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A/N: I thought about ending this and making a sequal, but I'm not. I'm just going to keep going...XD I hope you enjoy this!

"Well, you were out with Lilly and Oliver bowling." Jackson began explaining everything to me. "Lilly was driving you home and you were hit by a drunk driver. Lilly had a concussion, but you have been in a coma for the past three months." Three months? It's only been three months?

"But you were dead, and so was Dad. Zoey and Tom. Ugh!" I closed my eyes, trying to figure things out. "So, that was all a dream, and this is real?"

"This is real." Jackson reassured me.

"But Zoey was a teenager, and who is Bill and Tom?" I had so many questions.

"You mean Bill and Tom, with the crazy hair, from that band?"

"What band? And why the hell would they end up in my dream thing?"

"Something Hotel. They've been all over the news. Something about punching a stalker in the face. I watch a lot of TV when I'm here."

"Oh." I thought back. What else hadn't really happened? Lilly wasn't pregnant. I never dated Oliver, cut my leg or wrists. I had to made sure they weren't there. I looked down and sure enough my wrists were perfectly uncut.

"So what all happened in this dream of yours? Did you kill me?" Jackson was way too egar to hear about it.

"I'd rather not right now." His face fell a little. "Can I just get some rest? I'm so confused."

"Sure thing. I'm just glad you're awake." He gave me a smile before leaving. I tried to get some sleep, but my mind was running around and around.

"Hey Miley, you awake?" A very non-pregnant Lilly slid into my room.

"Lilly!" I felt like I hadn't seen her in months, and technically I hadn't. "You're not pregnant!"

"Why would I be?" She looked confused as she sat in the seat Jackson had recently emptied.

"It was this crazy dream I had." I explained.

"Oh. Well, it's nice to see you awake." She grabbed my hand. I remembered the shared kisses from the dream, and I realized I didn't feel that way towards her at all.

"I'm just so confused. The dream was so real, it's hard to remember what's real and what isn't."

"I'm sorry. It was all my fault. I should have been paying more attention, but instead I was worried about the radio." She was holding back tears the best she could, but one escaped and rolled down her cheek.

"No Lilly, it wasn't your fault. Jackson told me that it was a drunk driver and that's something that neither of us could control." I have her a small smile.

"I guess." She wiped away the tear. "The stupid guy got away scotch free."

"He didn't even get in trouble for drunk driving?"

"Just a restricted license for two weeks." I couldn't believe it. Something had to be done, the guy could go out and kill someone next time. Anger flared up inside me.

"Lilly, is my dad here?" She nodded her head yes. "Can I talk to him please?"

"Sure, I'll go get him." She left the room and my head started to hurt.

"Hey Darlin, you wanted to see me?" My dad looked a little apprehensive. I was just glad he was here.

"Yeah, but first can you get me something for a headache?"

"Here, this calls for the nurse." He pressed a button and a voice came through a hidden speaker.

"Can I help you?"

"Miley Stewart needs something for a headache." My dad answered.

"Sure thing!" The peppy voice said before it cut off.

"Now, what did you want to see me so badly for?"

"I-I missed you. I feel like I haven't seen you in a year." I almost cried, but I stopped myself. That stupid dream was going to haunt me for the rest of my life.

"I'm here, I always have been."

"nice to see you awake Mrs. Stewart. Here are some pain killers." A young blond nurse came into the room with some pills and a bottle of water.

"Thank you." I took the medicine. I was finally starting to realize that the whole thing had been a dream, but it was still hard to wrap my mind around it.

"The doctor will be in shortly. I bet he'll be happy that you're awake and not freaking out." this nurse was really starting to get on my nerves. She left before I had the chance to say anything.

"Daddy?" I looked up at my father.

"Yeah?" He sat in the chair that I had decided to name the community chair.

"It was a drunk driver that hit us right?" He nodded his head yes. "And he just got a slap on the wrist?" He nodded again. "Can we do something about it?"

"I'm afraid no Bud." He looked really solemn. "We tried what we could, but it was useless and it was decided last month."

"Okay." I had to do something. I was going to try my best to make sure that guy paid, and everyone else who was stupid enough to drive under the influence.

"Do you need anything else, anything at all?"

"No thanks, just you being here is enough." It was the truth. I was so happy he was sitting beside me, making sure I was alright.

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