CHAPTER 11

((your welcome to all who have been thanking me for not killing him…Jake is now in a coma…in "critical" condition…I'm back to update again…here comes chapter 11…I'm not sure how many times I will update today…once or twice maybe…definitely not 3 times…it all depends if I have any of those brilliant ideas that just pop into my head like one did just now…so here's the next chapter…read and review…XOXO, CHRISTINE))

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I'll be there for you
These five words I swear to you
When you breathe I want to be the air for you
I'll be there for you
I'd live and I'd die for you
Steal the sun from the sky for you
Words can't say what a love can do
I'll be there for you

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Hannah Montana was aboard a red eye flight that very night to Denver. Her airplane left at 11:20. Lola Loftnagle and Owen Plight (made up) accompanied her in addition to her father and Jackson, who was just known as Jackson. They checked into the airport at 10:00, as the human traffic would be almost nonexistent. The advantage to using their identities was that Hannah could get a flight at almost anytime to anywhere.

They arrived at the hotel a little after 3:00, where they immediately went to sleep, sleeping straight through until 10:00 when they would go to the hospital. Miley was too excited to sleep. She stayed up the whole time, ecstatic that she would finally get to see her Jake again.

At 10:00, a taxi picked them up to take them to the hospital. For publicity reasons, Hannah was traveling as Miley, and the rest of the crew was traveling as their real selves. They didn't want to be stalked by the press all day long. They wanted it to be a peaceful, personal time.

They approached the counter upon entering the reception center. "Jake Ryan," Robbie Ray informed the receptionist. "His mother said he would be moved into a different wing, today."

"I have been instructed by hospital security to permit nobody to see Mr. Ryan," the annoyed receptionist told them. "You can go leave, now." She was being quite rude.

"We are here to see Jake Ryan," Robbie Ray repeated.

"I have had at least two hundred people here today!" the receptionist yelled. "I will call security if you do not vacate this area right now!"

"I'm Miley Stewart," Miley stepped up, "Jake's girlfriend. His parents told us to come see him today. We won't leave until we see him."

"Well, Miss Stewart, if it wasn't for the fact that five girl have tried that already today, I may have actually believed you, but sorry, now leave, or security will be called." The receptionist picked up her phone, dialing. "I'm sorry to do this. I really am. I know you must be big Jake fans, but I cannot have this. This is a hospital for God's sake."

She dialed security. "Yes, we have more animals here wanting to see Mr. Ryan."

"Animals," Jackson scoffed. "Who does this lady think she is?"

"I'm calling Mrs. Ryan," Robbie Ray said, pulling out his cell phone. No answer. "Hey, Rita, it's Robbie Ray, we are in the reception area of the hospital, and this receptionist will not let us come up. Apparently, people have been trying to get up all day long. We'll try to keep talking our way through, but she seems so excited about having such a job as controlling who's in the hospital. If you could call me back, that would be great. Thanks so much, bye."

"Security will be here momentarily," the poisoned-honey receptionist said with a sugary voice, "Any minute now."

Two buff men came up to the desk. "Are these them, Pamela?" they asked pointing to Oliver. "Alright, move along, now. If you don't resist, all our jobs will be easier."

"We're supposed to be here," Robbie Ray said. "We are here to see Jake Ryan. He's a particularly good friend of ours."

"Mr. Ryan is not seeing any visitors, currently, now move along, before I have to use force."

"We aren't going until we see Jake," Miley announced stepping her foot down, stepping right up into the security guards face. "So let us see him." The guard grabbed her with one arm, carrying her. He grabbed Mr. Stewart by the collar and dragged him out to. The others followed them. The two tried to get away, but the guard was too strong. He didn't let them go until they were outside.

"And stay out," he growled. He looked at the guards outside the door. "Don't let them back in. Make sure they leave."

The others grunted in response, giving Mr. Stewart a dangerous look. "I think we'll have to form a plan."

"To get into a hospital?!" Oliver asked unbelievingly.

"Well, how else are we going to see him?" Lily asked.

"I have an idea," Miley suddenly said.

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"Hello, miss, we are here to see Jake Ryan," Hannah Montana's manager said.

"I'm sorry," the same receptionist said, annoyed not looking up from her papers. "He isn't up to visitors. We can't let anybody in."

"Not even Hannah Montana?" Hannah asked. "He asked me to come see him."

"YOUR HANNAH MONTANA?!" the receptionist screamed. "I MUST BE DREAMING!"

"I assure you that this is a reality," Lola piped up. "I'm Lola Loftnagle."

"Holy shit, you really are Hannah Montana. You brought the whole entourage."

"Um, did a girl named Miley come in yet?" Hannah asked sweetly. "We were supposed to meet here."

"No," she lied. "I don't know a Miley. Can I have your autograph?"

"Really, because I was on the phone with Miley as she was walking in, and she said she was going to see the receptionist. She must have been here. She has long brown curly hair. Some people say we look alike."

Miley thoroughly enjoyed watching the excited look turn to dread look on the receptionist's ugly face. "Um, I…" she was squeaking with fear. "I think…"

"You wouldn't let her go upstairs, would you?" Hannah asked in confirmation. "That's what I thought. Can we go upstairs now?"

"Yes," the receptionist answered, intimidated. "East Wing in the Blue Unit, Room 609, 6th floor."

"No I thought it was the 5th floor," Lily growled under her breath. The whole group proceeded upstairs with no further interruptions.

They found the 6th floor easily, but when they arrived upstairs, they noticed the eerie silence. It was as if nobody else was up there. The nurses' station was full of silent nurses flipping through charts, drawing up daily schedules, and analyzing statistics. The numbers were very confusing so Mr. Stewart went up to the station, and asked, "Excuse me, ma'am, can you please direct me to room 609?"

A hasty gray haired nurse looked up, "right down the hall. Take a right. 2nd door to your right. There's a big sign. If you hit the public bathroom you've gone too far."

"Thank you." The lady beamed, too tired to notice or care that one of the most famous people in the world had walked into her area. They walked down the hall, turned the corner, and approached the door to his room. They knocked and upon hearing Mrs. Ryan's voice, they entered.

The room was spacious and bright, with a couple of chairs here and there. The white-washed walls made it feel even more like a hospital. The sanitary smell gave Miley a headache. In the corner, there was a mini nurses' station where a nurse was always present.

"Hi Miley," Rita Ryan greeted sweetly. "How are you?"

"Good," Miley beamed. "How are you?"

"Fantastic," Rita replied, "now that my boys are back. Mr. Ryan is in the room next door. I've been going back and forth."

"How are they?" Miley asked, looking at Jake for the first time. He was peacefully asleep, with bandages everywhere. He was on multiple IVs. Miley wasn't at all scared of his appearance, though. When her mom was in the hospital before she died, she had five times as many IVs plus she looked way worse. Jake actually had some color in his face.

"Jake hasn't woken up, yet," Mrs. Ryan replied, looking at her son with hopeful eyes. "They aren't sure if he will."

"Jake made it this far," Robbie Ray piped up, "he won't give up, now. He's so close. He even has some color."

"Yeah," his mother said sadly, "but he may never be the way he used to be."

"What do you mean by that?" Miley asked, hurriedly.

"Well, I think you should know what they think happened out there," Mrs. Ryan said. "The plane crashed a few times as it slid down the mountain, and they think somehow Ryan and his father escaped the plane. They aren't sure if it was intentional or not. Well, they were already injured, but they obviously needed food and water. Well, there were a few bodies discovered up the mountain even higher than they probably landed, and they think that…" She began to cry, slightly. "They think…" She was starting to lose her composure.

"They think the bodies provided them with their food?" asked Bobbie Ray. Mrs. Ryan nodded. "What about water?"

"There was a lake not too far from the bodies," she answered. "But they weren't found, because they made there way to the other side of the lake, where there were some trees, for shade. It was a forest. They looked thought there many times, but Jake and Paul moved through the forest, trying to make it to the bottom of the mountain to find people. They had no idea people were looking for them. They guess they found more food in hunting animals up there, but they aren't sure how they did it being so injured. They don't think they could even walk. Well, it came to the time to go down the mountain. They could see civilization down in the distance. They were too week to make it down the mountain, and they fell off a mini cliff, landing on their backs. It's unclear whether they'll walk again. Paul has woken up, but Jake hasn't. Paul remembers everything before the plane crash. He doesn't remember anything after that which was expected. Jake seemed to hit his head when he fell. It's unclear whether he'll wake up."

Miley moved towards the bed and grabbed his IV free hand, holding it in hers. He was warm and peaceful. She squeezed it slightly, praying for a reaction. She could have sworn she felt him squeeze it back. She looked towards is eyes, no change. He was still unconscious. She must have imagined it.

((there you go…yes…I bet you all expected him to be sitting up in his bed, smiling, and reading about himself in a teen magazine…well…this is real life folks…XOXO, CHRISTINE))