Robbie Ray's POV:

Soon after the Miley and Oliver left with their ride, I snuck into Lily's room to talk to her a little bit, only to find her only half conscious. Yet, I still took a chair and brought it to the side of bed.

"Hey Lily," I smiled, touching the flowers on her bedside table. Lily showed no sign of response, except for a small groan, "I'm supposed to stay here until your mom and dad come back."

"They went home?" Lily whispered hoarsely, turning a little so that she was facing me. From that angle I could see that she was weak and pale.

I nodded, and moved in closer so that my head was leaning on my hands while my elbows rested on the edge of the bed. "They went to clean up a little bit," I told Lily. "I'd give them until tonight it I was you; they looked pretty out of it." Lily laughed quietly and turned back on her back, her eyelids drooping a couple times. "I'll let you sleep," I whispered as Lily closed her eyes completely. Then I took a seat in the softer looking chair in the corner of Lily's hospital room, and found an interesting magazine to read. And as I was just getting into another article, a doctor came in with a tray of new bandages to replace the dirtier ones.

"She's asleep," I told the doctor, who by now could tell this already from where he was standing. The doctor nodded at me.

"Do you think you could help me wrap the new bandage without waking her up?" He asked, quietly again as we heard Lily snore a little, "It'll be quick." I nodded and walked up next to the doctor at Lily's bed side. I was instructed to lift Lily up so that the doctor could reach, and as I did so the doctor took off her hat. Now I could the entire bandage that covered the bottom half of her head, and there was a little blood coming from one spot above her neck. And then I came to find that that had not been the beginning – as the doctor unravelled more, so that I could see a large piece of gauze covered with medical tape, I realized that the blood had been coming from that patch of gauze. I felt queasy at the sight, and tried to look away as the doctor started to take off the only thing that was hiding Lily's stitches. Immediately afterwards I tried looking at the ground – but I was curious, and by accident, looked up to come face to face with what I had feared. The bottom half of Lily's blond hair was shaved so that they could make the incisions that the doctors had sown up with a purple string, making Lily's head look even worse. Between Lily's neck and the incision there was some swelling, though it looked as if it were going down.

"Is it supposed to look like that?" I asked the doctor, after I'd taken in the image enough to look back down at the floor, "It looks pretty bad to me."

The doctor nodded, and from what I could see he continued to reapply clean bandages and medical tape to Lily's head. "After the stitches are out it should be a lot better," he told me, and I was satisfied with what he told me. Though, I still kept my head down until I was absolutely sure that the doctor was done and that Lily's incision had been completely covered.

"Alright," the doctor smiled, clapping his hands together, and allowing me to lower Lily, who was surprisingly still asleep, back to the bed. "I've just got to get a nurse for some medication for Lily and then I can leave you two alone." I nodded, and looked down at Lily – realizing then that the doctor hadn't put her hat back on. And so I figured that, since Miley and Oliver were probably going to come and visit later on, that I would have to put it on again myself.

"There we go Lily," I whispered as I; once again, put her head down on the pillow. I smiled at her innocent sleeping face, and walked over to the other side of the room so that I could pick up the magazine I'd been reading and continue on that article.

But before I could even reach the seat I heard Lily groan, "Mr. S?" I nodded, and brought the chair I was closest to towards Lily's bed. "What are you doing here?" Lily's voice was raspy and tired, and I could tell that she was struggling to get out each word.

"Your mom and dad went home for the day," I told her, knitting my eyebrows together. "Don't you remember me telling you earlier?" Lily shook her head and shrugged her mouth to the side. "Do you remember Miley and Oliver coming to see you?"

This time Lily seemed to consider the question before answering, like she wasn't sure. "Sort of," Lily told me, itching her head as she said it. "Could you tell me what time it is please?"

I looked at my watch as it struck the hour, "1:00 exactly." I told Lily who nodded almost as if in approval.

"Are Miley and Oliver visiting after school?" Lily asked curiously, turning her head to the side so that she could see me. I nodded my head, "good. I can't wait to see them."

"I agree," I smiled, but could see in the back of my mind, the huge scar. "The doctor should be coming with some medicine…." I tried to change the subject, just as a nurse came into the room.

"Good afternoon Lily," the nurse smiled at her, and got Lily to sit up with a cup of water in her hand. "Take these, and then I'll get out of your way." Lily nodded her head, and without question she swallowed the pills down and gave the cup back to the nurse, who left the room promptly afterwards.

"So Mr. S," Lily laughed once the nurse had left the room completely. Lily was still sitting up in her bed, and curiously reading a card that had been placed on her bedside table. "Do you want to play a game?"

I squinted one eye and raised the other eyebrow, looking at Lily's smile and trying to decipher what she was getting at. "What kind of game Lily?"

Lily shrugged her shoulders and put the card down to its original position. "I dunno," she pursed her lips in thought. "Have you ever played choose?"

I shook my head, "How do you play it?"

"It's simple really," Lily told me. "All you have to do is choose between two bad situations, or two good. For example, choose: getting stuck in an ice storm, or stuck in a draught?"

I thought about this, and finally got the point of the game. "I'd pick ice storm," I told Lily who nodded her head in agreement. "Okay, so choose: big purple dots all over you body, or antennas?"

"How big at the antennas?" Lily asked, turning around in her bed so that she was sitting cross legged in front of me. I shrugged, "I mean – are they short or are they tall?"

"Medium," I teased.

"Then I pick antennas," Lily said crossing her arms across her chest, and almost catching her IV on the way. I almost reached out to help her, but I think Lily figured it out of her own and went back to putting her hands at her side. "Choose: Stuck in a basement with twenty of Miley's friends, or with twenty people randomly picked?"

I laughed, and sat back in my chair with my arms around the back. "Would I be allowed to bring ear plugs?" Lily shook her head, "What about duck tape?" Lily shook her head again, "Then I would have to pick twenty random people."

Lily laughed wildly, and nodded her head. And for a while we continued to play the game of choose – that I was actually starting to get good at. Lily and I took turns making up chooses, and each time they would get more and more ridiculous – to the point where we were laughing too hard to speak. And proving the point that time does fly when you're having fun, when I looked at my watch, it was already almost time for Miley and Oliver to get home from school.