asks.

"Passenger." I quickly respond.

"Oh, um, well... The doctor will be here shortly." She gives me an apologetic smile then grabs her clipboard. She looks a little frantic as she walks out of the room, leaving me completely confused.

When I'm left completely alone, I begin to replay everything that happened. The only thing I can recall was getting into the car with Mikayla in the passenger seat, Dallas in the back seat, and me in the driver's seat. I faintly remember a heated argument between Mikayla and I, and I specifically recall her asking me to fight for her. I may not remember anything else from that conversation but that part sticks out to me like a sore thumb. I'm supposed to be fighting for her, and yet here I am in a hospital bed while she's God knows where.

"Hello, Miss Torres." A young doctor says as he steps into the room. His eyes go straight my monitor then to my IV then to me. A smile on his face confirms that I'm not doing too bad.

"I need to see my girlfriend." I say as I begin to sit up but wince as a sharp pain hits my ribs.

"Woah, there!" He jogs over to me and slowly helps me lay back down. "You're not going anywhere with those bruised ribs." He shakes his head.

"I'll take the pain, let me see her." I plead.

"I can't allow you to do that, Mitchie." He looks me in the eye before clearing his voice. "You are going to be here for a maximum two days because of your bruised ribs."

"I don't care about me! I care about my Mikayla!" I half yell. He looks down at his hands before looking back into my eyes.

"Mikayla is not doing well." He states. The way he said it made me choke on my own air and I begin to cough a little.

"What's wrong with her?" I ask.

"She's in critical condition and," He clears his throat. "Things are not looking well."

"What do you mean they're not looking well?" I cry out. I can only imagine the pain she must be in right now, I just want to hold her.

"Mikayla is currently unconscious." He replies.

My eyes water at his words and I feel my world crushing as he speaks. This is all my fault, she's the main reason for my happiness and I hurt her. "Unconscious?" I finally manage to ask.

"Some patients are often able to pull out of it, others aren't so lucky." He admits.

I go to sit up again but he slowly pushes me down, shaking his head in the process. "You can't do that." He tells me.

"Look, I just want to see her okay? I'm not going to lose the love of my life. Specially not like this, I never got to even apologize. I can't let something happen to her." I go against his hold and manage to sit up

"Walking will cause you too much pain." He says.

"Bring me a wheelchair then. I don't care what you have to do! You're not letting me lose her while I'm in this damn fucking bed! I'm the reason she's in that position in the first place. It's because I'm a coward and i've never had the guts to fight for her. You know how many times she's fought for me? This is my turn now, i'm going to fight for her whether you allow it or not." I pour out to the doctor.

"I can sense you're going to be a stubborn one so I'll send for a nurse to bring you a wheelchair. It will hurt, I'm telling you."

"She's worth the pain." I promise him.

My doctor shrugs his shoulders before making his way out of my room. A little after he leaves I hear a knock at the door and prepare for the nurse to get me but I'm quickly surprised to see my older sister stepping into the room.

"You're okay?" I ask with a small smile as she walks over to me.

"Just a few cuts and bruises." She shows me her cuts on her legs and the bruises on her arms.

"Do you know what's wrong with me?" I ask.

"You have a few bruised ribs and you slammed your head pretty hard onto the steering wheel so they're checking to see you don't have anything going on there. Seems you don't though." She sits at the edge of the bed and takes my hand in both of hers.

"I'm scared, Dallas." I admit to her. "I can't lose her.. I will never forgive myself if she doesn't pull through."

"That girl is a fighter, she'll make it through." Dallas promises.

"I don't deserve her, she deserves someone who will treat her better than I have. Did you hear what she said? She was right, Dallas, I'm always making her fight for me but I never take the time to fight for her."

"It takes a lot of strength to admit that to yourself, Mitch. She needs you to fight for her, but not just for your relationship but for her life." Dallas reminds me.

"You know that old saying 'you never really know what you have until it's gone', well that's exactly how I feel. I've always loved Mikayla and I've always known she's the one, but in the last month I realized what an amazing girl I have. In those two seconds before the collision and after Mikayla told me what she did, I just realized that I was about to lose the one thing that ever meant something to me. If she dies from this, I'm going to die with her because I just can't live without her."

"Don't be so extreme, neither of y'all are going to die." She shakes her.

"Dallas, I have a serious problem." I finally admit. "Besides all the other shit that I have going on, I think I can add being crazy to it too. Why didn't I listen when I had the chance? Why do I choose to run away each time?"

"You're scared of losing her, Mitchie. You've always been scared of losing her. Instead of fighting to the point where one of you calls it quits, you just run to save it." She explains.

"So I'm not crazy?" I ask.

"You're not crazy, Mitchie, you're in love." She caresses my arm before stopping.

"Why is love so difficult? Why do we have to fight so much?" I ask rhetorically.

"Nothing in life is easy and you know that. Just like you know that nothing is perfect. Every couple needs to fight, it's part of making a healthy relationship."

"How is that even possible?" I feel myself growing dumber.

"Don't question love, Mitchie. It makes you do some of the craziest things. When you fight with Mikayla, it's normal. When you feel like running away from it all, that's normal too. You're scared to lose her." She explains.

"How did I get so lucky with you, Dal? You're the best sister ever." I open my arms to hug her and she slowly comes down to finish the embrace. As we hug, the nurse from earlier walks in with the wheelchair.

"What's this for?" Dallas asks.

"To see Mikayla." I respond.

"Are you sure you want to do that?" She asks. "She's not in a condition where you want to be seeing her."

"I need to apologize before.."I start to say but get choked up by my tears. "Before it's too late, Dal."

"Would you like me to come with you?" She asks.

"I think I should do this alone. Thank you, though." I reply. The nurse comes around and slowly helps me down onto the wheelchair. The pain is almost unbearable but I try not to show weakness so they don't hold me back.

"You okay there?" The nurse asks as I finally manage to take a seat in the chair.

"I'll be fine." I lie. Sitting in this position gives me the most intolerable pain I've ever experienced. I feel like someone's jabbing safety pins into my ribs.

Jen begins to push my chair out of the room and leads me over to Mikayla's room. I think of all the things I want to tell her, and how I'm going to react when I say her laying there.

"Some people usually tell them about their day." Jen interrupts my thoughts. "But seeing as yours hasn't been so well, is there anything your fiancé likes alot? Like a movie or a hobby?"

"She's a singer so she likes music." I offer up.

"Sing to her then, or tell her about her favorite song. Those kind of things are good for her." She suggests.

"Will she hear me?" I ask.

"Yeah, she'll hear you." She stops in front of a room and pulls the door open. Instantly I can see Mikayla hooked up to different kinds of wires and her monitor showing she's barely stable.

"Oh my gosh.." I whisper out as Jen pushes me next to Mikayla's right side. I cup my mouth as I stare at my unconscious girlfriend.

"Il leave you two alone, be sure to press this button if you need anything." She shows me a red button across from me and then leaves the room.

I take Mikayla's warm hand in mine as I examine her. Her body lacks any cuts or bruises, all the damage must have just been internal. She looks beautiful laying there, much like she always does. I rub my thumb against her soft hand and think of a way to begin this.

"Hi baby." I start up as lean forward a little. I wince as quickly as the pain commences due to my actions. "I know you can hear, well, I hope you can hear me. I wanted to tell you that I made the biggest mistake of my life walking away from you that night. You're perfect and I should have realize then that you'd never hurt me like that."

I bring Mikayla's hand up from the bed and lightly press my lips against it. "The only thing that's been running through my head since we've been at this damn hospital, is what you said. You're right, Mik, you're always fighting for me and I never reciprocate the action. It's okay if you call me a horrible girlfriend but I realized that's what I am. You deserve someone who will meet you halfway, baby. I want to do that for you. I want to promise you that from now on I'll meet you halfway, hell i'll even walk an extra mile for you."

"I'm hopelessly in love with you, baby." I continue. "I just need you to tell me you'll let me fight for you. I can't eve forgive myself for what i've put you through but if you let me, I want to prove to you that we can make this work. No more fights like these, no more walking out on us. I'll do anything, I go to treatment for whatever messed up problem I have now. Just, please Mikayla, stay with me." I beg her. "If you hear me, please wiggle your little finger."

I look down at Mikayla's hand that's currently laying on mine and wait for her to react. "Move your little finger for me, baby." I beg but bring my head down in disappointment when it doesn't work.

As tears fall from my eyes, I begin to think about what the nurse had told me. I consider a song to sing then without lifting my head from it's resting position on her bed, I begin to sing.

"Lost and insecure, you found me, you found me." I begin to sings "Lying on the floor, surrounded, surrounded."

As I sing the continuation of the song, I feel something move beneath my hand, like a finger. I pull my head up a little to look at Mikayla's moving index finger. Tears of joy invade my eyes when I see a groggy Mikayla, struggling to open her eyes.

"I-Baby." I let out when she finally looks at me.

"You have a beautiful voice." She tells me with a small smile. I want to throw myself at her right now and lavish her with kisses.

"Thanks baby." I choke out trying to avoid more tears.

"What happened?" She asks me. I see her look around at all her wires then her eyes freeze when she notices I'm in a wheelchair. "Babe, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, don't worry about me. Just a few bruised ribs." I shrug.

"All I remember is us fighting in your car." She says as she looks down, avoiding eye contact with me.

"We got into a car accident, Mikayla." I admit.

"How long have I been out?" She asks.

"Just a few hours, thankfully." I bring her hand up and kiss it one more time. I see her eyes look saddened so I pull back.

"You okay, baby?" I ask her. "Does something hurt? What hurts?"

She takes my hand and slowly pulls it up to her heart. "This hurts." She says.

"Your heart?" I ask her.

"Figuratively." She assures me.

"Because of me.. " I tear up as she holds my hand firmly by her heart. "I'm so sorry, Mikayla. I know I made the worst mistake of my life."

I go to talk but Mikayla's eyes close and she begins to drifts of into sleep.

"I'm sorry for hurting you, baby. I will never forgive myself for hurting you like this. I'll spend the rest of my life making this up to you, Mikayla. I came to fight for you." I tell her. "The doctor asked that I not leave my bed but how am I supposed to stay in that thing when my other half is laying here because of me. I will never forgive myself for causing you this pain. But what I can do is finally gain the damn courage to meet you halfway... If you're still willing to let me."

I bring her hand up to my cheek to feel her warmth, and soon I hear her speak again. I thought she was asleep. "I forgive you." She lets out.

"You do? You can't forgive me that easily." I say.

"I'm tired of fighting." She says as her eyes slowly open back up. "To spare the tears, just accept my forgiveness."

"Okay, baby." I promise her.

"But one condition, will you let me explain what happened that night?" She asks.

"Yes." I simply nod.

"Then I'll meet you halfway." She gives me a strong smile.

"I'm already halfway there, babe." I stand up slowly from my chair and bring my lips against hers. I tried to say strong through the entire thing but I can't help but moan a little at the pain.

"You should be in bed." She whispers.

"Can I lay with you?" I ask her.

"I'd love that." She slowly scoots over to the side and I find a way to lay next to her. Even thought Mikayla is finally awake and talking, she still sounds completely tired.

"Hey, Noah." I joke as I lay in Mikayla's arms.

"Yeah, Allie?" She whispers.

"I love you, you know that?" I tell her.

"I love you too, did you know what?" She asks.

"Please promise me you always will." I beg her.

"As long as there are stars in the sky, then I will love you." She finally says before I hear here slightly snoring.

Everything is okay:) Please review with thoughts.. next chapter they'll settle where they are in their relationship. What do you think? Should they start over or are they ready to commit for marriage? Do you think Mitchie is ready to move in? REVIEW :)