Miley's POV:

"It will be okay Miles," Lilly said as she watched the scenery pass under us. We were on the plane to Italy. I took the wig off when we were in the car so I wasn't bombarded again. So now the only weird looks we got was for my bandage. I told Alana and Jim they let me out of the hospital early, I don't think she believed me but she didn't say anything. Her and Jim were fast asleep in the seats beside me.

"I hope so." I said as I tried not to lean my back on the airplane seat.

"Are you still in pain?" Lilly asked in concern, "You had two Advil's, they should have kicked in by now."

"I'm fine. Or I'll be fine when we see Jake." I replied.

"Want to listen to my I-pod?" Lilly suggested.

"Yea." I replied as she dug it out of her bag. She turned it on and we leaned back against the seats. Because Of You by Kelly Clarkson was playing. I love this song. I let the music wash over me.

I will not let myself cause my heart so much misery

I will not break

I stopped listening for a second. Wasn't that the same thing I was thinking when Luke was attacking me? Why in the world was a quote from a Kelly Clarkson song the only thing I was thinking at the moment?

I shook my head and let the music overcome me again like waves engulfing the shore.

"We should be landing soon." Lilly noted as she checked her watch. I nodded and got nervous just thinking about it. Tom wasn't answering his phone for anyone and we were very worried. But I don't think anyone was as nervous as me.

"Are you okay honey?" Alana asked me. I jumped. I didn't know she was awake. I nodded and said,

"I will be." It was quiet for a few minutes before I turned to Alana,

"The greatest thing happened yesterday, before the other thing." I told her. Dad had told her and Jim the whole story on the phone so they knew everything. She smiled and said,

"What happened?"

"The baby moved for the first time!" I exclaimed with a wide smile on my face.

"It was so cute!" Lilly said from my side.

"That's great! It's wonderful isn't it?" She asked with a dreamy smile on her face.

"It is," I agreed, "The best thing I've ever felt."

Alana got an excited look on her face as she asked, "Can I feel next time he kicks?"

"Of course," I replied, "I'll tell you when he does."

"Any names yet?" She asked.

"We were thinking Cody Jacob." I replied. She rolled her eyes.

"Just like Jake to suggest something with him in it."

"Actually, Lilly was the one who suggested it." I said.

"What? Lilly did what?! I DID NOT! Don't listen to her!! She's just bitter!" Lilly exclaimed. We stared at her in shock.

"Lilly I was saying you suggested the name Cody Jacob…someone has a dirty conscious! What did you do?" I asked.

"I did nothing! NOTHING I tell you!" She screamed before putting back in her ear phones.

"Is she always so…suspicious?" Alana asked. I shook my head,

"Ever since something happen in between her Oliver, and Jackson she's been out of it."

"Oliver…is that the brown headed one you danced with at the reception?" She asked me.

"Yea, he's me and Lilly's other best friend." I said. She nodded and said,

"I honestly don't know where Jake get's his ego, beca-

"Yes, I know I'm hot." Jim muttered in his sleep. I stifled a laugh and Alana looked at him with her mouth open,

"Never mind."

"Oh Gosh, it does run in the family!?" I exclaimed.

"Hm, most likely the baby will have a big ego too. Better get used to it." She replied. I laughed and almost on cue, the baby kicked.

"I think you're right," I said as I took her hand and placed it over my stomach, "He already loves attention."

She smiled and said, "That's adorable! Jim, isn't that adorable?"

Jim snored in response and Alana smacked his arm, "WAKE UP!" He jumped a foot in the air. Alana brought his hand over and put it beside hers,

"You feel that? That is our grandson. Who I hear loves attention." Jim grinned and said,

"Ah, just like a Ryan." Alana rolled her eyes and said,

"Now get your hand of her stomach and go wash it! I don't want her getting sick!"

"But you put my hand-" He started but Alana cut him off. He just sighed and pulled some hand sanitizer out of Alana's purse. I laughed and Alana pulled her hand off my stomach.

"You'll have to watch out though," She said, "Jake kicked so hard when I was about six and a half months that I remember thinking he broke my rib cage." She laughed at that.

"That sounds…painful." I said.

"Oh it was! It was horrible!" She exclaimed then smiled, "But worth it, I'm glad I went through with it."

"I'm glad you went through with it too!" I said.

Suddenly the pilot came on telling us the plane was landing and we needed to stay seated. After that everything was a blur. I just wanted to get to Jake.

Once I was off the plane, I tried calling Tom over and over…he didn't answer. Right when I was about to give up, my phone rang. It was Tom.

"Hello!?"

"Miley! Thank God!" Tom exclaimed.

"I've been trying to call you FOREVER!!"

"Sorry my phone was in the car, did that man give you that message?" He asked nervously.

"Yes," I said quickly than said, "How is he?"

Tom hesitated, "He's pretty bad…but he is more worried about you than anything. That's why I'm glad you called, because he really needs to talk to you."

"Well he can talk to me in person," I said with my voice quivering he's pretty bad. The three words vibrated in my head and made my eyes water, "I'm in Venice right now…what hospital is he in?"

"He's in ospedale Villa Salus." Tom said, laughing at how bad he pronounced it. I thought quickly. I read a book on Italian right? Okay…ospedale…that is hospital in Italian…and villa is well, villa and a villa is like a mansion. So it's a large hospital?

"Is it a good hospital?" I asked.

"Well the doctors look smart…but they all speak Italian. Does anyone with you speak Italian?"

I looked hopefully at Alana and Jim, "Do either of you speak Italian fluently?"

"I do." Jim said. Ha, what good luck.

Thank God, "Yes, Jake's Dad speaks Italian," I replied, "Have you seen him?"

Tom hesitated again, "Yes for a few minutes."

"How bad is it?" I asked as my voice shook in fear.

"Well…it's nothing Jake can't get over. Why don't you hand the phone to Jim so I can tell him how to get here." I handed the phone to Jim. They talked as I shivered.

"Are you okay Miles?" Lilly asked in concern.

"Yea, I'm good." I replied as I shivered again.

"You poor baby," Alana muttered to me as she hugged me, "I bet you're in pain."

I wasn't sure if she meant that physically or emotionally but I nodded anyway, because I was in pain both ways. Although one was worse than the other…three guesses which one.

"Okay, let's get to the hospital!" Jim exclaimed as he shut the phone.

Jake, here I come.

We entered the hospital. All the people were rushing around and talking in Italian. Jim walked up to the front desk and said,

"Che spazio is Jake Ryan negli?"

The receptionist looked up at Jim and said,

"Jake Ryan? Durare sopra." Jim nodded and we waited.

"Spazio tre cinquanta tre." She replied. Jim thought for a second and nodded as we were walking off,

"Just for the record, I speak English!" the receptionist said. We all laughed and Jim hung his head in embarrassment.

"What room did she say honey?" Alana asked Jim.

"353. So let's take the stairs." He said.

"Why?" Lilly asked.

"It's good for you." He replied as we climbed the stairs. Alana rolled her eyes and Lilly crossed her arms and pouted. We climbed a few flights (with me in front of everyone running) until we got to a floor that had the 300 numbers on it.

I quickly threw open the door and ran down the hall looking for 53. I looked, and looked. I saw a few doctors huddled around a room and whispering something to each other…man, I would hate to be that person.

With a pang in my heart I realized that was room 353. And they were talking about Jake…my Jake.

My breath caught in my throat and I stopped. Lilly was a few steps behind me and called,

"What's wrong?" I just dragged my feet along the white tiled floor and made my way to the group of doctors. They looked worried and I found myself sobbing with a scared look on my face. One doctor tapped the other one and pointed to me. I guess that doctor must be the one that speaks fluent English.

"Are you Miley?" He asked me kindly. They already know me by name, that's odd.

I nodded hesitantly. Jim walked up and said,

"Do you speak English?" The man I was talking to nodded.

"Can we go in?" He asked the man, motioning to me, him, Alana, and Lilly.

"Only one can go in." The man replied. They all wordlessly looked at me.

"But…," I sobbed, "Don't you want to go in Alana?"

She nodded and said, "I'll go in after you, go ahead sweetheart." I nodded and the English-speaking doctor opened the door for me. I hesitated before walking in. He shut the door after me.

I felt a gasp come out of my mouth. I covered my mouth with my hand and tried to take a steady breath. Tears were poring down my face and the pain in my back increased as if heartbreak made the cuts worse. I thought my heart was crumbling into a million minuscule pieces.

Jake was lying on the bed with his eyes closed. At first glance, I thought he might be dead. But the heart monitor was beeping reassuringly by his side. His face was pale, dreadfully pale. His beautiful hair was everywhere and he wasn't moving. I moved over there and quietly pulled a chair next to the bed. I wondered what was wrong with him. I gently reached up and touched his face. I shuddered. It was cold. Wasn't he cold? Why wasn't he waking up because he was so cold?

I tried to hold back another sob but only managed to create more and more sobs. I bent my head over and put it in my lap and let the tears seep into the terrycloth shorts. My head was pounding now and I wondered vaguely for a moment if maybe I really did have a concussion. I sniffed and rubbed my hand over my face trying to get the mascara streaks off it. I took a shaky breath and tried to steady my wildly beating heart. The baby moved as if he could feel my despair and I rubbed my hand over my stomach in comforting motions. Ok, I thought, your son is awake, now it's your turn.

I sighed and leaned my head against the wall, careful not to hurt my stitches. I sat there for a few minutes just watching him sleep before I sat up all the way and began to pace nervously. What if he never wakes up? I was tempted to go over there and wake him up…but I didn't want to.

I sighed and sat back down in the chair. I rested my head on the end of his bed and found myself drifting off to sleep. I tried to keep myself awake, but I couldn't. All this crying had made me sleepy. As I was halfway asleep, I heard someone call my name. I fought to open my eyes and saw Jake lying there with his eyes opened.

A grin spread over my face as all my drowsiness was cast away and forgotten.

I jumped up and kissed his forehead gently, making sure not to hurt him.

He smiled and said, "Hey babe." I felt tears enter my eyes as I sat back down and he took my hand.

"How are you feeling?" I asked. He shrugged and said,

"I'm fine. They are just being stubborn and won't let me go, but the real question here is what happened to your head?"

I reached up to my head that I had totally forgotten about.

"It's nothing," I said quickly, "But you worried me so much that I think I might have a stomach ulcer!"

"That's a mean thing to call the baby," Jake joked then said, "But that doesn't look like a nothing to me…that looks like a something." He said as he reached up and pulled back the bandages.

"You have stitches!" He exclaimed as he looked at it, "What happened?!"

"It's nothing," I said as I kissed his cheek, "I promise. Now tell me what happened with you."

He shrugged and said, "I was going to the studio to watch one of the first scene's being filmed and the next thing I know I'm lying in the ditch."

I shuddered and said, "Where are you hurt?"

"I'm not hurt," He insisted, "But if I was it would be my legs."

I lifted the blankets up that were covering his legs and almost screamed out. They looked broken for sure, and the right one had a square of cotton resting on it and blood was seeping through it. I carefully lifted up the corner of the bandage and glanced down at the cut. It was stitched up, but even through that I could tell it had been bad. The skin was pulled tightly together by the stitches and the blue stitches made a great contrast against the pale skin. It was still bleeding and the skin around the stitches looked red and inflamed…the stitches looked like they were barely keeping the cut closed together. It looked like the cut was at least bone deep. My God, how did this happen? The left leg was lying in an odd position and I'm pretty sure it was completely broken. The skin was red all over it. How could he handle this pain?

"Oh my God," I whispered to myself as looked up at Jake,

"What happened? Tell me everything this time."

He sighed and said, "Well I might have been thrown out of the car and my legs might have been trapped underneath it. And the bone on my right leg was kinda sorta sticking up through the skin. They had to knock it back into spot and let me tell you, that hurt VERY bad. The left one is actually not broken, weird huh? Apparently it's just severely sprained. But like I said, no big deal."

I dropped the blanket back over him and said, "Doesn't that hurt? They haven't put the broken one into a cast yet."

He pointed to the IV, "They are drugging me up in this hospital. I can't feel any pain, it's great!" I laughed slightly as I tried to get the vision of his legs out of my mind. He brought his hand over to my face and brushed my hair out of it.

"I told you my story, why don't you tell me yours?" He asked. I took his hand and kissed the back of it before saying,

"I don't want to make you mad," I explained as he caressed my face, "And I think this will make you mad."

"Better to be mad than going crazy not knowing." He said.

I shrugged and he patted the space beside him. I shook my head, "I'm not getting up there, I'll hurt you."

"Baby what part of 'drugged up' don't you understand?" He asked. I shook my head,

"I couldn't. I'd feel like I was hurting you." I said. He pressed a button on the side of the bed and it folded up so he was in sitting position.

"You can sit way up here, away from my legs and it will be okay, I promise." He said. I thought for a second before saying,

"Fine, but do you promise you will tell me if me being up there is hurting you?"

"I promise." He replied. I sighed and gently climbed up, making sure not to make his legs move a lot. I settled in sitting position beside him and he leaned over and kissed me on the lips.

"You see? Now I can reach you." He laughed. I smiled and he said,

"Tell me what happened." I shook my head as I leaned against the bed, forgetting about my back for a second. The moment I applied pressure to my back, I cried out in pain. Jake looked at me in alarm,

"Are you okay?"

I nodded quickly and said through gritted teeth, "I'm fine."

Jake raised his eyebrows and lifted up the back of my shirt. It was quiet for a few moments before he said,

"What happened to you? Please tell me." He dropped my shirt back down and he looked just as shaken up as I did when I saw his legs, of course I don't know why…his is MUCH worse.

I leaned my head against his shoulder and he kissed me again before I said,

"Okay."

So I told him. I told him everything, exactly how it happened. I didn't leave anything out or add anything. I told it and explained how I was feeling at the moment. I told him about forgetting about me living and focusing on the baby. I told him how terrified I was when I thought Luke was going to rape me. I even told him about thinking random lines of random songs when Luke was trying to rape me. I told him how I felt when Tom called and told me about him. I told him about how bad it hurt every time Luke would kick me in the back and how every time the breath was blown out of me I thought I would never get it back. I told him about my Dad not letting me leave the hospital and about what doctor who did the ultra-sound said to me about the baby. I told him about taking the shower and my back feeling like it was getting stabbed. I told him about me and Lilly sneaking out as Hannah and Lola. I told about how now all of America thinks Hannah Montana is pregnant with Jackson's baby.

When I was finished, he was speechless. For a moment we both thought about how close we were to losing each other. Jake pressed his face against my hair and kissed me over, and over. I had tears gliding down my cheeks, telling it over like that had really shaken me up. I was fiddling with my hands in my lap and trying to forget about all the memories. They wouldn't leave.

A few moments and a thousand kisses later Jake took my face between his hands gently and said, "He is never going to hurt you again. Never." I laughed through my tears as I said,

"Don't promise impossible things." He kissed me a few more times before saying,

"It's not impossible. I'll just take you everywhere with me from now on, he will never hurt you then." I laughed and said,

"I like that idea." Then I kissed him.

"Oh and just for the record," he said, "Don't you ever run away from a hospital to see me, you could have been hurt."

"Could have been. I could have, but I knew you were. And we've been through this, we are both crazy." He laughed.

"Its kind of odd that whenever we leave each other, horrible things happen. Maybe that's a clue that we shouldn't leave each other."

"Not all bad things happened," I said with a smile as I remembered the thing I was so excited to tell him about a few hours ago, "You missed something wonderful!"

"What? Did your brother finally start taking his medicine?" Jake joked. I laughed and lightly hit his shoulder.

"No," I said as I reached over and gently took his hand and placed it over my stomach where the baby would move every time it heard Jake's voice, "You missed this."

A grin spread over his face and I look of wonderment hit his eyes. I smiled and leaned against him before saying,

"Isn't it wonderful? He moved every time he heard your voice."

Jake kept his hand there for while without saying anything than he said,

"He is going to be a kicker." I laughed and then said,

"Your Mother told me about you almost breaking her rib cage."

"What can I say? When a man wants to leave, he wants to leave!" I rolled my eyes and said,

"What are we going to name him?"

Jake leaned back on the bed and closed his eyes for a few moments before saying,

"What about Cody like we talked about?"

"I don't know…he feels like he's going to be more outgoing than a 'Cody'." I said.

"What does he feel like then?" Jake asked with humor dancing in his eyes.

"I don't know…but it's amazing, I already know so much about his personality and he isn't even born yet!"

"What do you know so far?"

"That he loves attention and loves his father, and he is caring. Which now that I think about it, sounds exactly like you." I replied.

"Why not name him Jake?" Jake joked.

"Jake wouldn't fit him…maybe Jacob would but not Jake." I said.

"I still think Cody fits him."

"Maybe. I like Caden Cole. He feels like a Caden Cole. We could call him Cole."

"I actually like that one. Caden Cole Ryan…it kind of rolls off the tongue. But I like Adrian Cade."

"What about…Charlie Gabe?" I asked as I thought about names. Suddenly someone knocked on the door,

"Can we come in?" Alana called.

"Yes!" I called. The door opened and in came Lilly, Jim, and Alana. Alana rushed over to Jake's side and planted kisses on him.

"My poor little baby," She cooed as she smoothed his hair back, "What happened to you?"

I moved to slide off the bed but Jake caught my hand, "You don't have to leave, stay. I feel better when you are up here with me." I smiled and nodded.

"What's hurt, Jake?" Lilly asked.

"My legs. But it's not that bad." He said.

"Can I see it?" Lilly asked Jake. He shrugged and said,

"Sure but its nothing great. If you want to see some extreme injuries go to Grady hospital in Atlanta, Georgia and stand in the waiting room. But bring pepper spray."

Lilly peeked underneath the blankets and said, "Are they going to put this leg in a cast?!"

"They can't put it in one until I get the stitches out." Jake said.

"Stitches?! Where?!" Lilly said.

"Underneath the bandage thing." He shrugged. Lilly looked then said,

"Okay…OW! Doesn't that hurt?!"

"They have him drugged up." I said with a laugh. Alana walked over to Jake's right leg and pulled the blanket off it and began wiping off the blood that was dripping from the cut with a wet paper towel.

"I swear," she said as she went about her business, "You can't get any care in the hospital! You have to do everything yourself!"

"How did you get them to let ya'll in?" I asked Alana.

"Begging and annoying. It works every time." She replied.

Jim was talking with a doctor, trying to figure out exactly what's going on. Lilly was ranting on about how Jackson was the stupidest person to walk the Earth, and Alana was trying to make sure Jake's legs were completely cleaned and sanitized. She was now spraying it with some sort of medical spray. She sprayed it on the stitches and Jake jerked his leg.

"Ow, Mom! I may be drugged up but that doesn't mean my leg is numb!"

"Well honey think of it this way, would you rather have some pain or get gangrene in your leg and have to get it amputated?"

His eyes widened, "Amputated?"

"Yep," Alana said, "Amputated. You know, when they just cut it off real fast?" She continued cleaning and Jake turned to me,

"Amputated?"

I shook my head, "No honey it doesn't need to be amputated."

"Can we stop with the cute little names?" Lilly asked as she gagged.

I stifled a laugh and turned to Jake, "Yes we can't, can't we sugar?"

"We sure can cupcake." Lilly pretended to throw up then said,

"Ick, save the names for when you're alone." I laughed and said,

"We love you Lilly." She smiled and said,

"I know, everyone does."

"OW! Mom, stop!" Jake said as Alana was actually touching the stitches.

"I'm making sure they did a good job sweetheart." She said innocently.

"They did Mom! Dad, make her stop!" Jim went over and gently moved Alana away from Jake's leg.

"He's fine Alana; these doctors know what they are doing." She huffed and said,

"Fine, but I just want my baby to be okay!"

"I'll be fine Mom! I promise!" Jake said.

"Okay honey," Then she turned to Jim, "If he's not, you're going to get it."

Suddenly, Alana cell phone went off. She answered it and put it on speaker so she didn't have to hold it and my Dad's angry voice came over the speaker.

"IS MY DAUGHTER THERE?!"

I froze as everyone looked at me.

"Maybe." I said, "It depends who wants to know…" Everyone was watching with apprehensive looks now.

"MILEY HOPE STEWART RYA-WHATEVER! How DARE you SNEAK OUT OF A HOSPITAL!!"

"You snuck out of the hospital!" Alana screamed. Everyone was looking at me. I smiled and said,

"…Maybe…?"

"YOU COULD HAVE BEEN SERIOUSLY INJURED!" Dad screamed, "AND THE DOCTORS SAID THEY NEEDED TO CLEAN OUT YOUR CUTS SO YOU DIDN'T GET GANGRENE!"

"Don't worry Robbie; I'll clean out her cuts." Alana said.

"Okay, thanks Alana. And you little missy, I'll talk to you LATER." Dad said before hanging up. Alana picked up the spray she had been using on Jake and Jake whispered to me,

"You run, I'll knock over the tray to give you a head start."

Alana walked toward me and I scooted over away from her,

"Is this really necessary? I mean…I feel fine…"

"I would run right about now." Jake whispered.