"Oliver? Oliver?"

I groaned inwardly. My head felt like it was exploding, or about to explode, or had already exploded. Maybe even a mixture of the three. All I knew was that it hurt and I could see a bright light shining through my eyelids and I decided that opening my eyes was not an option. The person's voice kept calling my name and I felt the urge to reach out and slap them. But….my arm didn't move when I lifted it. Strange. That had never happened to me before.

"Oliver?"

I attempted to open my mouth but it wouldn't budge. Great, I thought, I have lock jaw and am dieing, how fun. I tried to make any noise at all but found that my vocals were obstructed by a large breathing tube that covered my mouth and went down my throat.

"Oo, oo, I think he's awake." The voice continued on speaking to someone else

Of course I'm awake you idiot, I told myself. I cracked open one eye and light flooded in my cornea. Bad idea…I shut my eye again.

"Oh, oh, his eye twitched. I saw it."

I groaned inwardly again. Whoever this person was they were very obnoxious and needed to go away. I was starting to wake up more and I felt…..things. It was not fun. My chest felt like I had been punctured by a million, trillion knives. My breathing was ragged and I felt like I could not control it. Probably cause I have a breathing tube. Duh. My bad. My arm that I had tried to lift now felt as though it had been separated from my body and then put back in place very poorly. I wish I could have taken some deep breaths right then cause it was painful and I wanted it to go away. I felt a tear slip down my face and the annoying person just had to tell the world I was crying. I heard a couple of sighs of sympathy. I cringed, I hate receiving sympathy cause I never like having people feel bad for me and treat me like a baby.

Right then someone came in and kicked everyone out. I was relieved. The man, who I figured out was a doctor, talked to me and told me the things he was going to be doing. It made me feel safer. He poked and prodded at me a little. Then he seemed to dim the lights in the rooms or something because the lights weren't shinning through my eyelids anymore.

"Oliver, you can open your eyes, there is no more light."

I did as he told and found that the only light was a small light coming from a lamp in the corner of the room. The doctor talked to me more and more. asking me questions about how different parts of me feel and if I felt any pressure behind my eyes and things like that. Some of the stuff was random but he did help me understand what had happened. I remembered getting punched in the face and then the really hard concrete ground. The last thing I remember is Miley stroking my hair and hearing Lilly talking to people about me.

"Oliver? Are you ready to see some visitors?"

I nodded at the doctor but waved him over and gestured at him. He understood and handed me a piece of paper and a pen. I jotted something down quickly and handed it to him. He smiled, nodded and left.

I layed there waiting and started thinking about what I wanted to say. The door opened slowly and I braced myself.

Miley entered and closed the door behind her before walking towards me with a big smile on her face. She looked so happy to see me that I just wished that I could smile back at her. She took my hand and gave it a squeeze. I squeezed back and she leaned down and gave me a very awkward hug but just the feeling of her made me happy.

"Oliver," She said quietly, "Oliver I am so sorry." She started crying.

I yelled at myself inwardly. My girlfriend was crying and I could not talk. It sucked, it wasn't her fault but she was blaming herself for it and I could not tell her otherwise.

I grabbed her hand with my good one and she looked up at me. I shook me head. "But it is." she said. I shook my head again.

"Oh yeah, sorry you cant talk." She smiled slightly, "We were all worried about you, we all thought he had killed you. But there is good news. Lilly said that a bunch of boys tackled him and held him down until the police got there. They arrested him and he is going to trial for attempted murder. My dad said the charge might change and all he might get is community service and be forced to go to a therapist. But as long as something happens to him I am happy. Oh yeah, my dad also filed for a restraining order that forces Jake to stay a certain length away from all three of us. You me and Lilly I mean."

I smiled inwardly, this sounded amazing, I was never really afraid of Jake. I just hated him for being so bad to Miley. But after he beat me up it did make me scared of him cause it showed me what he could do. Thank god for Miley's dad and the restraining order idea. Maybe then he will leave us alone of good.

Everyone else started coming in then and talking to me, it overwhelmed me a little but Miley and Lilly were on either side of me the entire time so I felt safer. I felt at home.

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A/N- I don't really like this chapter but I decided that it was time to review. It isn't even 1,000 words but I hope you like it anyway. Please review!