AN: This story is the direct sequel to Four Words. That story ended right where this one begins. Any ways, now we are going to see what happens between Miley and Michael. Is it going to be good or bad? Only time can tell...

Chapter One: The Unthinkable Happens Part 2

As the moments ticked away, Michael felt himself grow into an unbelievable panic. There he sat on the cold, wet grass, holding Miley to his chest, trying in vain to protect her. Her blood staining his clothes, and Michael slowly feeling her slipping away with each second that passes. He had to do something, and he had no idea what that was going to be. The pain that he felt from the crash was slowly healing himself, and he slowly turned to his girlfriend that he was holding. Michael contemplated flying to a hospital, but with no idea as to where that was, he knew that flying around was a bad idea, especially with a dying Miley to tend to. Michael had to do something, because Miley's life depended on it.

With nothing to lose, Michael carefully scooped Miley into his arms, and walked along the road, all the time praying to the gods above to send someone to help them.

Almost on cue, someone did come. By the grace of god, an ambulance was slowly driving up the street that he was carrying Miley on, and they stopped as Michael flagged them down.

"Please! Please help us!" Michael screamed, almost in a begging way. They came to a stop, and two guys hopped out of the ambulance, rushing over towards the two of them.

"What happened?" The Paramedic asked Michael.

"We were driving along the road in the storm, and I swerved to avoid hitting someone, and we crashed into a tree." Michael said in a panic. "When I came to, I saw that a tree trunk crushed the car that we were driving, and I pulled her from the car to try and save her. Can you do anything?"

"Lucky for you that we came along. There is a hospital less than a mile from where you are going." The paramedic said. He motioned for someone to help him, and they began to strap Miley to a gourney, and slide her into the back of the ambulance that they were driving as Michael stood back and helplessly watch as they did what they were trained and supposed to do. Michael hopped into the back of it, and the ambulance roared up the street with them in the back of it. Michael helplessly held onto the limp hand of Miley, praying that she was going to be okay.


When they finally reached the hospital, the paramedics and members of the hospital staff came out to help the paramedics wheel Miley into the hospital. Michael ran along side of them as they wheeled her into the hospital, but when it came to a certain point, the doctors stopped him from following her further.

"I am sorry sir, but you have to stay out here." A doctor said. Michael could only watch as they went out of view, and he was forced to stand there, not being able to do a damn thing.

He slumped against a wall, and began to cry, something that the young man rarely did...


When Michael woke up, he found himself in the waiting room of the hospital. He was asleep on one of the chairs in the room, but the way that he fell asleep made him wake up with a crick in his neck, and his whole body stiff. He slowly trekked to the bathroom, and cleaned himself up. Oddly enough, the t-shirt that he had on underneath was relatively clean, given the fact that it was only wet basically. He took off his bloodstained shirt, and contemplated throwing it away, but decided against it for some reason. Michael sighed, and returned to the waiting room, where there was a doctor waiting for him.

"Can I help you?" Michael asked, approaching the doctor.

"Yes, I take it that you are here with Ms. Miley Stewart?" The doctor asked him.

"Yeah, I am. How is she doing?" Michael asked.

"Well, she is doing fine, there was no need to do any surgery, but she is going to require some rehab sooner or later." The doctor answered.

"She's going to be alright? I mean, is there going to be any long term damage to her?" Michael asked the doctor. The doctor could see that there was legit worry in the young man's eyes, and he gave him a comforting smile to reassure him.

"No, there is not going to be any long term damage to her, but she was roughed up a little bit. Also, when she heads back home, she will need someone to take care of her." The doctor told him.

"I'll do it. No problem." Michael answered.

"Okay, that is really good to hear. She needs to be around family while she is recovering. She is resting in her hospital room right now, speaking of which. I can take you to her now if you want." The doctor told him.

"Sure. I want to see her." Michael said, his heart feeling as if a weight was lifted off of him.


Michael walked into Miley's hospital room, and saw that she was sleeping peacefully. Michael walked to her side, and pulled up a chair. As he sat there, he couldn't help but smile, for a few reasons. One, he was very glad that Miley was not only alright, but it seemed that she was going to recover, with time of course. Two, she was going to be staying with him for a while, and he hoped that was going to be a precursor to something new.

Michael leaned over, and grabbed her hand, giving it a lovely and light squeeze.

"Miley Stewart, I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you." Michael smiled, giving her a quick peck on the cheek.

As Michael sat there staring at her, he took her hand once more. He smiled, and fell asleep.


AN: As I stated before, this story takes place right after "Four Words". What this story is mainly about is what happened and the effects after that story. I really do hope that clears any confusion up that anyone has. Thanks for reading and stay tuned for more.