Miley walked over to Oliver and smiled at him, she was so glad he was feeling a bit better. "We missed you so much. We've been so worried about you. We care about you so much Oliver and we should have told you that a long time ago. You're so great. I'm sorry for all the times I used to tease you or anything. I just never appreciated how precious life is. I never ever expected that we would almost lose you. I'm sorry Oliver." She said in a rush.

"Miles." Oliver said slowly. "Lilly". "Don't worry. I'm gonna be alright. Thanks for being here for me now".

He looked around. They were looking at him hopefully, hoping he was right when he said he was going to be ok. He smiled. He had the best two friends he could ever have wished for.

He tried to sit up a bit, but his body was too weak. "Ow!" he exclaimed, wincing with the pain that had just shot through his back and his two broken legs.

"Oliver! Are you ok!!?" asked a worried Lilly and Miley as they rushed over to him.

He nodded. "Yeah, remind me not to try and sit up. Achy Breaky broken bones." He laughed.

They smiled. They both reached over to hug him at the exact same time, which made them laugh harder.

There they were, just the three of them, once again. They all knew that it still wasn't certain if Oliver was going to survive as his organs could fail at any time, but they knew that worrying wasn't going to help. They should enjoy and appreciate every single moment they had together.

The old doctor came into the room. "Come on now, I'm sorry, but you girls have to go now, Oliver is tired." He said.

Oliver pulled a face behind the doctors back. "I'm not tired!" he mouthed at Miley and Lilly, pulling another face. Same old Oliver. He hadn't changed a bit.

The doctor ushered Miley and Lilly out of the room. They were glad they had both woke up early and went to see Oliver that morning. They had left the room being a whole lot more content than they had been when they entered the room. Jackson smiled and took them home.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The next few days came and went. Not much happened. They had popped in to see Oliver a couple of times. The doctors said he was making progress.

It had been over two weeks since the accident now.

At the start of the week, Miley and Lilly returned to school. They were grateful of everyone's support at school. Everyone was being nice to them. The sympathy had got a bit annoying at times though.

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

One Saturday morning later, Robby Ray took the girls back in to visit Oliver. He was making a great recovery. He could sit up now, and had a lot more energy. It was almost a month since the accident. Time had flown. He was back to the same old Oliver they had always known, the only difference was that he was now temporarily wheelchair bound until his bones mended, and he was weaker.

Miley and Lilly were alone in the room with him. They were just chatting. Oliver wheeled over to the big cupboard in the hospital ward and pulled out a set of crutches.

Miley and Lilly looked at him nervously, confused. He wasn't ready to walk yet.

On the spur of the moment, he grabbed the crutches and attempted to stand, but fell back into his wheelchair.

"Oliver, no! Don't try and walk yet!" they begged him.

They saw the look on his face. He looked so angry with himself, disappointed in himself because he couldn't walk.

They sighed. "Lets make a deal." Lilly said. "If you promise never to try and do that again, we'll come by after school each day and help when the physio is there, so you will be strong enough to walk sooner." She said encouragingly.

He nodded.

By the end of the week, he was ready.

The physiotherapist handed him his crutches. This time he couldn't hold on to any poles and things like he had done earlier that week. He was determined not to fall this time. He wanted to succeed with all his heart. He knew it wasn't his fault he hadn't been able to walk properly. He had broken both his legs, and hurt just about every part of his body. But he felt ready now. He knew he could do it if he put his mind to it.

His task was to walk from one end of the room to the other, just with crutches. It wasn't going to be easy, but he knew Miley, Lilly, Robby Ray and his parents were all there to catch him if he fell.

He stood up and pushed his wheelchair behind him. He wobbled a bit as he tried to get his balance, leaning on the crutches. He took a step forward. Pain shot through his leg, but he ignored it and took another step forward. More pain. He didn't care. He took another wobbly step, and another, and another. He was more than halfway there. Suddenly a huge wave of pain and weakness shot through him. He stopped, stooped over, leaning on his crutches. He was so close. He didn't want to stop now, but he had no more strength left.

"You can do it Oliver" Lilly encouraged.

He listened to her. He could do it. He took a deep breath and took a wobbly step, and another. His legs were shaking and were wobbly but he kept taking more steps. He had reached the wall. He made it. He done it. He fulfilled his task. He could walk again. He had never ever felt so pleased before. His family had never been so proud of his before.