DISCLAIMER: I do not own the characters. I do not own Hannah Montana or Camp Rock.
Mitchie's POV
"Mitch," I hear my name being repeated as I wake. My eyes remain closed as the same voices continue to repeat my name. They're all familiar voices and without opening my eyes I can tell exactly who's trying to wake me.
As my eyes finally manage to open up, I stare over at my family who is currently standing to my left. Dallas is seated at the edge of my bed while my parents and Maddie are standing right beside her. I can feel my older sister holding on to my hand like it's a prized possession. I feel my body growing more and more painful as I shift my gaze from my parents to my near motionless body. I find myself laying in a hospital bed again but this time there's no nurse and there's just me and my family.
"How long have I been sleeping?" I ask my family. They all look at one another and then my dad answers.
"Hun, do you know what happened?" He asks.
I look at him questionably, of course I know what happened. It will forever be scarred into my memory. "Yes dad. Mikayla, Dallas and I were in a car accident and I nearly killed us." I admit. My throat is dry, and speaking out seems next to impossible.
"You've been asleep since the accident, Mitchie." Dallas says.
"That's impossible." I shake my head. "Don't you remember we had that conversation about Mikayla? And I got to see her." I smile at the thought. "She woke up to my voice when I sang."
Dallas looks at me weirdly before turning to look at my parents. They speak to one another with their eyes before looking back at me. "Mitchie, honey..." My mom says. "You must have been dreaming."
"No mom," I shake my head, she's wrong. "Tell her she's wrong, Dal. Tell her how we talked earlier."
"Mitchie, I've been in the emergency room for the past eight hours. I barely got let out ten minutes ago. My injuries were nothing serious, not anything compared to you and Mikayla." She admits.
"Dallas stop lying." I shriek. I couldn't have been dreaming. Mikayla woke up, that wasn't a dream... being in her arms wasn't a dream.
"I'm sorry but I'm not lying, you were dreaming." She tells me.
"No!" I yell. "Mikayla woke up to my voice, go see her!"
"We're not allowed to see her, Mitchie." My mom tells me. There's an awkward silence to the room.
"Why? Where the hell is she?" I ask growing louder but my shrieking causes an intense sharp pain on my ribs. This feeling felt so real in my dream, and now it's reality.
"Baby, she's not doing well." My mom's voice cracks as she speaks. I watch her take a step back and turn her face. I know she's crying, I know she's trying to hide that from me.
"Dallas.. please.." I beg my sister. She looks me in the eye and the sadness I see in her is all I need to know that Mikayla is far from okay. "What's wrong?"
"Mitchie, I can't." She lets out.
"Somebody please tell me what's wrong with my girlfriend!" I beg.
"They don't think she's going to make it, Mitch." Dallas finally speaks up and instantly tears fall down the side of her face.
"What do you mean they don't think she'll make it?" I cry out. My eyes are like waterworks, the mere thought of losing her.. I can't even fathom it.
"Mikayla's in a coma, sweetheart." My dad admits. I feel my gut wrench at the words and in that moment I wish to be back in my dream, where Mikayla's okay and we're happily laying together, me in her arms like it should be.
"Co-coma?" I choke out.
"Things aren't looking well and she's not getting better." He adds.
"No you guys are wrong." I choke out in tears. "She's okay. My baby is okay. She woke up to voice," I cry out. "She woke up to my voice."
"Mitchie, you must have dreamt it." Dallas points out. I pull my hand away from her grip and just stare at all of them.
"Get me a doctor." I plead. My mom is the first to react to my request as she nearly runs out of the room. I'm a freaking mess right now; shaking at the thought that this is reality.
"We wouldn't lie to you, come on." Dallas lets out.
"She can't be in a coma, Dallas. Not because of me! I can't lose her, don't you get it? She's my everything, Dallas!" I cry out. Between the tears and the pain in my ribs, I feel myself losing control.
Just as I begin to yell at my sister, my mom returns with a doctor following behind. This one is an older one, gray haired and short; nothing compared to the one before.
"Everything okay, Ms. Torres?" He asks as he checks my vision before examining my bruised ribs.
"Is everything okay?" I ask him as if he was crazy for even bothering to ask that. "I don't know, doctor, you tell me!"
"Ms. Torres, I do need you to please calm down. You are in a fragile state right now and getting worked up is not good for your heart." He tells me with a calm, soothing tone.
"Fuck my heart! It's broken already." I cry out.
"Mitchie!" My mom tries to scold but I shrug it off.
"Everyone just please shut up and listen to me. I don't care what happened to me, okay? I'm going to go see Mikayla this instant. I need to see..." I begin to say but as I try siting up, the pain in my ribs becomes unbearable and I fall backwards. "I need to see her please."
"You are in no conditions to be seeing anybody." My doctor shakes his head. "We can keep you updated as to your girlfriend's progress but until those ribs heal we cannot allow you to move from this bed."
"Fiancé... She's my fiancé." I correct him.
"Look no matter what she is to you, we can't let you go. You have to heal first. You suffered some serious injuries today. Your ribs are bruised, there's lacerations on your legs and you twisted an ankle. You'll be here for a while." He tells me.
"I don't care about me! Everything I have is treatable with time, I know, but I care about my fiancé. Yes, fiancé. I don't care where we were before this crash. At this point I want to erase everything and go back to the point where I could lay in my fiancé's arms and know that everything would be okay. I can't do that now? How can I know everything will be alright when the one person who can keep me sane is unconscious somewhere in this damn building?" I begin to say and he along with my family just stares at me. "Are you married?" I ask.
"Yes, I have two kids too." He answers. The look on his face says I've lost him.
"Imagine your wife being in that hospital bed, or even one of your kids. Imagine you got into a fight with your wife this morning, said some pretty nasty things to each other and the one thing that should have been said, wasn't said. You know that 'i'm sorry' or 'can we stop fighting?'. Imagine that wasn't said. And so you leave for work and your both mad and suddenly she turns up here in a coma. Can you imagine what that's like? To know that the one you love is next to lifeless and the last thing you got to say to her was words of anger?" I cry out. Everyone in the room had grown quiet. "I don't care that I have bruised ribs and a fucked up ankle. I am going to see my fiancé because those words of anger aren't going to be my last." I tell him as I yet again try to sit up. Through my anger, I'm finally able to ignore the pain and manage to get myself in a sitting position.
"Miss-" he tries to interrupt but I bring up my hand and continue to speak.
"No, shut up. I am the reason she's in this position in the first place. I am the reason we're in this stupid hospital to begin with. I'm the reason for all our problems, I always am. I never fight for her, you know? I'm the bad girlfriend who never opened her eyes to see what an amazing and caring girlfriend I have next to me. But that changes now, that changes today. I don't need your permission to fight for my girl, I don't need you to stop me from fighting to save her life. I'm not letting her slip away from me, I am doing what she begged me to do even though she never should have. I'm fighting for her. I'm fighting for us."
The look in the doctor's face tells me he's completely blown away. He stares at me with a dumbfounded expression, blinking almost every chance he can. "I can't say no to that." He finally speaks out.
"I don't care if you say no. I'm going to see her and fight this for us even if you weren't okay with it." I admit.
"Look, I'll take you to her room but don't expect her to be able to talk back. She's.." He starts to say.
"I know what a coma is, I was homeschooled okay?" I tell him. "I know she'll be able to hear me but she can't respond. I know she will listen when I apologize for what I've done and I know she'll hear me when I promise to fight, to win this battle for her. I don't expect a miracle, I expect my fiancé to be the fighter she is and make it through this."
"Given your injuries it will be excruciating pain to move you there. It will require a wheelchair because your ankle does not allow you to walk, but the sitting position will cause pain in the ribs." He goes on to say.
"I don't care! I'll bear through the pain. I've done that many time before, okay?" I admit before looking at my family who remains quiet. That last comment made Dallas cringe a little and I felt bad for bringing it up.
"It's your call." He says.
"Give me the damn wheelchair, please." I say.
"If the pain becomes unbearable you let me know and we bring you back here immediately." He tells me. "I'll go get your nurse who will be in charge of taking you to Mikayla's room."
My family all looks at me in complete shock as the doctor steps out of the room. I know they are amazed by what they saw, a side of me they probably weren't expecting. "What?" I ask when they continue to stare.
"'Mitchie, why are you doing this?" My mom asks.
"Because, mom, my girlfriend is dying and I'm over here talking to you. Not that I don't appreciate being here with you but I need to apologize before its too late, okay? I can't lose her and I want her to know that. I want to be the first person she wakes up to." I ramble on.
"Baby, you don't want to see her like that." My mom cries.
"Yes I do, because that's the only way I can know that this is real. It's the only way for me to realize how much I fucked up." I admit.
"You ready to go?" I hear the voice of a woman coming from the door. She too looks nothing like the nurse from before and she looks like she hates her job.
"Yeah." I simply let out. She pushes the wheelchair over to my right side and slowly helps me out of the bed. Ten minutes, five shrieks of pain and an elevated foot later and she's finally able to get me onto that chair.
"I really don't think you should do this, sweetie." My mom says as the nurse pushes me to the door. She must have seen me wince in pain because she looks very worried.
"Mom, I'll be okay. This is something I have to do." I remind her. She nods at me before the nurse and I make it out of the room.
The walk to Mikayla's room is short and extremely quiet. The nurse offers up nothing, not a single word. When we reach the room I ask her to stop befor opening the door. "Is it true that she'll wake up if I do something she remembers?" I ask.
"Sometimes." She shrugs. She's nothing like the nurse in my dream, this one's rude.
"What if I sing to her? She's always loved when I do that." I admit.
"I don't know." The nurse shrugs again before opening the door. She pushes me in slowly and I feel myself grow nervous with every inch I get closer.
I can see her now, she looks worse than in my dream. She doesn't look okay at all, my family was right. She has more cables hooked up to her, specially one connected to her nose and one larger one that goes into her mouth, it's what's helping her breathe. I can't help but cringe at the sight in front of me. I can no longer feel physical pain from my injuries but instead I feel the emotional pain of having to see Mikayla like this. She looks nothing like herself, almost like she's not even there.
"Push the red button if you need me." The nurse interrupts my train of thought before leaving. As I hear the door close, I let my hand move slowly to grab Mikayla's. Her hand is cold so I use both hands to try and warm her up. The room is completely silent, nothing but the beeping of the machines that indicate she's still with me; somehow she's still here.
My thoughts drift to the moment when everything came crashing down, the moment when that car struck us. I can't remember a thing from then on, all I can see is me throwing my hand out to protect Mikayla. I briefly remember looking at her after the impact, she had her seatbelt on. How does someone get so injured when they're supposed to be protected by that thing? I threw myself out to try and protect her but that didn't even work out. I can't help but look at Mikayla and think this is all a sign. This had to be a damn sign.
The last things I heard her tell me before the accident was that she wanted me to fight for her, that it was my turn to fight and to meet her halfway. This is all a sign that I need to step it up, I need to fight for her. This is my test.
"You aren't allowed to leave me, Mikayla." I finally speak up. "You can't just leave me okay? Not now, not after what we've been through. Let me fight for you, okay?" I beg.
"I know you're mad at me and you have every right to be, but please just listen to me. I want to apologize to you for all the pain and all the sorrow that I caused. You don't deserve to be laying here like this, Mikayla, if anyone does it should be me. I should be the one lying unconscious, I should be the one of the verge of life." I look at her then close my eyes to cry. "I don't like seeing you like this and I wish there was a way for me to wake you from this. I know I'm no prince charming but if a kiss could wake you then I'd shower you with them. Please, Mikayla, wake up for me baby. Don't let me see you like this forever, don't let this be my last memory of you."
Pain and guilt, that's all I feel now. It truly pains me to see her like this. And what's worse is that this is all my fault. That's where the guilt comes in, I shouldn't have let this drag out for so long. I should have talked to her, made things right that day. But no, of course I didn't. Instead I just ran away from my damn problems like I always do.
"They don't think you're going to make it, baby. Please, for me, just prove them wrong, okay? I know you can hear me and I just want for you keep fighting." I say through the tears. I run my finger slowly over her 'stay' tattoo on her wrist. "Look, you have to stay strong in there okay babe? I can't bear to lose you and specially not after what just happened between us. I want you to wake up and call me whatever name first comes to mind. I promise I won't argue back, you're allowed to do whatever to me just come back first."
My tears have not stopped flowing since I first entered the room. Holding Mikayla's hand is the only thing that's keeping me somewhat tied together but I know as soon as I'm forced to let go, that will be the end of me. My eyes scan her one more time and I can't help but wonder how everything would be like if I just stayed that night, if I didn't let my assumptions get the best of me. Why would I ever believe that Mikayla would cheat on me?
"Do you mind if I sing to you, baby?" I ask expecting an answer. I begin to slowly sing the lyrics to our song, You Found Me, the one that means so much to the both of us. My eyes continue to tear up when I realize this stupid singing thing isn't even working. She has not changed at all.
I hate seeing Mikayla like this, she looks lifeless and empty. I miss the girl who would sneak into my room and wake me up at three in the morning just to tell me she loves me. I miss the girl who would spend all her money on me and smirk when I begged her to stop. I miss the girl who I could call my fiancé, I just miss everything about her. I can still feel her arms around me, keeping me warm. I miss the way she'd wrap her arm around my waist and slowly slip her hand down to the hem of my underwear, teasing me. She's always been a good teaser and I always get irritated about it. At this point all I want is to go back to that, return to being in her arms as she tries to sneak past me. I want to go back to when my fiancé was my fiancé.
"Do you remember that night in the cabin when we got so high we woke up the next morning completely dazed?" I ask her as if she could respond. I pause to let the question sink in before I continue. "I miss that day. Even though we were completely gone, it was still one of the best days I had with you. I miss those kinds of days, Mikayla. I promise you we'll go back to that. Just wake up for me, baby."
I intertwine my fingers with Mikayla's and bring her hand up to my lips, kissing gently. "Mikayla, please wilggle your finger for me. Let me know that you're here with me, that I'm not alone. Please just do that for me, babe." I beg but nothing happens. Her fingers lay still, laced with mine but completely motionless.
So this is real life, I think to myself. This isn't that dream anymore, this is honestly real life. The only way I'm going to get Mikayla back is if I fight for her, because this is my test. This is my opportunity to prove that i'm all in, that I will meet her halfway. This is all a sign from someone that I'm not getting her back until I fight for her. This is my punishment for dragging things out and not putting trust in Mikayla.
I slowly take a step up from my wheelchair, crying out in pain in the process. I stand firmly on my non-injured foot and grab tightly onto the sheets of the hospital bed. I gently lean over Mikayla's body and break the small pace between her lips and mine. I let my lips hover over hers as I stare down at her beautiful face.
"I'll fight for you." I whisper as I slowly pull back from her soft lips. "I'll fight for us."
So after i posted the last chapter i realized most of you guys wanted a little more drama and i thought, why not twist the plot a little? This is the first time i've done this so i hope it didnt turn shitty. You guys are awesome.. Most of you wanted to see medical drama in the last chapter so it got my brain working and well.. This is what I came up with. Please review with thoughts/comments and I'll have an update up in the next two days hopefully. If this can get 10 reviews i'll update by tomorrow for sure!;)
I personally cried writing this chapter, hope you guys aren't as sensitive as me and managed to stay dry eyed. P.S. last chapter, if you haven't noticed was all a dream, except for the the first part where they're still in the car.