Ally's POV.
So this is what it feels like to be betrayed. Someone you hold dear to your heart turning around and pointing a gun at you.
"Oh Ally, I'm not betraying you. I'm getting revenge." Said Trish, who I identified as my murderer.
"Why?" I ask
"Because, every boy I've ever liked likes you." Said Trish, drooping the hand with the gun to her side.
"You haven't liked anyone since 4th grade!" I scream, upset.
"Dallas." She deadpans, holding the gun to my heart.
"Any last words Ally?" asked Trish
"Austin!" I scream, confusing Trish.
Austin runs into the room and tackles Trish. He grabs the gun and points it at her.
"Even if you kill me, Ally will die!" screamed, Trish trying to push Austin off her.
"I won't kill you because that would mean stooping your level." He said, tying her up and putting her on a chair.
Austin asked me if we should call the cops and I told him I had a better idea. I transported each police one by one until the whole squad was in my hospital room. While they went out to talk with Austin, Tilly and the hospital staff that hired Trish, I transported Dez to my room and laid him gently on the floor. I transported everything you'd need to make an ice cream sundae into my room. I had to try a few things before I woke up Dez, but when he did wakeup he looked around the room in awe. When his eyes fell on Trish, Dez looked confused.
"Can you make Trish into a giant ice cream sundae for me, Dez?" I asked
"Okay, Ally!" he said, getting to work.
If I were awake right now, I'd probably be rolling on the floor and laughing. Dez didn't make Trish into just any sundae; he made her into a clown one, complete with candy makeup and a cherry nose. Just as he Dez finished, Austin and the police walked in.
Austin's POV.
"Young redheaded boy, why is this girl an ice cream clown? " asked the head police officer.
"Ally asked me make her into one." Said Dez, smiling happily.
"Isn't she in a coma." Asked a female officer, sweetly.
"Yes." Said Dez, being escorted out by 2 nurses from the mental wing.
"Austin we have some good news." Said one of the officers.
"Since Trish will be sued for murder," started one of the police
"You have enough money for the surgery Ally needs!" finished one of the nurses.
"How soon can you start it?" I asked, excitedly
"Now." Said a doctor, walking in.
A big group of doctors came in and wheeled Ally away. I walked into the waiting room and started pacing. I sit in a chair and things the doctors have said swirl around my head. "Possible death." "Poor Austin, traumatized." "Gingerbread people!" " Ally will die" and many more things. I fell into a fitful sleep dreaming of giant gingerbread men dissecting Ally.