That night lasted forever to Miley. She tossed and turned, not sleeping at all.
The next morning, she was afraid to go downstairs. She knew she was going to be told Oliver was still terminally ill. She was dreading that.
Eventually, she came out of her room.
Robby Ray and Jackson both looked up at her as she cautiously came downstairs. Her face was still ghostly pale, but her eyes were red and puffy.
"Miles." Said Robby Ray. "Sit down." He said slowly.
Miley's heart sank.
"Oliver's still there Miley, but he can't last much longer. Miley, it's time for Oliver to move on to heaven. He's on a life support machine. He's ready to go up to God's kingdom now. I know that none of us are ready to let him go, but he really can't stay much longer here. I'm so sorry Miles. I'm so sorry." He explained.
Miley shook her head and ran to her room. Oliver couldn't die. He just couldn't. It wasn't right.
Robby Ray sighed. Miley was his little girl. It hurt him so much to see her losing a friend she cared about so much. He hated seeing her bottling everything up, too scared to speak. He didn't know how to help her. He just didn't know what to do.
Jackson went up to Miley's room. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at the ground. He sat down beside her.
"Everything's gonna work out somehow Miles. Everything happens for a reason. It just takes time to figure that reason out. It's not going to be easy. We'll just have to take each moment as it comes." He said calmly.
Miley didn't say anything. Tears rolled down her face. She was still staring at the ground.
"Miley, we're always here. I need you to know that. Don't be afraid to talk to me. Never feel alone. We'll always be there." He whispered, before hugging his lifeless sister, and going back downstairs.
He hated seeing his little sister so scared and lonely. How was she going to cope without Oliver, her best friend?
