Miley's POV:
I fell asleep on Jackson's lap when my dad went to talk to doctor, and the next thing I knew my dad was waking me up. I had already forgotten I was in the hospital when I came to, and felt a ton of bricks fall on my shoulders when I realized why we were there.
"Miley," my dad shook me awake, and I woke up slowly rubbing my eyes as I did. "Miley, you have to wake up sweetie – we're going home to get refreshed."
I looked around at my surroundings, it had gotten busier at the hospital while more accidents came in, and Lily's parents had arrived and sat in the corner across from us. "I don't want to go home," I complained to my dad and Jackson who already had their coats on. "I need to stay here, I need to see Lily."
My dad brought me up to my feet and pulled me into a hug, "Miley we can't see Lily," he told me as he kissed the top of my head. "Let's get home, and maybe we can see Lily when we get back." I shook my head aggressively, pulling away from the hug and crossing my arms against my chest, tears had started to run down my face already.
"Alright," I wiped my tears, and nodded my head letting my dad know that I would go home with him. "I'll go, but we've got to come right back." My dad agreed, and I mouthed thanks to him, he nodded and put his arm around my shoulders to lead me out of the hospital. Jackson trailed behind, carrying the blanket and pillow I had brought when we came.
When we hopped into the car and before my dad turned on the engine, he turned to me – taking one look before he turned onto the road. I refused to say anything at all until we got into the house when I told my dad and brother that I was going to take a shower.
"Okay Miley," dad stroked my hair and allowed me to go up the stairs.
I took a while before getting into the shower, taking my time to look at all the pictures of my friends that I had on one wall in my room. I smiled at a picture of me, Oliver and Lily at the beach on the fourth of July. We had spend all night writing our names in the sky with the large box of sparklers that Lily had brought, and eating hamburgers until we felt like we were going to throw up.
By the time I'd reached the picture of Me and Lily at her first Hannah Montana concert, I'd given up the idea of taking a shower, and instead sat on my bed and lay on my back to look at the ceiling of glow in the dark stars Lily and I had put up during a sleep over we had during April vacation. It seemed like so long ago now.
"Miley?" I sat up on my bed when I heard my dad coming up the stairs. "Are you up there? Are you ready to go back to the hospital?" I nodded my head, because by this time my dad had reached my bedroom door and made his way to sit on the bed next to me. "I think you should get changed first," my dad told me. I looked down at myself and noticed that I was still in my pajamas from last night. I nodded my head again, sighing as I got up from the bed. "I'll meet you downstairs," my dad told me.
Once I'd made sure that my dad left, I got into my closest and picked out a pair of sequined jean shorts and a white long sleeved shirt that I didn't even bother to look and see if it looked alright. I just rushed down the stairs so that I could get to the hospital as soon as possible.
When I got downstairs my dad and Jackson were gathering snacks and drinks to bring back for everyone. "Are you ready to go?" Dad asked when I walked into the kitchen. I nodded and he tapped Jackson – who had all of the food in bags in his arms, to indicate that we were going into the car.
Though the car ride was quiet, the hospital – when we arrived back to where we had been sitting earlier that morning was booming with noise, as yet another trauma patient came in strapped to a gurney and a few doctors were called to various rooms.
My dad dragged me to the seat across from Mr. and Mrs. Truscott – who looked like they had both been crying, and just like that, I felt like crying again.
"She'll be fine," Mrs. Truscott said through tears. She'd come to sit next to me and now had a hand on my shoulder, "Lily will be out in a week, and she'll be fine."
I nodded my head and smiled at Mrs. Truscott's positive thinking, "She will." I agreed with Lily's mom, just before we both started breaking down once again. I looked at Mr. Truscott, who was standing in front of me with my dad, and he nodded and smiled at me. "I know Lily's going to be okay," I told myself. I could feel that this was a sign.