Disclaimer: I don't even see how this deserves to be bold anymore. It's just me, stating that I don't own something. A fact that is no doubt totally and completely obvious. Why is this even necessary? I DON'T OWN ANYTHING EXCEPT FOR THIS COMPUTER. Happy?

-Oliver's Perspective-

It had been about eight long hours since the accident, and I was freaking out more than ever. But of course, you can't blame me! One of the two most important girls in my life had just tragically died in an accident. And the other significant one that makes my world spin round, is now in some sort of coma! Well, she's sleeping…but she's been like that for seven hours! I can't help it if I'm nervous.

There is always the chance that she won't wake up. And I don't want to take that chance…ever. There are just some things in life that are too precious to let go. Especially if it's two faithful friends that would go to the end of the universe and back for you, no matter what the conditions are.

That's what people look for in best friends, don't they? Honesty? Faith? Royalty? All of which those two obtained.

Now one of them is gone, and one of them is…waking up!

Oh, thank that lord that she's awake! Finally, I've been worried sick!

I wanted to just run over to her and wrap her in a warm embrace. That's probably what she needed. What she wanted at the moment. I tried to hurry over to her, but my legs wouldn't let me.

Instead, I got this nauseating feeling in the pit of my stomach. Resulting in me walking over to her very slowly and awkwardly. It felt like someone was stabbing my heart a million times, just from when I saw her face fall when I didn't comfort her.

I took a seat in the chair that was next to the call button for the nurse. Just in case.

She greeted me, looking somewhat disoriented and half confused.

"You're awake finally…" I said, trying to force a smile. I didn't fully succeed, but it was good enough that I'm sure she bought it.

She bombarded me with all these questions. I knew her dad might not feel very comfortable with answering them, since he wasn't a witness at the scene. So I just went right along, thinking that I might be the better person to tell her.

I told her about the driver going too fast and hitting Lilly. Then asking her if she remembered because I didn't want to feel like an idiot if I kept going on and on when she already knew what happened.

"Yeah, but that doesn't necessarily mean anything. I mean, she's just being treated right? Just a few scrapes and bruises, like skateboarding." She said.

Oh Miley, Miley. How I wish I could tell you that that's what happened. But I can't, because it's not.

She looked like she was praying in her mind, like hoping for this to be true. But I let my façade go, and I could tell she read my eyes and saw the sadness. Her face immediately fell into a frown.

"It's bad? Isn't it?" She asked with a serious look on her face. I couldn't help but feel sweaty. I was the one who was about to tell her about her best friend's death.

I wasn't going to beat around the bush and not give her a direct answer. That's what she wanted, so I wasn't going to make her dig for the answer and suffer. She deserved the truth, so that's exactly what she was getting.

"Lilly…she- she was pronounced dead on the scene." I stuttered. I couldn't help but feel the horror on my face when I said those words.

The realization just dawned on me. Lilly Truscott is dead. She's not on this earth anymore. She won't text me in the morning with her daily wake up calls. She'll never insult my shirts ever again. I'll never see her smile or her unique personality…her. I won't see her. And that's enough to put a damper on anybody's mood.

It was like I couldn't keep any emotions in. I needed to be a man, like I wanted to be. But you don't always get what you want, though.

I felt moisture threatening to spill over the rim of my eyelashes. I could just sense the quiet sobs that were making their way up my throat.

I tried to blink it all away, which only resulted in all the tears spilling down onto my light jeans.

I looked down to the ground, not willing to let my only girl friend left, see my feminine side.

I could feel her stares as I sniffed a bit. Although, I couldn't help but wonder how she wasn't tearing up like me.

As if right on cue, I felt Miley's hand that she put on my shoulder a few seconds ago, fall off. I saw the hand out of the corner of my eye, it was limp. At first I was thinking that she had fainted. But when I looked up, I was so far off.

Her lower lip was trembling. Her brow was furrowed into a small crease on her forehead. And her face turned from a nice Californian tan, to white and clammy skin.

Then, what I had been waiting for, happened. She cracked. I think that if someone was in her position, any sane, normal person would to.

She started crying full on. I haven't seen her cry this hard since her mom died.

She took her hands and tried to cover up her tearstained face. I knew she did this so I wouldn't see her this way. But we both knew that I would not have it that way. I already let loose in front of her. So she has to give me this one…

I shyly lifted my hands and shifted so I could get to hers more easily. I grabbed hold of her wrists and pulled.

She was resisting my yanking. But my muscles over powered hers, and my hands gently lifted hers away from her head.

I looked her straight in the eye, more serious than I had ever been in my life.

I looked at her face while we were in our own little bubble. I saw the glint off the wetness that caused her mascara to bleed down her cheeks and onto her hospital gown.

Her cheeks turned scarlet, as she looked away.

She was still heavily sobbing throughout all of this. She was shaking, and crying. I could tell that she was more scared than she'd ever been in her life. Helpless, I'd say. Miley was completely and utterly helpless.

Hopefully I could fix that. I was equally as sad as her, but I just had a different way of showing it.

I stood up from my chair meaning to leave and sulk but she immediately grabbed my hands and pulled me back down into the chair.

I see, she didn't want me to leave. She was lonely, and she didn't know what to do.

I sighed, understanding what she needed at that moment.

So I stood up again, this time making sure she didn't misunderstand my actions. I pulled up her blankets from her legs and crawled in the hospital bed with her. I know that if someone were to see us, they would think I was her boyfriend, or something of the sort. But I knew, and hopefully so did Mr. Stewart, that I was doing this purely from the bottom of my heart.

She gasped at the close distance that was just put between us. In response, I stupidly sniffed back my tears again. I lay my head down on her pillow so that I was level and facing hers.

We intertwined hands, and held on tightly in fear of losing the other. We stared into each others eyes, with tears spilling over.

This was so sad for both of us, and our hearts were eternally scarred.

Miley's knees were tucked up into my stomach, and mine were sort of cradling her. We needed each other so much right then, that if the world stopped spinning, our hearts would be the last ones to have our final beat. With this much emotion and power, I felt like I could live forever if only I had Miley with me. This was what friends were for. No, correction…this is what best friends are for.

This is about the closest we've ever been in our lives, but it's fine. I'm not worried about it one bit.

I weakly smiled at her and reached my free hand up to brush a strand of her curly hair out of her face. She smiled in gratitude.

"Thank you." She whispered. I knew she didn't just mean about moving her hair out of her eyes. But she meant just being here with her, and staying when no one else could understand.

"I'm here." I stated back to her. My voice quivered with honesty. That was a promise that I was willing to make, and that I would never break.

I stretched my neck up so that I could reach her hairline. I carefully kissed her forehead, and looked back into her eyes.

I smiled at her and she smiled back. But only to have those smiles replaced with more tears.

She nestled herself into my chest and continued. She was soaking my shirt, but I have others.

She was getting the hospital bed all makeup-stained, but they can change the sheets.

I gently rested my chin on her forehead, closed my eyes and relaxed, trying to make sense of the day's events.

I didn't know what effect this was going to have on us the next day, or the week after. All I knew is that what happened…happened. We couldn't have changed it. Unless, one of us had future seeing abilities, which I highly doubt.

The past is the past, and even how much we want to change it, it will always stay the same.

I heard the door open to the room, but only to close once more. I bet they saw us this way, and didn't want to disturb. Sure, it was a bit strange with Mr. Stewart sleeping les than 15 feet away. But to me, I felt like we were alone.

This could mean something, and it could not.

The most I think it could ever mean is that I'd like to be alone with her in this time of sorrow. Yeah, that's exactly it. Nothing more. I'd know if it was.

I felt her sniffle a little bit. So I smiled and kept on holding her.