CHAPTER 19

((back again I am…woo…yoda language…yes a little slap-happy I know…here it comes…you have been waiting for it…the next chapter…not to much left after this one…I'm already beginning to think about my next story…but I cant get any ideas…I want to write another Hannah Montana…I could go really sad…like tragic…or I could go really happy…I may write a oneshot…then another after that…read my oneshot without you and review it…I wanna know if you liked it…it was fun to write…but sad…reviews are greatly appreciated…probably only one or two chapters left after this…I'm not the biggest fan on sequels…so I make no promises…sorry…begging won't work…the bears lost …oh well…maybe next year…I'm over it…read and review…XOXO, CHRISTINE))

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Im carryin a load thats to heavy for me
Have no where to go so im down on my knee
Im tryin to see the forest but theres this one tree
Cant understand why im sinking so deep
Help me (Help Me Help Me) have mercy on me
(Wont you have mercy on me) Set my soul free, and let the bell in my heart ring
This is my cry, this is my plea
I need an angel (I need an angel) Im calling an angel, send me an angel (Send it on down)
Here Me Now
I need an angel (I need an angel) Im calling an angel, send me an angel (Send it on down)
Oooh something inside me telling me the morning will come (Morning will Come) Yes it will
Oooh sometimes its hard to face the truth so we run (We Run)
God if you care at all please dont let me fall by the wayside (Oh No)
Please be my guide, would you light my path...
Take Me, Shape Me, Mold Me, Change Me, Teach Me, Fill Me, Save Me

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I must say, life is not easy. I sit in a hospital waiting for him to awaken from the depths of darkness, to come back to clarity, back to life. His brain is bleeding, corrupting every inch of his body. Not long now.

Jake's heart was barely breathing. His lungs were gradually filling with water. There was nothing the doctors could do. They sat there, watching him deteriorate, watching the skin magically begin to peel from his body, as he prepared for his final breath. Miley shed no tear. She was shaking with anticipation. She was white, suffering this alone. Jake was gasping, sputtering, trying to continue, but no matter how hard he fought he was being taken over by the light, the darkness of life. The heart was slowing down, both Jake's and Miley's. She felt herself near despair. She no longer cared. Death do them part, then so be it. Who was she to worry about anyone except herself?

A light. A girl. A Carolina. A spirit. A song. A bright white light engulfed the room. Why didn't the nurses notice? They continued like normal, while Miley was in an array of blast. The white light surrounds, engulfs, coaxes. Swaddling white garments everywhere. A star. A flash. Reality.

A loud gasping cough sufficed from the bed yonder. Water was spraying everywhere as it was hacked up, by the pale conscious teenager. The whole room was soaked. Miley was surprised lungs could hold so much water without bursting. Thank god they hadn't.

"You…you…water…blood…but how?" the doctor incredulously gasped. "There is no possible way." The doctor was rooted to the spot.

"Um…" Miley squeaked, "shouldn't you do something."

"Wha…oh yeah." He hustled and bustled to Jake's side fiddling with wires. Miley saw him give himself an occasional pinch to be reassured that this was real. "Well. Everything seems in order. His numbers are…normal. How can this be?"

"A miracle," Miley suggested weakly.

"As a practitioner of medicine, I do not believe in astrology, coincidences, or miracles," the doctor informed her sternly. "And you would do well to think the same."

Miley resumed to her silent position in the corner.

"M…" Jake stuttered. "Mi…Mi..Mill…Milly…Mil…Miley."

Miley's head darted up alertly. "Jake," she gasped, "oh Jake."

"Wh…where am I ?" he asked. "What's going on?"

"You're in the hospital," she replied, "you collapsed. Oh, Jake, I'm so sorry."

"For what?" he asked, confusedly. "It's not your fault the plane crashed. Nobody could avoid it."
"But…but…but." It was Miley's turn to stutter. "You remember?"

"Of course I remember," he answered. "How could I not? I remember everything?"

"Everything?" Miley asked excitedly. "Everything about the crash, everything about Lily and Oliver, everything about your career, everything about your family, everything about me, everything about us?"

"Yeah," he answered casually. "How could I not remember the person I love?"

Miley's eyes were flooding with tears of happiness. "Oh, Jake," she whispered. "I've missed you so much."

"Um, how long have I been out?" he wondered.

"You haven't been out long, but you lost your memory for quite some time and you forgot about us. You and me, I mean." Jake's face had a transfixed look of horror.

"I'm so sorry…" he began.

"Save it," Miley said a bit harshly, "it's not your fault."

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Jake was taken for CAT scans on his brain to see what was going on. The results returned one hundred percent normal, to the doctor's astonishment. "I don't understand now, nor do I think I ever will," he kept saying, attempting to sound smart. There was no blood, nor any signs of it. His brain looked normal. There was no lasting damage anywhere, not even in his lungs. He was perfectly normal, probably even healthier than Miley.

"It's a miracle," Miley sighed happily.

((one more chapter to go…he may be okay…or I may still end it sad…lots of drama and tragedy can make a nice story after all…how do u like it? XOXO, CHRISTINE))