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"Miley," Oliver started, looking worried as they walked to breakfast. "Are you sure you're okay?"

She nodded quickly. "Yeah! Fine," she responded hoarsely.

"What's up with your voice?"

"Sore throat," she mumbled, rubbing her neck, irritated. "Ugh - Sorry - My neck's killing me - It's like my muscles aren't working.."

"Here," he gently put his hands on the back of her neck. "Let me help." The moment his hands touched her neck, he pulled back startled.

"What?" She looked alarmed.

"Geez Miles, you're burnin' up," he muttered, placing a hand on her forehead. It was hot.

"And I have a headache," she mumbled, groaning. She wrapped her arms around him. "Hold me."

"Maybe we should get you to the nurse."

"Okay," she said agreeably. She gasped slightly, as she fell to her knees suddenly, her hand flying to her head. "Oww," she whimpered.

"Miley!" Oliver shot down to her level, helping her up. "Okay we're definitely going to take you there."

He half-carried her, half-dragged her there, until he found that her legs were shaking. He hoisted her up bridal-style, and practically ran the rest of the way there.

"Ms. Stewart, back again?" Miley nodded weakly, offering a serene smile. Oliver placed her on the bed, laying her across.

The nurse laughed, prompting Miley to open her mouth. She switched on her penlight, and peered inside.

"Oh my - You definitely have a sore throat - With a high fever too. If it's what I think it is - We better send you back home to get you checked out."

"What is it?" Oliver asked worriedly.

"Well, I think - And I'm not sure, but she might have infectious mononucleosis."

Oliver and Miley stared at her blankly.

"Mono?" She prompted.

Oliver raised his eyebrows, and Miley blushed.

"Oh no - Don't worry - It's not really called the 'kissing disease', dear. It's a moniker for it," she said reassuringly.

She ended up calling Miley's father, who came and picked her and Oliver up, because he insisted on going with them. Mr. Stewart kept shooting Oliver glares through the mirror of the front seat.

Miley coughed, resting her head on Oliver's lap, moaning softly and burying her heated face into his knee.

She was restless, and couldn't settle on a position. She ended up practically sitting in his lap, head buried into his neck, while he held her hands.

"Hey bud, I know you're not feeling well, but maybe you should move away from Oliver?" Came Mr. Stewart's hopeful voice. "You know, just so that you don't pass anything to him," he added quickly.

Miley groaned, shaking her head, and clutching his hand tighter. "No," she whined stubbornly. "Oliver's like immune toeverything," she stated firmly.

When they went to the doctor, he lay down on the cot, and he examined her head, felt around her neck, and checked the inside of her mouth.

"Well," the doctor concluded, after taking Miley out of the examination room, in which he took her in to conduct a test. "She has mononucleosis."

"She'll be fine, right?"

"Definitely - It's a very minor case. We just had to make sure that her spleen was alright - In more prolonged cases - The spleen is usually ruptured, and that could be dangerous. We'll just prescribe her some Paracetamol and she'll need at least two days of rest and no vigorous activity for a while," stated the doctor, scribbling down a prescription.

"Will do, doc," Mr. Stewart promised. The doctor looked back down to his clipboard.

"Oh," he said looking up. "Does she have a boyfriend?" Mr. Stewart looked at Oliver, who nodded nervously.

"Yes?"

"Oh you're the boyfriend?"

"Yeah..."

"Alright, have you been feeling fever, headaches, or sore throats lately?"

Oliver shook his head, 'no'.

"No liplocking. Got it?" He turned to Mr. Stewart suddenly stern. "I thought there was something wrong with your daughter's neck - Turns out they weren't anything at all. Just marks."

Miley blushed, even in her drowsy state, as she turned to grin at Oliver. He returned the grin, albeit nervously.

"I see. Alright."

Oliver gently kissed Miley's hand, as she yawned widely, trying to get comfortable.

"You okay, Miley?"

"Never better," she murmured, eyes slipping shut, as a trace of sarcasm slipped through her voice. "It's not everyday you get 'Mono'."

"No actually," he laughed. He ran his thumb across the skin of her hand, his face turning serious. "I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"For possibly doing this to you."

She stared at him incredulously, before going into a laughing/coughing fit. "Oliver" -cough- "Teenagers contract mono around this age. It could have been anything, although," she admitted sheepishly, "It probably was because of," -cough- "What we were doing."

"That's why I'm sorr--"

"--No. Don't say you're sorry. You have nothing to be sorry about."

"But--"

"--Uh uh," she said, pointing her finger at him. "No apologies. I won't accept it. But," she said, an evil grin coming across her face. "My daddy might like one. I can tell he's convinced that this is entirely your fault."

Sure enough, Mr. Stewart was shooting him nasty looks while he listened to the doctor, who was informing him of what to do with Miley.

"I won't get to see you for two days," he pouted.

"Oh well. 'Absence makes the heart grow fonder'," she quoted cheerfully. "Or," she suddenly added, eyes narrowing. "'Out of sight, out of mind'."

He laughed, shaking his head. "That would never happen, babe."

"It better not," she threatened jokingly.

"I want a kiss," he whined quietly.

"Okay." She puckered her lips, and touched her fingers to her lips, then reached out and pressed her fingers against his lips.

"A real one!"

"No can do, Oken. I'm not allowed, remember?"

"I thought I wasn't allowed."

"Point taken." She grabbed the front of his shirt, and pressed a large kiss onto his lips, roughly shoving her tongue into his mouth. Before he could thoroughly enjoy it though, she pulled back, looking happy with herself.

"I definitely can't wait to see you in two days," he gasped, as he stood up, Mr. Stewart ushering him away, offering to drive him back.

"Love you," she called out weakly.

He managed to call past Mr. Stewart's shoulder. "Love you too!"

What do you think is gonna happen now that Miley's not there at Camp? -gasp- Review, please. . :)