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One Week Later

Dallas' POV

Today marks exactly one week since the tragic accident that Mitchie, Mikayla, and I were in. It's been a rough last couple of days, specially considering that Mikayla has yet to wake. Each day the doctor comes and tells us nothing's changed and to expect no change, at least not for a while. I watch my sister hold strong for five minutes before breaking down into uncontrollable tears. This has happened everyday since. It breaks my heart to see her like this but she still pushes herself to visit her girl. I sometimes wish I had her strength, it's incredible to watch her go from broken down when she's away from Mikayla to completely strong when she's by her bedside.

Through her tears, Mitchie has spent every day by Mikayla's side. She was discharged yesterday and instead of going home, she went straight to her girlfriend's bedside. I don't know what she talks to her about but I can only guess that it's a mix between pleading for her to return and apologizing for everything.

It's been a week and all I've managed to do is watch my little sister slowly crumble apart. With each day that passes, Mitchie begins to worry that this is the end, that a miracle is next to impossible. I've seen her at her lowest point, but this, this is worse.

Mikayla hasn't really progressed but she hasn't gotten worse either. Most people say there's still hope, that in some cases there's always a small chance of survival. Others tend to be a little more realistic and bluntly state that this is the end. Neither Mitchie nor I believe the naysayers. I know Mikayla's strength and deep inside I feel that if Mitchie continues to be there for her, fighting for her to come back to us, then soon she'll wake.

On the second day of their hospitalization, Mitchie begged me to do her a huge favor. She'd been missing her engagement ring and she wanted it back, to prove to everyone that she was still Mikayla's girl. Given the circumstances I was quick to comply and so I took the three hour trip to their cabin. I expected myself to take a while trying to find it but I was quickly met by a diamond ring that sat on a bedside table in the master bedroom. Mikayla must have placed it there in hopes that Mitchie would come back to her. After my trip I came back to the hospital and handed my sister both the ring and her guitar. She gave me a quick hopeful look that was soon washed away by her worry.

"She'll be alright." I had promised her as I kissed the top of her head. Mitchie didn't say a word after that, she just kept quiet and strummed at her guitar. She's been playing songs for Mikayla ever since I gave her that guitar. Often times she'll take breaks and just remind Mikayla of their time together. I've heard her tell the story about their time at the cabin a total of five times just like I've heard her go on and on about their engagement and how she wishes she could hold her again. It's a sad sight to see, but I stay strong for my little sister.

All throughout this week, the media has been at their all time highest. There's not a channel you turn to where you don't see my sister or Mikayla. They run stories on the accident, the break up, the possible reconciliation and most of all, they stress on Mikayla's current condition. It's a hectic mess with the media, a mess that Mitchie's been carefully trying to avoid. She won't allow any reporters to speak to her, nor will she release a statement. She's instructed her management to cancel all her upcoming appearances and she's strictly advised her team to not mention a single word about how she's holding up or where the two are in the relationship. I've done a good job of telling any of the paparazzi that stalks our house to shove their cameras up their ass. They all expect Mitchie to come home soon, so they can bombard her with questions and crude comments.

"Hey, Mitch." I say to my sister as I enter Mikayla's hospital room. She's seated at the edge of the bed with her guitar on her lap.

"Hi Dallas." She responds without even bothering to look at me.

"Anything change?" I ask slowly. This has been our routine conversation since last week.

"Nothing." She shrugs. "I was about to tell Mikayla about a song I wrote."

"Do you mind if I stay to hear it?" I ask her.

"No, I don't mind." She states.

I watch tentatively from the chair that's placed next to Mikayla's bedside. I can see my sister's been crying because her eyes are bloodshot red.

"Hey, she'll be alright, okay?" I state randomly before she can begin to speak.

"I know she will." She responds as she leans down to kiss Mikayla's forehead.

Mitchie's POV

I settle my guitar carefully on my lap as my sister watches from the chair. I stare down at Mikayla, hoping this time she'd wake. "Well, I have another song for you today Mik. I wrote the chorus last night and that's as far as I got. You know I'm not very good at getting my verses down without you." I admit as I take her hand in mine.

"But how do you expect me to live alone with just me? 'Cause my world revolves around you, it's so hard for me to breathe." I begin to sing to Mikayla as I strum along the few chords that I came up with. I can see Dallas watching me, admiring me as I sing.

"Tell me how I'm supposed to breathe with no air. Can't live, can't breathe with no air.. It's how I feel whenever you ain't there. It's no air, no air." I continue, looking down as I strum. "Got me out here in the water so deep, tell me how you gonna be without me. If you ain't here I just can't breath, it's no air, no air."

I finish the small portion of the song and close my eyes. I take Mikayla's hand and hold it up to my heart. "I know you won't hear this but, I want to move in with you." I admit. "I really need you to wake up so I can finally do that."

I rest my head against the head of my guitar, letting out a few small tears that have managed to remain. It's a miracle I'm still able to cry, somehow there's still tears in me. As I cry I hair a faint cough and look up at Dallas. Her eyes are wide open, looking straight at Mikayla.

My eyes slowly move from Dallas to Mikayla and they freeze there. My entire body an mind is frozen solid. Mikayla looks around the room and then over at me. Our eyes lock and I feel my world light up again. She's awake.

"Was that you singing?" She asks after a few seconds of silence. I could barely hear the question because she spoke so low.

"Yeah." I smile up at her.

"Your voice is beautiful." She admits.

"Thanks, baby." I let out. I still haven't been able to move, I can't decide if I'm dreaming again.

"That was a nice song." She whispers. It must be hard for her to talk.

"I'm so sorry, Mikayla." I begin to repeat as the tears continue to fall.

"Um," She looks at me with slight confusion then looks away. "I don't mean to be rude but who are you?" She asks. I stare at her, my eyes not even bothering to blink.

"Wh-who am I?" I manage to ask.

"Yeah, I'm sorry I should know you, shouldn't I?" She asks. There goes my whole world being lit up.

"I..." I look down at my guitar and feel the want to just cry. "Mitchie." I let out while trying to hold in another wave of tears.

"Mitchie." She repeats in her whisper tone. "Beautiful name."

"Mikayla, you don't remember me?" I ask, my voice cracking in the process.

"No, I'm sorry." She shakes her head. "Who are you? Are we friend's? Why am I here?" She questions before looking at Dallas. "Who is she?"

"I'm your fiancé, Mik." I admit and then point to Dallas. "That's my sister. The reason why you're here is because we were in a car wreck."

"Fiancé?" Her eyes grow wide like she's seen a ghost. "I'm sixteen, I don't think I'm marrying anyone anytime soon."

"Mikayla, you're nineteen." I tell her.

"No, I'm sixteen." She shakes her head.

"No, baby, you're nineteen. You've been in a coma for the past week." I admit. I can't believe she doesn't remember me.

"Will you please stop calling me that? I don't know you." She asks, her voice growing a little louder.

"Mikayla.." I say trying to keep myself together. "You've lost your memory."

"What are you talking about?" She asks.

"Baby, please." I finally cry out.

"Look, can you call me a doctor?" She asks looking between me and Dallas.

"Okay." I whisper out before slowly standing up and grabbing my crutches. I take my time going over to the door and the second I step out I begin to bawl. I feel Dallas wrap her arms around me in sympathy. This wasn't what I meant when I said I wanted her back. I want the girl I love back, this isn't her.

"Give it time, Mitch." My sister tells me as she runs her fingers through my hair. "Just give it time. She'll come back."

Sorry for the length, I wanted to get this down for you today. Next chapter i'm planning on concluding this part of the story, so it's up to you guys to decide: will Mikayla finally get her memory back? Review, review please. I'll update as soon as possible! Leave thoughts, comments, questions...