Ally's POV:
I woke up in a hospital bed. The nurse was standing there, staring at me awkwardly.
"I brought you in here because you collapsed. It was probably an anxiety attack. It happens a lot when people get news like that but I put you in the room right next to Austin's."
The room was so plain and awful feeling. I stared at the ceiling, trying to hold back more tears. What am I going to do if I lose him?
The nurse was still in my room when I asked. "Can I see him?"
"Yes. But visiting hours are over at 9. So you must leave by then." She smiled and left.
Why didn't I stick with the story that I was his sister? Now I have to leave him when I don't want to.
I walked into the room. I wasn't prepared for what I saw. He was laying there, IV in one arm, oxygen tube down his throat and a bunch of other machines hooked up to him. He was so pale and his hospital gown made him look extra thin. It was just, so wrong, Austin lying in a hospital bed fighting for his life. It should be me. I should have been the one shot, not him. If I wouldn't have moved from behind Austin, none of this would have happened.
I walked up to his bed and sat in a chair next to it. I slipped my hand into his, slowly. I felt like I'd break him if I touched him.
"I'm so sorry Austin." I say. I sit there for a while looking at his face. His chest slowly moving up and down, breathing threw that painful looking tube. I touched his face gently, and then his hair. Why would he risk so much for me? Yes, we are best friends but…This feels like something more. Would he ever like me as more than a friend? Why am I thinking about something as silly as that while he's laying here and might not ever wake up? I'm such a terrible person. Tears start running down my face. "I love you Austin." I say.
It was almost 9 o'clock so I left and went to my room. I sat down on the hard, stiff bed and felt lonely. Remembering how just the night before I was sleeping in Austin's warm, protective arms. Laying my head on his chest, he was talking to me, he was aware, no machines hooked up to him. He was himself. If only I could go back.
I tried to fall asleep but I just kept tossing and turning. I dozed off for a little while and had horrible nightmares of Austin getting shot, and bleeding everywhere and him calling my name and I couldn't help him. When I woke up I realized it must be late morning.
I got up and walked into Austin's room. His bed was empty.
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