Sorry it took me a while to update, but I was busy updating my other stories, and I've been busy with school, and I have been pretty sick. But I've updated now, so all of that does not matter. Hope you like reading this chapter as much as I liked writing it:) Miley's POV.

Chapter Two

Jake was in the hospital, and I was on my way there with my dad at this very moment.

"Dad, can you please speed up a little?" I asked impatiently. "I have to see Jake... NOW!"

"Look, bud. Unless some kind of miracle happens, it is going to be a while before this traffic starts moving again," my dad said, and shrugged.

I crossed my arms, and waited for the traffic to start moving. As I waited, I started chewing myself out in my head for never saying goodbye to Jake.

At the time that I had the chance to say goodbye to him, I did not know that it may very well be the last chance I ever get to say goodbye.

My thoughts were suddenly interrupted when I felt the car jerk forward. The traffic was finally moving! YES!

"The traffic is cleared up," My dad said. "I hope we get there in time."

"First of all, you win the award for 'Mr. State the Obvious', because it would not have taken a genius to figure out that the traffic is cleared," I began saying. "And second of all, what do you mean 'in time'?"

"Well, Miles. I wasn't supposed to tell you this, but the doctors say that Jake's injury is pretty serious, and to tell you the truth, when we get there might be the last time he lives to see us," my dad said to me as he turned to look at me, until he realized that he was still driving.

"Is it that bad?" I asked my dad, almost bursting out in tears st my father's words.

"Yeah, bud. It is. I'm so sorry," my dad told me with a sad expression on his face. "I know that you two were real good friends and all."

"We weren't just friends. He kissed me just before he left," I admitted to my father. "We really, really liked each other. He even asked me out." I paused for a moment to see the expression on my dad's face. "We were going to go out on a date as soon as he got out, but now, that's not very likely."

I now noticed that my dad's cars was already parked in the parking lot of the hospital. "Don't you wanna go see him?" my dad asked as he quickly got out of the car.

Moments later, I did the same.

We rushed through the hospital to the front desk, where we would find out what room Jake was in.

The nurse handed us a piece of paper with a number on it. 236. We ran toward that room at the speed of light.

In the process of doing so, we almost knocked over three dead people laid on stretchers. Luckily, none of them were Jake.

When we got into Jake's room, I saw him lying in his hospital bed motionless.

My dad and I sat down in chairs beside the bed, waiting for Jake to wake up.

Five minutes, still not awake.

10 minutes.

I was starting to get really worried. What if Jake really was dead. I would be so mad at myself if he was. I am already really mad at myself for never actually saying goodbye to him, even though it might have been the last time I ever saw him alive.

After an hour of waiting and him still not waking up, I began to cry, because I really did believe that Jake was dead. Not only was he my favorite actor other than Orlando Bloom, but he was also my boyfriend.

Why did this have to happen to me? Why did this have to happen to him? He definitely did not deserve this.

I can feel rage streaming through my body, words that I would never dare say in front of my dad waiting to come out of my mouth.

I couldn't take it anymore. "NO!" I screamed. "This isn't happening!" I started to run out of the room, but my dad got hold of me and held me tight.

"Bud, I know that you two were really close. I am so sorry about him," he said, trying to calm me down.

I slowly stopped trying to escape from his arms, and just burst out into tears. I found myself crying more than I had cried at my own mother's death.

I sat back down in the chair I had been sitting in before, and held Jake's hand. "I'm sorry, Jake. I'm so, so sorry." I sat there, crying into Jake's hand for a few moments, and then said, "Goodbye."

I began to follow my dad out of the room to try to escape the memories I still had of Jake, but when I left the room, I felt even worse.

I turned back to see Jake's body one last time, and I saw something that I had secretly hoped to see, but never expected.

The person that everyone thought was dead sat slowly up in his bed, and looked straight at me. "Miley? I feel terrible for some reason," he began. "There must be some sort of explanation for why I am sitting here in the hospital with all of these tubes attached to me." He smiled slightly and waited for a response.

"Oh my gosh! You're alive! I can't believe it!" I shouted all at once through the tears flowing down my cheeks. I went over to him, and hugged him tightly, and refused to let go for a few seconds.

"Ow, that kinda hurts," the badly injured guy that no longer looked like my boyfriend said, and pointed to the part of his shoulder I had been touching. It had all kinds of bandages on it with blood soaking through them.

"Oh, sorry," I said feeling kind of embarrassed. "I'm just so happy to see you awake."

"So how exactly did I get here?" he asked once again. "I can't remember a thing." He scratched the top of his head where a bruise was, and looked at me, patiently waiting for an answer.

"You were on your way to Romania to film your new movie, but the plane crashed or something. All I know is that no one thought you would survive," I said, almost crying again at the thought of what had happened the previous day.

Judging by the look on Jake's face, he was starting to remember what had happened. I looked at him, and I saw him cringe. He obviously remembers it clearly. Probably more than he wants to remember.

A nurse entered the room, and said to me and my dad, "I'm sorry but visiting hours are over. I'm going to have to ask you guys to leave now."

"Can we just have one more minute?" my dad asked the nurse politely. "That's all we need. Just one minute."

"Yeah, sure," she replied, and winked at my dad as she left the room. He shook his head with a disgusted look on his face.

"That woman looked about the same age as me mom. Now that's just wrong," he said, looking like he was about to gag.

"Anyway," I began, "I am just so glad to see you breathing. I guess we have to go now, but I'll come and visit you tomorrow," I told him sweetly. He smiled at me, and I kissed him on a small uninjured part of his cheek.

"See you tomorrow," he replied, and dozed off.

I followed my dad out of the room, with a smile on my face. I was happy to see that Jake was not dead, even though he was really hurt.

A/N:

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