Robby Ray's POV: (A/N: that's Miley's dad)

"That'll do it," I whispered to myself as I hid the marshmallow bag in the way back of the cabinet. Far enough inside that Miley and Lily would have to look really hard in order to find them again. I smiled to myself, and walked over to the couch the girls once occupied, waiting for the noise on the stairs to calm down and for the girls to go into Miley's room and try to sleep.

I was about to yell to them when I heard a loud thump. Immediately I knew who had fallen down, that was what I was told by Mrs. Truscott to look for. I ran towards the stairs in a rush to find Lily unconscious and Miley at her side.

"Is she going to be alright?" Miley asked, almost teary eyed as I put Lily in my arms and brought her back down to the living room.

I took one look at Lily's pale complexion and shallow breathing and I tried to come up with a silver lining. "I think so Miley," I lied to my daughter. I had been told about Lily's brain tumour yesterday, but had specific instructions not to tell Miley until Lily was ready to. "We'll just get a cold cloth and some water and wait until she wakes up." Miley nodded and went into the kitchen while I put Lily on the couch, she didn't stir at all and I was getting worried.

"Here we go dad," Miley handed me a wet kitchen cloth and a couple bottles of water, and then went to sit on the floor beside Lily. Without talking she watched as I put the cloth on her forehead and squirted some water into Lily's mouth. And after a while, Miley started to panic as Lily still didn't move or come to consciousness. "What's wrong with her dad?" Miley begged.

I shrugged, knowing that I couldn't tell my daughter what was really going on, "Miles, we'll just have to wait." I told her, trying to calm both myself and her down, "If it gets any worse than we're going to take her to a hospital."

"But Dad," Miley cried, not intending on finishing her sentence. She crawled over to where I was sitting on the floor and took my arm to put around her shoulders. "Will she be okay?" Miley whispered. I nodded and wiped away Miley's tears.

It was only a short while before Miley fell asleep in my arms. I don't know whether she was comfortable there, but I decided against waking her up until Lily woke up. I looked at the clock, it had been half an hour since I'd placed Lily on that couch, but it didn't seem like her condition was getting any worse. In attempt to check, I got Miley out of my arms and lay her down on the floor as I crawled over to where Lily's head was on the couch and ran some cold water on the cloth.

"Come on," I whispered, "Wake up Lily." I closed my eyes, hoping that when I opened them again Lily would be awake. But when she wasn't, I actually prayed for her, Lily was like a daughter to me. I held on to Lily's limp hand and squeezed it; sighing I rested my head on the empty space, what I didn't expect was what happened next. The limp hand in mine moved the tiniest bit and squeezed me back. So lightly that I hadn't even realized it had happened at first. I waited for Lily to do that again, but her hand had gone limp in mine again. I sighed again and continued to rest my head on the couch, watching both Lily and Miley sleep – not getting a blink myself.

Around 2 in the morning Lily's breathing became even shallower, and I could hear her grasping for breath as I replaced the cold cloth on her burning forehead. Immediately I ran to the kitchen for the thermometer to take Lily's temperature because I was sure that she had a fever.

"Come on Lily," I whispered, placing the thermometer underneath her tongue. "Please be alright." I checked my watch, making sure that I kept the thermometer under her tongue long enough. As soon as my watch hit five minutes I ripped it out and looked at the temperature underneath a small lamp we had on the table. I read 103.4, and knew that I had to take Lily to the hospital.

"Miley," I whispered trying to shake her awake, but she wouldn't budge. I yelled louder, knowing that there wasn't anyone besides Jackson that would wake up. "Miley!"

Miley woke up with a jolt, looking around at her surroundings, and then resting on me. I could see panic in her eyes when she whispered back to me, "Is Lily okay?" I shook my head, and Miley was up on her feet before I even realized it.

I got up with her quickly afterwards to find Miley wiping away more tears. I gave her a reassuring smile before I went upstairs to Jackson's room to wake him up and tell him where we were going.

"Jackson?" I whispered, shaking him. He immediately responded, being a light sleeper.

"Dad," he whispered, rubbing his eyes to get the sleepys out. "Is everything alright?"

I shook my head again, and Jackson got out of bed to get his jacket on. "Lily's running a high fever," I told him as we walked down the stairs. "I think we've got to take her to the hospital."

Jackson nodded, and took Lily in his arms once we'd gotten downstairs. Miley had been ready and on her way to the car with a blanket and pillow in her hands. "I knew something was wrong with Lily," Jackson whispered to me, making sure that Miley, who was still crying, couldn't hear. "Will she be alright?"

I sighed, shrugging my shoulders, and opened the car down for Jackson and Lily who were going in the back so that Jackson could lay Lily down.

I quickly shut the door for them, and ran towards my side of the car. Without even thinking I got into the car, turned on the engine, put my seatbelt on and zoomed out of the driveway towards the hospital.

"Miley," I said, throwing a cell phone in her lap. "You need to call Lily's parents and tell them to meet us at Century City Hospital." Miley nodded, and called Lily's house number straight away.

"No one's answering," Miley told me, putting the phone in the pocket in front of her. "I'll try them again later."