A/N: Sorry for the wait. Been busy with school. This is the last chapter. Hope you liked it.

Beck POV

Well shit, I'm in a hospital. Jade woken up not too long ago. But her parents wanted to see her first. They're pretty much uptight bitches about this. We can hear them yelling from the hall. Tori's parents are looking at each other, silently judging Jade's parents, parenting skills. I walked over to Tori who was reading a magazine, anxiously biting her nails.

"Hey." I said. Tori jumped out of her seat a little, I guess I startled her.

"Why would she do that? It was so uncalled for... oh my goodness." Tori said.

"She just hasn't been okay lately." I put my arm around Tori and rubbed her arm back and forth, I don't know what kind of emotions are going through Tori's head, but they can't compare to mine. This has to be the worse day of my life.

Jade's POV

Fucking. Hell. So close.

My fucking parents are just yelling and yelling? What the hell. This is just pure hell. They think I'm crazy, they're blaming each other and it's not even about me, it's about them. Instead of them asking, "What's wrong, honey?" they come in to my hospital room and yell at each other.

"SHUT UP!" I screamed over them.

"Jade. Do not use that tone of voice towards us. We're your parents." Mother told me.

"All you two do is fight. I CAN'T STAND IT! You two use to be in love... happy... I can't live with you two hating each other and acting like nothing is wrong..." I said. They were both shocked that I was telling them the truth. "Why can't you two just go back to loving each other."

"Jade, we're getting a divorce." My father admitted.

"You two can get counseling! Just, don't do this." Tears started streaming down my face, God I hate that. This can't be happening. Not here.

"Jadey..." God, I hate that nickname. "It has nothing to do with you. It's between your mother and I." My father said. He tried to kiss my forehead but I backed away. He left the room. My mom stayed.

"I want this to still work. He just doesn't want to anymore." My mom cried. I never seen my mom this way before. I put my hands out for her, we hugged and I kissed her forehead. "I love you, Mom." I told her.

"I love you too, sweetie. Please take care of yourself. I don't want to see you here ever again..." She told me, "I understand if you don't want to stay with me or your father right now, but you have to take care of yourself. We love you, Beck loves you. Your friends... Baby, just stay strong." She told me. I nodded, for her I will. My mom walked out of the room. I sighed, I looked around my room, observing the each and every inch of the room. Then I heard a knock... It was Beck with a box of chocolates.

"I know you hate flowers so I got you chocolates instead." He said. I cracked a smile.

"I'm sorry." I told him.

"Sorry for what?" He asked.

"I never gave you a chance to explain or anything... I was so scared of you... you coming over. I just... I didn't want to hear what you had to say." I told him.

"All I care about is that you're okay. You scared me, I love you. Whether you believe it or not." He kissed me and I made room for him in my bed. I patted the side of my bed for him to lay down.

"What were you going to tell me?" I asked. He climbed into my hospital bed and laid down next to me.

"I love you, you mean the world to me. I've just haven't shown it because I'm kind of just like you... you love me, but you don't like to show it sometimes... but I guess I haven't really been showing you that I do love you. It broke my heart that you said those words to me the other day, it broke my heart that you did this to yourself... but I'm fine now, now that you're okay." He told me, laying his hand on my cheek.

I closed my eyes and he wrapped his arms around me.

"Don't let go." I whispered.

"Never." He told me.

I feel safe. Even though... I still feel unstable. But I feel better... but not quite.