Last Flight Home

-Alex POV-

I couldn't concentrate during the concert or the autograph signing. I was too focused on thinking about Blake. I tried to think of ways to make it up to her. So far in the plan that I had to make up to her was to say I'm sorry. It was so difficult because I was madly in love with her while my best friend felt the same way. One would end up with her and the other would be left crushed. I couldn't be the one crushed. I wasn't going to let that happen.

The concert finally ended and I rushed back to the bus. I still didn't have a plan but all I knew was that I had to talk to her. Just hear her voice. Hear her heartbeat. See her beautiful face that was the only one who could make my knees shake. There was not one thing that wasn't perfect with her. Yes, everyone has imperfections, but those imperfections are perfect. The way her eyes glisten when the sun catches them. The way her cheeks have tints of pink in them all the time, and when she blushes… It makes my heart flutter.

I opened the tour bus and rushed back to the back room door. I took a deep breath in and got the guts to knock on the door.

"Blake," I sighed, "It's me. Alex…"

It was silent. I could understand why she was giving me the silent treatment. I deserved it.

I waited outside the door and I just began talking, "I know you probably don't want to talk to me or see me but I need to apologize. I'm sorry for everything. I treated you like shit and I never should have done that. You don't deserve that. You deserve the best because you are the best. That slut back there means nothing. I don't even know who she is. I don't remember her at all. I was drunk that night and god knows what happened. I made a mistake and i except the punishment. You don't have to forgive me, you don't have to do anything, just let me be around you. I want you to know that I need you in my life Blake. I can't lose you. I lost Daniel and now you're slowly slipping away and I'm s fucking idiot to even let that happen. You were everything to me all my life, even when you moved. I never let go of you even though it looked like I was a douche bag. Well I am a douche bag but I'm going to try and fix that. You've stolen my heart and I don't want it back. I want you to keep it safe and I know you will. I-I just- Blake, I love you."

I pouted knowing that I wasn't going to get any response. A few moments later, Jack and the guys came on the bus seeing that I was sitting by the door with my knees to my chest and my head down.

"Alex…what are you doing?" Jack asked with a concerned look on his face.

"Apologizing to Blake," I told him, "but she's not answering. I can understand why though. She probably never wants to see my face again."

"Hang on," Jack muttered as he pushed past me.

"Blake?" Jack called, "Blake, it's Jack. It's okay."

We waited for a moment and there was no answer. She didn't even answer to Jack… something was wrong. My heart was practically bouncing around rapidly in my chest. I was nervous.

Jack reached for the door handle and twisted it. Why didn't I think of that? The door was unlocked and Jack slowly opened the door and peaked his head in. Instantly, Jack screamed in horror.

"BLAKE!" Jack screeched swinging the door wide open. Jack rushed in and bent down. I poked my head in a gasped. I stood up from the floor and ran in.

I was hoping that my eyes were deceiving me. My heart sank… There was Blake, on the floor, passed out. I rushed by Jack while he turned her over so that we were able to see her face. I felt like knives were stabbing me in my back. I had never seen her like this. Blake's face was as white as my white v-neck shirt. There was no pink whatsoever. Her eyes had bags under them and there was nothing but darkness encircling them.

"Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god." Jack started to hyperventilate. I felt dizzy myself but I had to save Blake.

"What's the matter?" I panicked while pushing the hair out of her face and feeling her fragile bones across her face. "She's not breathing." My eyes started to water as I yelled for help.

"Blake! Can you hear me?" I protested with tears on my cheeks.

Soon, Matt, Rian, and Zack all rushed back with a surprised expression on their faces.

"What happened?" Rian panicked.

"It looks like she fainted," Matt carefully examined her body like he was some kind of doctor.

"SHE ISN'T BREATHING!" Jack said with worry and fret in his voice.

"We better take her to the hospital," Zack suggested before he ran out of the room.

I panicked from just hearing those words come out of Zack's mouth. My girl was going to the hospital. The last time I was in the hospital it was when Daniel passed away… I couldn't take it knowing that she was going to be in there.

"No!" I cried, "She's not going in there! I won't let you take her!" I picked her up and held her in my arms. My cries fell harder. I didn't want her going in there because I was afraid that she wouldn't come back out.

"Alex," Matt reassured, "She's going to be alright. We need to get to the hospital for the doctor's to make sure that nothing is wrong."

I closed my eyes and shook my head. I was too scared. I didn't want to let her go.

Zack came back into the room and stated, "I called the hospital and they're on their way."

"No no no," I muttered under my breath.

"Alex its going to be alright," Rian comforted me and rubbed my back. I tried to block out everything else. I didn't even want to know how Jack was taking it in. I just held Blake close and nuzzled my head into the crook of her neck. I breathed her in. She smelled like cherry blossom. My favorite.

Within a few minutes, the ambulance arrived and I was told to let go, but I couldn't. People tried to pry her away from me but I wasn't letting go.

"Alex," they all yelled, "We need to help her!"

I took a deep breath in and finally released my grip. I watched as they carried her away and the last I saw of her that night was when the ambulance was riding off into the distance.

-The Next Afternoon-

We waited and waited…and waited….and guess what? Waited… Everyone on the tour bus consumed the hospital waiting room. I felt bad because even the people who were injured or sick couldn't find a seat because we were there. We watched as patients were being taken in and out all night. It made me so depressed to see all these people in this condition.

I sat by Jack all night and morning and we never moved a muscle. We never slept. We never talked. We just sat there fearing for the worst. I didn't even want to know what I looked like at this point. It couldn't be pretty. My hair was a mess, my clothes were soaked in sweat from the nervousness, my chin became stubbly, and who knows what else.

I stared down at the floor in misery at the same spot for over an hour. I couldn't help but think that she was the reason that she was in this infectious death trap. If I didn't fuck around with that girl, we would still be in the tour bus- together and in love.

"Family and friends of Blake Evans," a voice called out. Everyone looked up and stared at the nurse that stood near us.

"I have good news," she sighed glancing down at the papers in her hands.

"Just tell us," Jack whispered in agony.

"Well the good news is that Blake is okay and she's in recovery," the nurse went on, "She's going to have to take it slow for the next week or so. We're going to keep her overnight just incase anything out of the ordinary happens."

Thank. Fucking. God.

My girl was going to be okay. I couldn't help but smile.

"What caused it?" Matt couldn't help but wonder.

"Well the record states that it was too little foods and fluids as well as the possible emotional stress. That can trigger it immensely."

Both Jack and I looked at each other. What have we done? Well… What have I done? I was such a douche.

"Would you guys like to see her?" the nurse grinned waiting for a response. Everyone stood up, inching towards her.

"Whoa! Whoa!" the nurse chuckled, "only a few people in the room."

Everyone looked around at each other. Both Jack and I stepped forward.

"Now that's more like it," the nurse added, "follow me gentlemen."

I couldn't wait to see her face. I admit, I missed seeing her face probably more than I should have, but I couldn't help it. I had those familiar butterflies that I always got just thinking about her. My heart pounded as I was going to win my girl back- without a doubt.