The doctor cleared her throat. "Well, first of all. You, Lily. I shouldn't really be disclosing this information to anyone outside family. However, since your parents could not be reached, I will tell Mr. Stewart and your friends this. You do not have internal bleeding. Three of your ribs are broken, however, so we need to fix this ASAP. You're scheduled for surgery tomorrow morning at nine. However, you should be fine."

I was happy to hear this, but I was too worried about Jackson to really care much. Miley, Oliver, and Robbie Ray smiled in relief, and Miley gave me a half hug, careful not to hurt me.

"Now, Jackson," said the doctor, and I felt Miley stiffen. My own head snapped to attention. Robbie Ray laid one protective hand on Jackson's shoulder, and Oliver shifted uncomfortably and chewed on his thumbnail.

"The test results are conclusive that Jackson does not suffer from brain damage. His results show that his brain is healthy and active ... " the doctor droned on and on, but I wasn't listening. I was just staring at Jackson, and the grin on my face just kept growing and growing.

Finally, the doctor stopped talking, and left the room. I didn't know what was wrong with Jackson for him to still be unconscious, but from the look of extreme happiness on Robbie Ray's face, I knew it couldn't be too bad.

"Jackson's okay!" Miley cheered, jumping up and down. "Lily's okay! Lily and Jackson are AOK!"

Oliver just beamed, too happy to say a word.

Robbie Ray chuckled. "Thank God," he murmured.

After this excitement, the three of them left for a while. They had to go home, they said, but they promised to be back after supper.

My parents arrived shortly after Robbie Ray, Miley, and Oliver had left. They were shocked to see me in so much pain - my mother cried, in fact - but the doctor came in again to tell them about me, and they were happy to hear that Jackson and I would be okay.

While my parents were there, the Stewarts and Oliver came back again. We were talking and laughing, but I noticed that everyone kept glancing at Jackson. We knew that he was supposed to wake up and be fine, but what if he wasn't? What if the doctor was wrong? The thought was lurking uncomfortably in my mind.

When it came time for my mother and father to leave, they were reluctant.

"Maybe we should stay the night, honey," said my mother. My father nodded in agreement.

"No, you guys, you don't need to do that," I protested. "It's not that I don't want you here, but you need to get some sleep. You can come in first thing tomorrow, before I have my surgery. Don't worry about me, I have Jackson for company."

"Okay, honey," said my father, "If you're sure."

"I'm sure," I said.

"That poor boy," my mother muttered, looking at Jackson. "He protected you, Lily. You could be dead now, if it wasn't for him. I'd like to get ahold of that ass, Ben. Lily, I hope you know that you can never see him again."

"Of course not!" I cried. "I don't want to! Mom, I hate him! I know who I really love. And that is Jackson."

My mother smiled, and looked like she wanted to say something else, but she didn't. Finally, she just said, "Good night, sweetie."

I kissed them goodbye, and they left. Finally, I was alone with Jackson.

I grabbed his hand. "Come on, wake up," I pleaded. "You can do it, Jackson!"

There was no answer, and I sighed. Tears rushed to my eyes. What if he died, because of me? Jackson was so brave, so loving. He shouldn't die. He couldn't die.

"You can do it, Jackson. I love you. There, I said it! I really do, and it's only now that I realize it. It's not just because you saved me, though. I've loved you for a while. Come on, wake up, so we can be together. Jackson, I can't bear the thought of life without you ..."

He groaned, and my eyes widened with excitement. He was actually waking up!

His eyelids fluttered, and he coughed. Then he looked at me. "Hey there, darlin'," he rasped.

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