Thanks for the reviews, and no smartblonde123, I did not have too much sugar. And to answer your question, they are their normal ages that they are in the show.
My dad climbed out of the car, turning around to open the backdoor and let me out. I stepped out and he closed the door. He was always nice to me when I was sick, I guess out of pity. But a gut feeling told me that when this was over, the pity would walk right out the door and punishment would ring the doorbell, my dad gladly welcoming it in.
We approached the lobby doors and they slid open. My daddy was holding my hand as we walked inside. He walked up to the front desk with me. "Please fill out these sheets," the lady behind the counter said blandly. She handed my dad a clipboard with a few papers on it and we went to sit down.
My dad kept constantly asking me questions, like he didn't know them already. But hey, hey guess he wouldn't know my weight off the top of his head, considering I have been dramatically loosing it. But I on the other hand knew it since I weighed myself every day. He finally finished filling out the forms and handed them in. "It will be about an hour," the lady said.
"An hour?" I moaned. Oh well, Oliver would be here soon enough, and then we could go see Lily. I slouched back down into my chair as did my dad and pulled out my cell. I sent Oliver a text telling him he could come and that we were in the waiting room. I pulled up the game section and began playing a word unscrambling game. It was hard, and kinda boring, but it was the only game on my phone.
I looked up at my dad, who was looking at a little girl in a wheelchair. She was so small and cute, but I could tell she was in pain. "She's cute," I said.
"Yeah." That was all he said.
After about 15 minutes of waiting, Oliver finally arrived and he came over to sit by me. "Dad, can we go see Lily?" I asked hopefully.
He sighed and said, "Sure, but be back in about 30 minutes."
"Okay, thanks." Oliver and I walked up to the front desk. "What room is Lily Truscott in?" I asked.
"Let me check. What relation are you to her?" The woman asked with a smile on her face. It was a new nurse who was young and beautiful.
"We are her best friends," I replied.
"Okay, she is in room 107. It's right down the hall." She smiled as she pointed down a hallway.
"Ok, thanks." Oliver grabbed my hand and lead me to the room. We opened the door to see Lily laying there watching television.
"Hey guys! What are you doing here?" She asked.
"Well, I am here to get tests too, so Oliver and I decided to come see you," I said as I sat beside her. "How are you doing so far?"
"They have taken a blood test and gave me a shot. They also swabbed my throat. Then after all of that torture, they gave me yet another shot to make me tired. It's hasn't started working yet, but once it does, I will be asleep for the rest of the time until they find out anything."
"Oh, yikes."
"Yeah, I know. I feel horrible because I've stopped, well, you know. I have even got sick a few times since I got here because my body is so used to it. I'm assuming it won't be as bad for you, since you have only been doing it for a little while," Lily said.
"Yeah, I'm hoping so too."
We watched and interview with Hannah Montana for a while before my dad came in the room. "Oliver, Miley it's to go."
"Okay daddy. Bye Lily." Oliver and I left and a nurse led me to my own room. I climbed into the bed and The nurse took a blood test.
"Hold still now." She stuck it in my arm and pulled it back out. My dad was sitting beside my bed in a chair, and Oliver was sitting on the bed beside me, holding my hand. The nurse put some cotton on the injection area and wrapped a bandage around it to hold it in place.
"Ouch," I said, grabbing my arm.
"Now I'm going to give you a shot, okay?"
"Okay." I closed my eyes as she put the needle in my hip. After a few seconds, she pulled it out and put a band aid on it.
"All finished," The nurse said, leaving the room.
"See, it wasn't that bad," Oliver said, lying down beside me.
"I'm gonna go call home and check on Jackson. I'll be right back." My dad left the room, leaving me and Oliver alone for the first time in a little while.
"So, how are you feeling?" Oliver asked.
"Uh, like puking," I replied.
"Right now?" he asked, backing away.
"No, not right now, but I'm not feeling to great."
Olive leaned over and gave me a kiss. "Feel better now?"