Disclaimer: Even though it's been almost a year since I started this story, no I do NOT own Hannah Montana.

A/N: Wow, I'm super sorry for the long wait. I've been busy with senior stuff. I got accepted to University of Arkansas! Woo! Now, to pay for it. xP

The doctor had come in to make sure everything was okay, and he said I might be out by next week. As happy as I was to go home, I was still getting what was real mixed up with what was a dream. I kept expecting to look over and find Lilly with a bulging belly, or to see a red headed teen with a boy in eyeliner. But none of it really happened.

"Hey, where is Oliver?" I finally asked Lilly. She was the only one in the room with me. Dad and Jackson had went home to shower and eat.

"He's afraid to come and see you after he heard you screaming the first time you woke up." Lilly explained. "He's been outside your door all day." This was strange, usually Oliver wouldn't care if I yelled at him.

"Can you have him come in please?" I wanted to talk to him. I still had feelings for him. Somehow my dream had helped me realize something I had been hiding from myself.

"Sure." Lilly got up and exited the room. I was alone for a few minutes and began to wonder if Lilly and Jackson had feelings for each other. I shook the crazy thought out of my head as Oliver entered the room and the door was shut and locked by Lilly.

"Hey there Doughnut!" I used the old nickname form when we were younger. It earned a shy smile as he came over and set in the chair. You could tell he was nervous, though I had no idea he was.

"I'm glad you're awake." He finally said. "I was worried."

"Why haven't you came in before?" His eyes rose from the floor to my face.

"I was scared." He whispered.

"Of what? It's not like I'm some psychotic serial killer." I joked, trying to get a real smile from him.

"I was afraid that you wouldn't remember me." This was crazy. Why would I not remember him?

"Why? It's not like I forgot anything. I just lived in a different reality. It was worse than this one in most ways, but yet a little better in others." I told him.

"How was it better?"

"I knew how you felt about me, so I wouldn't be afraid of doing something." He looked confused.

"What?"

"Come closer." He stood up and came to my side, lowering himself like I was going to tell him a secret.

"This." I was able to reach up and place my lips on his. My heart was going bizerk, and you could see it on the monitor. Oliver pulled away, a real smile formed on his face. A minute later a nurse ran into the room. I spotted Lilly by the door with a large smile on her face.

"Out, out, out!" The small nurse used her force to make Oliver get out of her way and into the hall.

"I'll see you later." He said before the door shut in his face.

The nurse made sure I was alright, then told me she would be back with my food. I always hated hospital food, but it would be better than nothing. Lilly had come in to tell me that she and Oliver had to go eat dinner and they would be back later. Dad and Jackson still hadn't arrived back at the hospital. I grabbed my laptop that Jackson had brought me that morning and began looking up laws on drinking and driving.

There hadn't been many sever cases and no major laws had been set. Just suspended license and short jail time. It's like nobody cared if people and families died because someone was being an irresponsible idiot.

"Evening Miley." Zoey entered my room with a tray full of food. I put my laptop up as Zoey placed the food in front of me.

"I thought the other nurse was going to bring me my food." I said.

"She's busy with some other patients." Zoey smiled. "And I wanted to see how you were doing."

"Good." I answered her. "But I can't get the dream I had out of my head."

"What was it about?" She asked. I launched into my story, from my dad's crash to cutting myself in the middle of the night. It took me about an hour to tell it while I ate the food that had suddenly seemed delicious.

"I get everything, but I just can't figure out what happened with Bill and Tom. Why would they pop up?" Out of everything that happened, that was what I couldn't understand.

"Who knows, the human mind is a mystery." Zoey shrugged. "Though I'm honored I was in there as a friend of yours. Even if we didn't make the best decisions."

"Yeah, I guess." I rubbed my eyes. "Where is my dad and Jackson?" I finally asked. They had been gone for several hours.

"Here we are!" Jackson burst through the door holding a giant balloon of Hannah Montana's head that had a sharpie mustache and unibrow.

"Oh no!" I remembered everything about Hannah. How had I let her slip my mind?

"Don't worry Hun, it's all taken care of." My dad reassured me.

"Good." I relaxed some. "So what took you so long?"

"Jackson." Dad said. It was enough explanation for me. My brother was full of random, crazy, annoying, brotherliness. But I loved him, none the less.

"Ah. I see. So what excuse did you use for Hannah this time?" I asked.

"Excuse me, I have to go." Zoey got up and left when her pager went off.

"And does she know about Hannah?" I pointed to the door Zoey had just walked out of.

"Yes, her and the doctor know." Dad said as he sat in the community chair. "And Hannah's taking a hiatus in a secluded location."

"Here you go!" Jackson tied the Hannah balloon to the foot of my bed. I couldn't help but laugh, I had missed Jackson's weird sense of humor. Things were starting to look better and I just couldn't help but being happier.

"So how were you when we were gone?" MY dad asked as he peered at the barely touched food.

"Good. I talked to Lilly and Oliver. Then they left so I talked to Zoey." I left out the whole kissing Oliver part.

"So the boy finally talked!" Dad smirked. "Took him long enough."

"He obviously likes you." Jackson added. I tried to keep from blushing, but it was futile. So I just decided to shoot back.

"Just like you obviously like Lilly." I smiled as shock came over his face.

"It's not that obvious." Jackson muttered.

"And besides, I like him too and he knows it." I crossed my arms.

"I'm going to go get something from the vending machines." He muttered again before leaving.

"You really need to eat darlin'." Dad pushed my tray towards me. I let out a sigh before stuffing a spoon full of mashed potatoes in my mouth. Hopefully everything is going to be fine and I won't get anymore curve balls for a while. But as always, something crazy had to happen.

A/N: Okay, so reviews equal love, never forget that.

~Domi~