"Hello sleepy head," she smiled. "Miley called; do you feel like calling her back?" I shook my head, "okay, well the doctor wants us to come back tomorrow morning."

I groaned, "More tests?"

"No," mom shook her head, and brushed hair that had been falling into my face away, "to get the results." I nodded, "now, would you like something to eat?" I shook my head, "Not even a cracker?"

"I just want to sleep mom," I cried and brought the pillow I'd been resting on, on top of my head to block out the sound that was giving me another headache. "Can I just get a few more hours?"

"Alright," my mom whispered, and slowly made her way out of the room. Then I slowly uncovered myself from the pillow I was holding against my face, and put it back under my head again, finally closing my eyes and falling asleep.

I don't remember what I dreamt about, only that it was about Miley and Oliver, but the next time I woke up, there was my mom again, sitting next to me on a chair by my bed – only this time she was asleep and the clock read 1:30 am. I wondered how long she'd been sitting there, and looked around at the rest of my dark room now that I was miraculously recovering, and smiled at the view of the Christmas tree lights at the fire house just outside my window, despite the fact that it was starting to get close to the summer months.

"You're awake," mom whispered shocking me as she took me out of my daydream. "I didn't know what to think," my mom was now closer to me and holding my hand as small tears went down her face. "You were shaking, almost like you were having a seizure."

"I was?" I asked, not believing that I would do that in my sleep.

But my mom nodded, "I was going to take you to the emergency room," mom whispered. "But you stopped almost as suddenly as you started."

"Do you …" I started and thought about rephrasing my question. "Do you think it will happen again?"

Mom shook her head, and came to lie on the bed with me, "I don't know Lily," she turned to me. "I really don't know what to think anymore."

"I can't wait until tomorrow," I said after silence, and when I said that, my mom turned to me.

"Me too," mom agreed. "I just want you to get better."

I nodded, "I even miss going to school." I laughed.

"I bet you miss your friends too." She sighed. "Why don't you call them back anymore?"

"Honestly mom," I closed one eye as I started to get tired again. "I really don't have the energy to. Our conversation would be hello, and goodbye."

"And you don't want them to know?" Mom guessed, and I looked over at her with question on my face. "About you being sick, maybe you think they'll overreact."

I nodded this time, "mom." I whispered and shut the other eye, "can we go to sleep now?"

"Sure Lily," my mom said, before getting up and walking towards the door. "Good night, sweet dreams." Then mom walked out the door quietly, so that she didn't wake up my four year old sister Blake.

"Good night," I said, and fell into sleep completely.