Lily's POV:

"Should we start another game?" I asked Mr. Stewart, who had started to calm down since our last giggle fit, and have time to look at his watch. "Or should we wait until Miley and Oliver get here?"

Miley's dad shrugged, and leaned back in his chair. "I'd wait until they came," he sighed with a laugh just as another doctor came in to check on me quickly. When the doctor was gone, Mr. Stewart added, "We wouldn't want them to miss out on all of the fun."

I nodded my head, and sat back in my bed – playing with the two loose hospital bracelets on my wrist, I shrugged off the fact that I'd probably lost some weight. "How long are Miley and Oliver allowed to stay?" I asked Mr. Stewart who was looking at his watch again.

"Only about an hour Lily," he told me. "They've got homework to catch up on and a project to rehearse." I nodded my head understandingly, and realized what I missed and couldn't have. But I knew that I was stuck in the hospital for another two weeks.

Mr. Stewart and I were quiet for another moment before one of us talked. It had been unusual, because we had been joking around since my parents left this morning.

"How are Miley and Oliver going to get here?" I asked Miley's dad, coming up with my own ways of transportation in my mind.

"Oliver's dad is going to get them from school and bring them here," He smiled, once again leaning his elbows on my bed making that side sink down a little more. "And then he's going to pick them up and they're going to work on the project at Oliver's house."

"Are you going to tell me what the play is about?" I asked, teasing him, because I knew that it was supposed to be a surprise. When Mr. Stewart didn't answer, I leaned my head onto his, so that our foreheads were touching, and asked him again, with a large smile on my face.

Mr. Stewart kissed the top of my head, like he would Miley or Jackson, and sat up straight in his chair as Miley ran in through the door. "I couldn't tell you if I wanted," he laughed, as Miley looked at her father questioningly and Oliver came behind her.

When Mr. Stewart didn't answer Miley's look, but rather lifted his eyebrows and shrugged, both turned to me. "Lily, Lily, Lily," Miley yelled, being careful as she hugged me and sat on the end of my bed. "I can't wait until you see our play!"

I smiled and said nothing, "We've been practicing like crazy," Oliver told me, sitting next to Miley on the bed. Both of my friends looked around kind of nervously at the machines and IV lines attached to me, "Miley memorized her lines in one class!" Oliver said, coming out of his trance, but his voice was still shaky.

"I'd be a little more excited," I laughed. "If you told me what play you guys were doing."

Miley looked at Oliver then, like she was asking him if she could tell, but when he shook his head Miley shook hers as well, and smiled at me. "I wish we could," Miley said sympathetically. "But Oliver – and I, want it to be a surprise."

I shrugged my shoulders, and rolled my eyes, "I'm guessing it was Oliver's idea?" I asked, "To keep it a secret?" Miley nodded, and I knew she would – because she hated keeping secrets, and I laughed, shaking my finger at Oliver. "Poor Miley, having to keep this all to herself," I smiled sneakily. "If only she could tell someone, but who is there to tell?"

Miley opened her mouth to say something, but quickly Oliver leaned forward and slapped his hand across her mouth. "Don't you dare," Oliver said, saying each word as if there were a period in-between. "You know what we said, you cannot tell anyone, anything until the day of the performance." Miley nodded, and Oliver let go of her.

"Does your dad even know?" I asked Miley, as I turned to her dad, who was still sitting in his chair. All three shook their head simultaneously, "Wow, I'm surprised you guys. You're really trying to keep this a secret."

"I know," Miley pretended to cry. "It's the hardest thing I've ever had to do," She stopped, looked up and seemed to consider something. "Well, unless you count the fact that I kept my secret identity from you guys."

"Not for long," Mr. Stewart piped in. "I think Lily found out quicker than others."

I nodded my head and smiled at both of my friends. Miley was agreeing with her dad as well, just as Mr. Oken came into the room.

"Afternoon kids," He waved, holding a cup of coffee out for Mr. Stewart. "I've come to get the ones named Miley and Oliver."

Miley and Oliver looked at each other, and then at the clock on the wall. "It's already time dad?" Oliver asked in disbelief, tapping his watch in attempt to get the right time. "Can't we stay a little longer?"

Mr. Oken shook his head, and got Miley and Oliver up from their seats, "I've got some errands to run," Mr. Oken told them, "And then you two have to get your homework done."

Miley and Oliver groaned at the thought of homework, but both walked out the door like they were told. "Everything alright here?" He asked Mr. Stewart, I was unaware of whether Mr. Oken knew about my brain tumour as well. "Does Miley need to sleep over tonight, or should I drop her back off her when they're done?"

"Could you keep her for a night or two?" Miley's dad asked. Receiving a nod, and wave and Mr. Oken went completely out the door. "I figure your parents might take a long time," he told me, and settled back into his seat as I tried to fall asleep again, unsuccessfully.