Backstage: Miles and Alya

; Chapter Twelve ;

The surgery was to last for six whole hours. Six hours that Miles couldn't see Alya. Six hours that meant Miles didn't know if she was okay.

To end it all this way, he couldn't stand himself. For all Alya knew, he was dating Bianca, and that was a flat-out lie! If she didn't make the surgery..

  "No!" Miles whispered fiercely to himself. "Alya, stay strong for me. You will not die today!"

  As he consoled himself, he checked his watch and saw that it was 2:53 am in the morning. Swaying in his chair, black crowded around the edge of his vision, until he finally drifted off into slumber.

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   "Miles Lennox?" a voice called, jolting him out of sleep. Groggily he sat up, his glazed eyes finally focusing on a short blonde nurse.

  Miles rushed up to the nurse. "Is Alya okay?" he asked, keeping pace with her as they trudged down a narrow hallway.

  "She made it through the surgery, and we thought that it would be okay for you to see her." the nurse replied.

  Miles felt so happy that he felt that he might jump off the walls. "Alya's okay!" he exclaimed, his lips giving way to a wicked grin.

  As he opened the door that said, "Alya Kenndrick," the nurse said, "their were complications in the surgery," but Miles didn't hear.

  When he walked in, he saw Alya laying in bed, drinking a cup of coffee.

  "Alya!" he said excitedly, kneeling down to where she lay.

  Alya looked around her, then back at Miles, her clear blue eyes betraying confusion. "Who's Alya?"

  Oh no! What do you think will happen to Alya?

  Anyways, I have a new book up that is a Backstage/Dance Moms fanfiction! Once it gets to 100 reads, I will post a new chapter on here, so go check it out!