Lily's POV:
I did feel bad, leaving Miley and Oliver alone for two weeks. And I had wanted to go to school, and to soccer practice, and Hannah Montana's concerts, parties and interviews – but my mom was starting to get overprotective again. It all started, two weeks ago, when I fell down at Miley's house and got those ugly cuts that still remain open to this day.
I sat in bed all day, feeling tired and dizzy. Hoping that it was because of the slumber party I'd had with Miley two days ago when we stayed up until four in the morning. My mom told me to sleep, not intentionally telling me to sleep all day, but that's what I did. And for the first day, my mom put it off as nothing. Until it came to the day when I was going to be spending my third day in bed, then my mom became worried. She cleaned my cuts, thinking that this had to do with an infection. But they didn't heal, and I started to throw up in the mornings, mostly because of a pounding headache that I had every night before I went to bed.
"Honey," mom stroked my damp blonde hair, after I'd been throwing the contents of my stomach up almost all morning. "I think we should take you to a doctor."
I shook my head rapidly, not realizing that I was, and my vision was getting blurry as I began to speak to my mom, "you know how I feel about those people. Those sticks and cold equipment."
"Would you rather the emergency room?" Mom asked, trying to persuade me. "We could get you there overnight and see how much better you would do on an IV."
I shook my head again, only able to see the outline of my mom, and a couple words through the ringing in my ears. I was starting to get grumpy for no reason, "I pick the stupid doctor." I pouted, and got up with my mom, only to barely make it to the car outside.
It was a quiet ten minute drive, but it seemed like an eternity for me as I was starting to get dizzy again. But I sure wouldn't tell my mom this, she was driving fast enough as it was – and there was no need to worry her about nothing. This was probably just the flu.
"Lillian Truscott," A nurse called out into the waiting room where I had been sitting for the past twenty minutes. "Lillian Truscott," the nurse said again, and finally my mom stood up with me in tow and I was brought to the back. "Room 12A," the nurse pointed to a door, "your doctor will be with you in a minute."
My mom nodded and thanked the nurse, and then lifted my weak body onto the cold table in front of her. "It will be okay Lily," she whispered to me, but I was already half unconscious.
I mumbled in response, unable to say anything more.
A/N I'm going to be generous today. But only because I'm super busy with packing, and babysitting my little sisters and can't post until Friday when we get back (my daddy's on the Boom Boom Huck Jam tour and we're going to visit him.) So I'll write the story while I'm gone and post a couple chapters when I get back.