Author's note: I finally have the inspiration to come out with a story that is going to have a few chapters. I am going to make this rated T, just in case. I'm pretty sure it will stay at this rating. This is my first multiple chapter story so I hope you guys like it!

Disclaimer: I do not own Hannah Montana or any of the characters in the show. Just putting it out there.

Time of Need

Chapter 1

24 year old, Oliver Oken, was pacing back and forth in his house while chewing on his finger nails nervously. "She was supposed to be here by now." He thought. Oliver stood by the window, looking out to check if any cars were coming down the street. Nothing. Rain drops were rapidly streaming down the windows and the sound of the rain hitting the ground was heard from inside his house. Oliver bit his lip as he started to think of negative things. The smooth roads soon started to turn into slippery wet paths. There was nothing but darkness outside. Oliver sucked in a shaky breath, "Lilly."

He grabbed his phone and dialed her cell number. No answer. A few seconds later, his phone rung. "H-hello?" He spoke in panic.

"Mr. Oliver Oken?" The woman asked through the receiver.

"Yeah, that's me. Who is this?"

"Mr. Oken, we have your wife here, Lilly Oken, in the hospital. She was in a terrible car accident. Just please come quick. We will explain later." And with that, the nurse hung up.

Oliver ran outside in the pouring rain, closing the door behind him and ran down the slippery steps, nearly tripping over his own two feet. He wiped his soaking wet bangs away from his face and entered the car, starting it immediately. He stomped onto the gas pedal and began driving. He didn't bother watching his speed. The meter read to about 50 miles per hour but he didn't seem to care. His wife was in hurt. The rain drops poured down on the window shield heavy and fast as the window wipers cleared them away. As soon as Oliver drove onto the highway, he speeded up to 80 miles. His hands clutched onto the wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white. He had a determined look on his face mixed with a face that was lost in thought. Oliver shook off his thoughts and found himself close to hitting a car in front of him. Once he noticed, he quickly swerved around the car, followed by a loud honk that was from the car he just passed and a yell from the driver.

"Asshole." Oliver mumbled to himself and he continued to speed up the road. He finally reached the highway exit and made his way to the hospital's parking lot. Once he parked he ran into the hospital. He was drenched. His hair was sticking to his face, his white T-shirt pressed against his chest that was slightly visible now, and his black tight jeans sticking to his legs and slightly baggy. He wiped the water from his face and walked up to the main desk quickly.

"I-I'm Oliver Oken. My wife, Lilly... Uh, I got a c-call." He panted heavily and looked at the desk lady with sad eyes.

The lady nodded, "Right. Room 325, third floor, Go right ahead."

Oliver's shoes squeaked as he ran up 2 flights of stairs and ran through hallways trying to find Lilly. He scanned the hallways with his eyes before he came in contact with Lilly's room. Oliver ran into the room quickly with no knock.

His eyes first locked on the doctor, then back at Lilly. He looked over at her his wife, laying in bed helplessly. The covers discarded from her body and revealed the damage. Her face was as pale as ever with multiple cuts and scratches along it.

Her lips were chapped and bloody, not the same soft pink ones he has kissed more than a million times.

There was a cut right on her cheek that looked pretty deep. Her left eye looking a bit black and blue.

His eyes scanned lower onto her body. A few deep cuts were placed right about her chest and to her arms.

And finally, her legs looked limb and bruised. Small cuts were here and there.

Oliver noticed her eyes were closed. Instead of slight relief that he found her, a bang of pain turned into his stomach as he thought about the scene in front of him. "Lilly!?" His voice raised as he walked closer to the bed, extending his arm out to touch her.

The doctor looked over at Oliver whose eyes were wide with his mouth slight open, "Mr Oken, you can't be in here. Lilly needs to-"

"No, what happened to her!?" He yelled, motioning over to Lilly who looked lifeless just lying there.

The doctor took a step closer to Oliver and took him by the shoulders, leading him out the room. "We need you out, Oli-"

"NO!" Oliver said a bit louder as he was being dragged out the room. He tried to get out of the doctor's grip, "That's MY wife! I need to see her! I need to know if she is okay!"

As soon as the doctor led him out the room, he closed the door behind him and sighed. "She was in a pretty bad car accident. The roads were extremely slippery and her car went out of control and hit a tree. The seat belt cut into her body and the airbag hit her face pretty hard." He took a deep breath, "They had to break the windows to get her out of the car. She is a very lucky girl, Oliver.. She could of-"

There were tears streaming down Oliver's face. He didn't even try to hide it. Even though he tried to keep a manly image, nothing was worse than his wife being hurt. Oliver bit his lip, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand and nodded, "May I go see her now?"

The doctor sighed heavily, thinking. A few seconds later, he finally nodded, "Go ahead." He patted Oliver's back softly.

He smiled wide and walked back into the room, looking over at Lilly again. He kneeled down and took Lilly's bruised and scratched up hand, running his thumb over it softly, "Hey, Lilly-pop."

To his surprise, Lilly slowly opened her eyes, letting out a soft groan as her eyes tried to adjust to the bright light above her. She blinked a couple of things and gasped softly, turning her head, "O-Ollie?"

He took a deep breath and spoke in a soft whisper, "I'm really sorry this happened. I was waiting for you to come home then I got a call, saying you were here. I came over here as fast as I could. I was so worried, Lils. I thought it was too.. late." His eyes began to water again as he looked into his wife's eyes.

"I'm okay, Oliver. I'm just so happy the ambulance got there on time to save me.. and I'm so glad you're here." She smiled slightly, reaching up to caress his cheek with her small, bruised hand.

"I love you, Lilly." He whispered, "I would be so devastated if something happened to you.."

Lilly started to tear up as well, "I love you too, Ollie-pop."

Oliver took his index finger and lifted Lilly's chin up slowly as he leaned in and pressed his lips against hers softly. His tongue glided over her bottom lip, feeling the small cuts carefully. The married couple pulled away slowly with a satisfied smile on both of their faces.

"You better go to sleep, babe. You really need some rest." He said softly.

Lilly pouted slightly, putting her bottom lip out, "But Ollie, I wanna be with you."

He chuckled softly and pulled the bed covers up to Lilly's torso, leaning down to kiss her forehead softly and careful enough not to irritate the small cut to the side of it. "Sweet dreams, Lilly."

She yawned and shut her eyes, quickly drifting off to sleep.

Author's Note: THAT is the end of the first chapter to my new story. I am super excited to hear what you guys have to say about it! Please review! xo