But next thing I knew, five minutes later I was awake and trying to find a new spot to be comfortable in. The chair was definitely not the best place to sleep, and obviously I wouldn't get enough if I didn't find anywhere else, I looked around the room and eventually I came up with the floor. So I grabbed a blanket that was folded up in the other corner of the room, and the pillow I had been using before, and fell asleep in the first place I could find.

The next morning I woke up with the sun, which didn't make me a very happy person, but once I was awake I couldn't get back to sleep again. So I pulled myself and my thin blanket to the chair I was sitting in before, and looked over at Lily's bed. Surprisingly enough, Lily was awake and already reading, a book that Miley and Oliver had brought over with Lily's school work.

"Good Morning Mr. S," Lily smiled, and put down the book on her bedside table. She adjusted her hat, which had half fallen off while she was leaning on the wall, and smiled at me. "I never thought you were an early riser."

"Neither did I," I yawned, punching my hands into the sky, and smiled back at Lily. "But I can say the same thing about you."

Lily looked at the clock on her bedside table, it read 4:45, and shrugged her shoulders. "The nurses wake me up early a lot, to give me my medicine and everything," she explained, taking off her hat, and scratching her bandage. "They haven't done it for the past week; I guess I'm just used to it."

I laughed silently, "I hope you don't make a habit out of this."

"Waking up earlier would be good for you Mr. S," Lily smiled, sitting herself completely up, and putting her hat back on, which caused her to get caught in the life support tubes that ran through her nose. "I've always hated these things," Lily mumbled, adjusting the tube that had moved, and placing her hat on the table. "Do you know when I can get these off?" Lily directed the question towards me, I shrugged.

"We'll ask your doctor when everyone's awake," I told her, walking over to sit on the end of her bed. The life support tubes definitely looked uncomfortable from here. "Why do you have life support anyway?"

"Well technically it's not life support," Lily explained, forming quotations with her hands at the word life support. "The doctors like to torture you when you've had head trauma, so I guess they consider surgery for a brain tumour head trauma – even though it's not, but whatever floats Dr. Chow's boat."

"They're just trying to keep you safe," I whispered.

Lily raised her eyebrow at me, and crossed her arms over her chest. She pulled at the tube in her nose, so that it moved places again but didn't come out completely. "Alright," she sighed, "New subject." I nodded, "I'm still allowed to go to Miley and Oliver's play on Wednesday right?"

I looked at the door, looking for a doctor or nurse, and turned back to Lily. "I think so," I whispered, pulling my leg over the other and onto the bed. "But I would look forward to a wheelchair, at least."

Lily eyebrows nit together and she threw her hands in the air, "Oh! That's going to help me blend in just great!"

I laughed, "Just give them the old Lily stare." Lily nodded, and sunk into her bed again, taking the book for the side table and opening it to the page she was reading before. I sighed, picking at my shoelaces because I had nothing left to do, and hummed Hannah Montana to myself. "I'm going to get a coffee," I told Lily when she peeped over her book to give me a death stare. "I'll be right back," Lily nodded slowly, and picked up her book again as I walked out of the room. Outside the corridor was quiet with the exception of a few patients that were awake. As I walked down the hall I found only one doctor, and that doctor was working with someone else who had a huge cut in their head. I waved at a nurse who walked by just in front of the cafeteria, and went up to the empty buffet line, grabbing a blueberry muffin, some fruit and an orange juice to bring back up to Lily's room. For a moment I stopped to think about whether Lily would want anything, at our house she would always have pancakes, so I grabbed a couple chocolate chip ones and put them on a separate plate. I struggled opening the door, and pressing the buttons on the elevator, but I finally got back to Lily's room without spilling anything completely.

"I'm back," I sang quietly as I entered the room, and got another death glare from Lily who was still reading her book. "And I brought food," I teased, holding the pancakes as close to her as I could get, "For both of us."

Lily slowly moved the book from in front of her face, and looked tat the pancakes with a smile. "Alright," Lily whispered, folding the page she was on in the book, in half. "I'll have some, but I don't really get that hungry this early in the morning." I nodded, and Lily grabbed the plate from my hands. "Thanks," she whispered, holding up a fork full of pancake as cheers, I did the same but with my muffin and mouthed your welcome.

But we were not going to eat in silence, "What are we going to do today Mr. T?" Lily asked five minutes into the meal with her mouth still half full.

I looked around the room, at the cards I'd left on the table across the room, and the magazines they were sitting on top of. "I don't know Lily," I told her. "If you're parents aren't back until tonight, maybe I could take you out for a walk around the floor."

"Would the doctor approve that?" Lily asked curiously, finishing half of her pancake before putting the plate on her table and pushing it away.