Broken Girl Chapter 9, a camp rock fanfic

HELLO PEOPLE! I'm back! I was hoping for reviews but never mind. I am just glad you read this. Over 800 views and only 18 reviews? You can do better than that, cant ya?! Anyway, I'm really happy. I had a fantastic weekend until school messed it up for me. So, enjoy this and it's 20+ days till summer holidays! Woop,Woop for me! Anywho, this is in Cornelia's POV and also Nate's, so read! Just to say, I don't own Holby City or Antoine Malick or Chantelle Lane or Jake (Malick's son) They are in my story 'cause they are some of my favourite characters in the show. (Not Jake, really...) Malick and Chantelle are married in my story. Sorry to insult!

Cornelia's POV:

I stared at my little sister hooked up with loads of tubes and a bandage wrapped around her head. If she was awake, she would love the bandage. See it as a fashion accessory because of her craze for wrap-around bows. She looked so pale and dead. Her heart monitor was beeping very slowly. It sometimes scared me because I thought she was dying. Mom had left because she was upset about seeing Cait like this. Tim was at the back of the private hospital room, asleep. I couldn't sleep knowing we lost our home and could lose Caitlyn too. Luckily, Alice was at a friend's house because of the music and all our cars were parked along the road. We still had those.

We'll probably check into a hotel, or go stay at the Stacy's for a while. I hope Tim's Mom won't mind. I couldn't stare at Cait anymore so I turned the TV on and put it on low volume but just loud enough to hear over Tim's snoring and Caitlyn's heart monitor.

"This is exclusive news. The Wynwood-Stacy apartment blew up in flames. Luckily everyone managed to get out except Caitlyn Wynwood, daughter of successful dance academy owner, Rebecca, 46, and sister-in-law to Tim Stacy, actor, 25. She was saved but had inhaled loads of smoke. A wooden beam had fell and hit her head, causing the 18 year old unconscious. She was put in an ambulance with burns on her arms and burnt clothes along with loads of blood. Let's hope that Caitlyn, famous singer and uprising music producer, would survive this. We give our prayers and support to Caitlyn's friends and family in this time. I am Jessica Bonne and this was Hot Tunes, stay tuned!"

I sighed and looked at the time. Just over 7:20 p.m. I looked back at my sister and kissed her cheek. My action didn't go unnoticed by Mitchie, Mara, Jason and Shane entering the room. Mitchie and Mara looked pale and their eyes were bloodshot. The boys looked like they'd been crying too but didn't want to show it. I had forgotten that I wasn't very presentable so I raked my fingers through my messed up hair.

"Hi, guys." I smiled, softly, before looking back at Cait. They mumbled their greetings and sat on the sofa or chair next to the bed. "Where's Nate?" I asked, noticing that only 2/3 of Connect 3 were here.

"He's at home with Mom and Dad. He's really upset and thinks that it was his fault she went into the bathroom." Jason replied. I sighed and nodded. Poor Nate.

"Tell Nathan, it's not his fault. Well, it kinda is. But this isn't his fault. It's no-one's fault. We don't know, Caitlyn might have been going to the bathroom to use the loo." I shrugged, brushing it off. They all nodded. I looked at my husband and put a hand over my stomach and rubbed it. This didn't go unnoticed by Mara, though.

"You're pregnant?" She asked. Everyone shot their eyes to me. Tim woke up and smiled at me, nodding to tell them.

"Well, I was going to tell the baby's aunties first but you're family ever since you came into Cait's life, so yeah. Tim and I are expecting. I'm two months." I smiled softly, holding Caitlyn's bandaged up hand. I looked at her and kissed her cheek again.

"Congratulations." Mitchie and Shane said. Tim nodded in thanks and I smiled. "We should call Nate. He probably wants to see her." Mitchie, suggested. Jason nodded and went out the hospital room with his phone in his hand.

"Caitlyn? I know you can hear us but can't really talk to us. I'm going to sing your song. I know I have to be strong and tough like you. So, you will definitely pull through. Just listen, baby." I said. I started humming, then began the song. Soon, everyone in the room joined in, singing quietly.

Listen as your day unfolds, challenge what the future holds
Try and keep your head up to the sky
Lovers, they may cause you tears
Go ahead release your fears, stand up and be counted
Don't be ashamed to cry

You gotta be
You gotta be bad, you gotta be bold, you gotta be wiser
You gotta be hard, you gotta be tough, you gotta be stronger
You gotta be cool, you gotta be calm, you gotta stay together
All I know, all I know, love will save the day

Herald what your mother said
Reading the books your father read
Try to solve the puzzles in your own sweet time
Some may have more cash than you
Others take a different view, my oh my, heh, hey

You gotta be bad, you gotta be bold, you gotta be wiser
You gotta be hard, you gotta be tough, you gotta be stronger
You gotta be cool, you gotta be calm, you gotta stay together
All I know, all I know, love will save the day

Don't ask no questions, it goes on without you
Leaving you behind if you can't stand the pace
The world keeps on spinning
You can't stop it, if you try to
This time it's danger staring you in the face

Remember, listen as your day unfolds
Challenge what the future holds
Try and keep your head up to the sky
Lovers, they may cause you tears
Go ahead release your fears, my oh my heh, hey, hey

By the end of the song, I was bursting with tears. Tim held me and stroked my hair. I couldn't blame this on hormones because I really was hurt and emotional. Caitlyn was going to be an aunt and she didn't know about it. Thea came in, quietly and sat next to me and Tim. She hugged her big brother's arm and stared at Caitlyn wihile tears streamed down her face.

"She'll be ok." Thea whispered. I nodded, still sobbing. She will, won't she?

Nate's POV:

Jason called me as I laid on my Mom's shoulder, still crying. I answered, sniffling a bit. "Hello?" I said.

"Hey, Nate. Cornelia told me to call you to come here. She said that Caitlyn would want you there. No buts because Cornie is pregnant and hormonal and really peeved at the fact that we were a few of the first people to know instead of Cait so just get here. If not for Caitlyn or yourself, do it for Cornelia. She needs this." Jason said. I sighed, and looked up at my Mom. She nodded and smiled.

"Ok, I'll be there. Tell Cornie to hang in there. It's for her and Caity." I smiled when I said this. My Mom got my keys from the table and threw them at me. "Thanks Mom." I said, kissing her cheek.

"No problem, just be there for your girl." Denise said. I rolled my eyes and smiled, leaving out the door and straight to my Ferrari California. I got in and drove to the hospital, hoping that Caitlyn hadn't died yet or isn't going to.

...

"You made it!" Cornelia said, getting up and hugging me. I hugged her back and congratulated her on her good news. She smiled and offered me her seat but I gently pushed her down back on it and stood by the door.

"How is she?" I asked, gesturing to Caity who was hooked up to loads of tubes and an annoying but safe heart monitor. She looked pale and dead and her arms and head were bandaged up along with her hands. I got scared and wanted to throw up but I kept my lunch down. Yes, hadn't eaten because my best friend/on-off girlfriend was in hospital in the ICU unit. ICU meaning Intensive Care Unit.

"Her heart's beating really slow. I'm scared that it's going to give up and she'll die." Cornelia confessed. I nodded, silently. I looked at my watch and it said, 8:37.

"Just to think that we graduated today." Mara said, sadly. Mitchie sighed and leaned her head on her best friend's shoulder.

"It's unbelievable that a couple of hours ago, we were all happy and Graduates then now, we're sad, and we might lose Kitty Cat." Mitchie said, breaking at her last sentence. She sobbed into Mara's shoulder and she started crying too and they hugged each other, while Shane and Jason wrapped their arms around them both.

"To think that me and her had just gotten to know each other." Thea sighed, from her brother's side. Tim shook his head and sighed.

"Guys. She isn't dead. Stop being sad and be happy and pray for Cait." Tim said. We all nodded and continued to stare at Caitlyn. The doctor came in and I moved out of his way. His name-tag said, 'Dr Antoine Malick-Visitor'. Cornelia and Tim smiled up at him and waited for the news.

"Good news, Mr and Mrs Stacy," Dr Malick said, he had a British accent. Hence, being a visitor. Probably here for a holiday or business trip involving Medicine. "Caitlyn should be waking up soon and she'll be ok. I know that you are scared of the fact that her heart beating slow, it's because her oxygen levels were low but they're improving. When she wakes, I will take her bloods and give her a check-up. She will need a oxygen monitor and tank if she gets discharged. But not now. So, I'll leave you now." He said. We all cheered and smiled.

"Thank you so much! You don't know how much that means to us." Cornelia said, hugging Dr Malick. He laughed and left us alone. I wore a grin on my face. Caitlyn was going to be ok.

Caitlyn's POV:

I woke up and blinked a couple of times. My vision cleared and I saw everyone watching a cartoon on the TV ahead of my bed. I smiled and closed my eyes for a while before wanting to scare them all. "Nice to know that I'm being the centre of attention, and not the TV(!)" I smiled as everyone looked at me and ran to my bed.

I was bombarded with loads of questions and I groaned a bit in pain. They immediately jumped back and touched me gently as if I was fragile glass. "Can someone get Dr Malick, please?" Cornelia asked. Mara went to fetch the nurse and doctor.

A few moments later, a tall black man with a soft smile entered the room with a blonde, grinning nurse. "Hello, Miss Wynwood! How are you feeling?" She asked. Her nametag said, 'Chantelle Lane-Malick'.

"I'm alright, but I'm in a lot of pain. My head hurts and my arms kill me." I replied, honestly.

"Ok, we're going to give you some morphine and painkillers to help ease the pain." Dr Malick sad. I nodded and hissed in pain and he smiled sympathetically. He gave me the painkillers and morphine and I felt a bit at ease.

"Thank you. By the way, it's Caitlyn. I hate being formal." I said, smiling. Nurse L-M (which I call her now, she likes it.) smiled at me and nodded. We shook hands and laughed.

"Now, we'll leave you to catch up with your friends and family." Antoine said and with that, he left the room. Nurse L-M quickly ticked my folder which laid in a container stuck to my bed and left also.

"Now, you can bombard me, again." I said, as everyone came closer and started saying things at once. One thing said caught me off guard. I turned my head to my big sister who grinned like a Cheshire cat. "You're pregnant?" I asked. She nodded and bit her lip waiting for my reaction. Why does she need my approval. I am the one who said I wanted nieces and nephews. Hell, she can have 100 children if she wanted! "Congratulations! I told you that I wanted nieces and nephews sooner, didn't I?" I grinned, hugging Cornelia and Tim.

There was a knock on my door and my mother came in. "Caitlyn! You're alright!" She exclaimed, covering me with hugs and kisses.

"Mom, gotta breathe." I said, jokingly. She kissed my forehead and sat next to my bed.

"Now that our sarcastic, she-devil Caitlyn is back, can we go back to watching Tom and Jerry now?" Jason asked. I gasped and hit him playfully.

"Jason Noah Gray! Did you choose a cat and a mouse over me? Your best friend?" I pouted, he hugged me and laughed, sitting back to watch the cartoon.

"Yeah." He simply said. We all laughed and I sighed happily.

"Go home, guys. It's past 9 p.m and I don't watch Mitchie late for her interviews or you guys late for work and the boys late for their interviews. Mara, go to your family." I said. My mother was all I needed at the moment. And Cornelia needed the sleep, seeing that she was now pregnant.

"Are you sure? I don't mind staying till late, baby girl." My sister said. I nodded and stroked her stomach. She put her hand over mine and kissed my head. I closed my eyes to savour the moment. She got up with the help of Tim who kissed my head too and left. Mara and Mitchie came over to my sides and kissed my cheeks at the same time. I giggled at the sensation and then I had the whole room laughing. Trust me to make it all better. Shane and Jason hugged me gently and kissed my cheeks before leaving with their girlfriends. Nate and my Mom stayed.

"Caitlyn, about the 'being civil'-" Nate started. I sighed and cut him off gently.

"Nate, I can't live without you. I love you." I confessed. He grinned and kissed me softly on my lips. I smiled at the gesture until my mother cleared her throat. We both blushed, forgetting that she was in the room.

"I'll just go get and some drinks." Mom said, guessing the hint. I smiled gratefully at her and watched her leave.

"I love you too." Nate said, sincerely. He made my heart melt when he said those words again. It seriously took for me to be on my sick bed for him to tell me that he loved me. "Please, be mine...again?" I laughed when he said the last word. I pulled him in for a kiss and nodded.

"Yes." I whispered. My breath tickling his lips. I graved my lips over his and finally kissed them. He smiled into the kiss, as did I. He leaned back and grinned and grabbed both my hands in his. Warping our fingers together, he hummed a tune. I guess while we were apart, he made a couple of songs.

"We're not broken, just bent and we can learn to love again..." Nate said quietly in tune. I wasn't looking at me but he seemed to have spaced out in his own little world, where he was singing. He came back to Earth when he asked, "Wanna listen to something I wrote? It mainly has girl parts but I'll tell you that after." I nodded and smiled.

Right from the start
You were a thief
You stole my heart
And I your willing victim
I let you see the parts of me
That weren't all that pretty
And with every touch you fixed them

Now you've been talking in your sleep, oh, oh
Things you never say to me, oh, oh
Tell me that you've had enough
Of our love, our love

Just give me a reason
Just a little bit's enough
Just a second we're not broken just bent
And we can learn to love again
It's in the stars
It's been written in the scars on our hearts
We're not broken just bent
And we can learn to love again

I'm sorry I don't understand
Where all of this is coming from
I thought that we were fine
(Oh, we had everything)
Your head is running wild again
My dear we still have everythin'
And it's all in your mind
(Yeah, but this is happenin')

You've been havin' real bad dreams, oh, oh
Used to lie so close to me, oh, oh
There's nothing more than empty sheets
Between our love, our love
Oh, our love, our love

Just give me a reason
Just a little bit's enough
Just a second we're not broken just bent
And we can learn to love again
I never stopped
You're still written in the scars on my heart
You're not broken just bent
And we can learn to love again

Our tear ducts can rust
I'll fix it for us
We're collecting dust
But our love's enough
You're holding it in
You're pouring a drink
No nothing is as bad as it seems
We'll come clean

Just give me a reason
Just a little bit's enough
Just a second we're not broken just bent
And we can learn to love again
It's in the stars
It's been written in the scars on our hearts
That we're not broken just bent
And we can learn to love again

Oh, we can learn to love again
Oh, we can learn to love again
Oh, oh, that we're not broken just bent
And we can learn to love again

I gasped at how beautiful the song was. Nate told me all the girl parts and we sang it again, this time including me. Not too long when we finished and were now staring at each other's twinkly eyes, did my mother enter. We drew back and smiled at her.

"That sounded beautiful, sweethearts." Mom said. I looked at her shocked. She was there all along? That would explain the lack of drinks in her hands. I laughed lightly, shaking my head. Of course. Mom is an eavesdropper. Who would be stupid to forget. Apparently, me.

"This song is just personal to the both of us. It won't be sang to the world." Nate said. I immediately agreed and felt a shot of pain through my head. I shook it off. "So, Caity, have you thought of your album's title?" Nate asked. I tried thinking but my head was hurting really bad. I had a name in the back of my mind but I couldn't get it out. I groaned in pain and Nate immediately pushed the button on the side of the bed to alert if there was an emergency.

"It hurts, Momma." I scrunched my eyes in pain and curled up into a ball. I seriously didn't know what was happening to me but my head stung badly and I felt really hot on my arms. I closed my eyes a little more softer now and saw pitch black.

...

I looked around, orange was everywhere. I tried screaming out to someone to help me but I received no answer. I stumbled over a fallen bottle of soap and my T-Shirt caught on flames. It was only on my arms though. I screamed and got the towel and started whacking my arms. The flames died down, leaving my arms scorched in black and my top sticking to my arms. I moaned in pain and went to open the window.

The window was stuck and I had to punch the glass. I was strong, I know... There was now a huge hole formed in the window and I wrapped a towel around my bleeding hand. I groaned in pain and used my feet to do the remaining of the job. It was not easy trying to kick hard glass while clutching your f-ing bleeding hand in a towel which so happens to be your favourite neon pink towel.

I dropped the towel and called out. Coughing and gagging, I called out for help. I got the attention of my sister and she ran off. I heard a cracked and looked to where the source was coming from. I gasped and I was knocked unconscious.

...

I woke up to see the scared faces of Mom and Nate. I felt my head. I was sweating. "Babe, how are you feeling?" Mom asked, as Nurse L-M checked my temperature and my bloods.

"No more pain. Fire, everywhere. Blood." I said. I knew I wasn't making any sense but I was still trying to process what happened. I had a dream of what happened only just hours before. My Mom stroked my face and kissed me.

"Caitlyn, your lips are deathly blue, like before." Nate noted. I looked at the mirror at my bedside table and breathed heavily. "You were freezing cold. We were scared of touching you." He said. I touched my face but didn't feel anything. Of course, my fingers were cold too.

"We'll get the heater and more blankets for you." Antoine said. I nodded and smiled in thanks. He left with his wife and I looked to Nate and pursed my lips. He laughed and kissed me. He knew I was cold but he didn't care. My Mom looked away to give us a moment...or more.

****A Month Later****

I was told good news. I was going back home today. Well, not exactly home. Tim, Cornelia, Alice (who was at a friend's house due to the loud music that was for the party.) and I will be staying in Miami with Mom till we get back on our feet. Mom complained by telling us that she was lonely in that big house of hers so we all agreed.

Unfortunately for me, I still had to wear this oxygen thing. Every time I took it off, I'll be gasping for air, due to the lack of air I had when I was in the fire. I wasn't going to Camp Rock this year, due to my current condition so that's how my friends and wonderful boyfriend decided to join me so I wouldn't be lonely. That was going to be next month.

I watched as Cornelia and Mom packed my stuff away and Mitchie and Mara kept going on and on about the fun sleepovers we would have. I was helped out of my bed by Nate who put his arm around my waist and another wrapped in my hand to support me. I walked slowly out the door and met the rest of Connect 3 and Tim smiling at me. My Mom then came rushing to us telling us that the car was ready so we all headed into the lift and down.

...

It was 6 p.m in the evening and Mom was going to be late because she had a meeting. Cornie and Tim were at Tom's wife, Luna's birthday party so they were going to home late. I was home alone with Alice. We watched Harry Potter and ate popcorn. Well, I did. I didn't want to risk Alice getting ill or something. I kept a bag of treats close by for her instead. I was halfway through my movie when the door rang. I gently got up and walked slowly to the front door, cradling my oxygen tank.

I got to the door and opened it. It revealed a tall guy, roughly my age. He had brown hair like mine used to be but a bit darker. If I hadn't known any clearer, I would have said that he looked like my Dad. "Can I help you?" I weakly asked.

"Yeah, I was looking for a Miss Rebecca Wynwood." He said. I nodded and shrugged.

"I'm sorry, she isn't here at the moment but I could tell her you stopped by. Thank you and have a nice day." I said, closing the door. Something stopped me though. His words.

"I'm her son." The guy said. I yanked my door back open and stared at him in shock. "You're my twin sister." He said, cautiously. "I'm Jesse. Jesse Gellar." He finally introduced himself. "I'm really sorry to break the news like this. I can see you're not up to your normal state in your condition." He kindly said. I looked at my tank and raised a hand to feel the tube which was connecting to my nose. I gestured for him to enter and closed the door behind him.

"I thought that you looked like Jacob." I said, quietly. He shuffled from foot to foot. I think he knew what the situation was between us. "Come, sit." I offered him the black leather armchair. He sat and we stared at each other for a while. "How come I don't know you?" I asked.

"I was...Well...Jacob contacted me a few years ago. I got split from you when we were born. I had a weak heart and Jacob, seeing as he is a doctor, wanted a healthy baby. He told me the truth that he didn't want me and he was happy only having two daughters so he sent for me to get adopted." He said. A tear rolled down my cheek and I stood up, carefully and gave the guy, who was now my twin, a hug.

"I'm sorry." I whispered. He took me back to my seat and sat back down. He shrugged and there was an awkward silence between us. It was broken when the front door opened. My Mom came in the living room and halted in her tracks.

"Who are you?" She asked. Jesse stood up and I saw tears form up in his eyes.

"I'm your son." He said. Mom's eyes widened and she started crying. She brought Jesse into a hug and held him for dear life. He was now sobbing so I decided to cry to. Yes, crying is infectious! I stood up and made my way to them. They brought me in for a gentle hug and we cried together.

"But...How?" Mom asked. We all sat down and Jesse repeated what he said to me to her. She confessed that she regretted giving her baby boy away and was now happy to see him. We were eating dinner when my sister and her husband came in.

"Who are you?" Cornelia asked, the same way as Mom did, mind you.

"Cornelia sit down." Mom said. She did as she was told and took her usual seat at the dining table. "Remember when I gave birth to twins? Caitlyn and a little boy?" Mom started. CoCo cautiously nodded, looking at Jesse. Her eyes widened in realisation and she started crying.

"Is he...Is he Jesse?" She asked. How come everyone knew about Jesse, except me. Jesse nodded and Corenelia stood up and hugged him. "We're so sorry for giving you away. We never meant to." She said, kissing his head. "You know how cruel Jacob can be." She stated. Jesse nodded and hugged her back. Jesse didn't realise that our big sister was pregnant seeing as she was only three months through and not exactly showing so he hugged her waist and she let out a little yelp.

"Sorry, did I hurt you?" He asked, worriedly. We all smiled at Jesse who was confused.

"I'm pregnant." Cornelia simply said. Jesse grinned and stood up to hug her. He shook hands with Tim and even got a hug out of that.

We offered for Jesse to live with us and he agreed. Now it was me, Mom, Cornelia and Jesse. Our little family. Including our boyfriends, husbands, girlfriends, friends etc. You know. But our personal family including only us four.

My boyfriend and best friends came over a couple of hours since my reunion with my twin brother. They suspiciously watched him because I didn't introduce them yet. Shane decided to break the happy moment between my and my brother by asking rudely, "Who are you?" I rolled my eyes and Mitchie hit him.

"Sorry, I forgot to introduce you guys. Jesse, this is Connect 3 and Mitchie and Mara. Of course you know Shane, Nate, Jason and Mitchie from TV and the music, right?" Jesse nodded. "Mara is our best friend. Well guys, meet my twin brother, Jesse." I laughed at their reactions. All mouths wide open and eyes wide with shock.

"You don't look anything like each other..." Mara pointed out.

"He looks like Jacob..." Mitchie said.

"Of course! It makes sense! He's her brother because of Jacob." Jason said.

"She's lying...They aren't twins." Shane said.

"He looks her age but very little like her." Nate said.

"Dudes, I'm her twin. I know it's shocking but listen..." Jesse told the story and once he finished, all of them 'ohhhh'd. We shook our heads laughing.

"Your dad is fucking stupid." Shane said. We all agreed with that. No denying.

"When I found out he was my brother, I hugged him. I had this pull to him. A connection. Now I've known him for a couple of hours." I laughed at the last sentence. Everyone joined in and we all decided to watch the remaining of my paused Harry Potter.

I'm sorry if this was not good but I wanted her to be ok already! Lol, can you blame me? She's the star of this story. Anyway, sorry to those who realised that in the first chapters, Mara's surname was Raves and then I changed it into Paves. It's actually Paves. My friend's surname was Raves and I was emailing her at the same time. I typed her name so that's why it turned from Paves to Raves and vice versa. It's Paves, ok? Sorry for the confusing.

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