Lily's POV:

"I'll be right back," Mr. Stewart told me three hours later, once we could hear noise in the halls indicating that the doctors and nurses were awake. He slipped out the door without my response, and the next thing I knew him and Dr. Chow were standing next to me in my room. "Lily, do you still want to get out of bed?"

I nodded, and looked over at Dr. Chow who was holding grip on a folded wheelchair next to him, "Are we talking outside, or inside?" Mr. Stewart and the doctor looked at each other.

"We're talking inside Lily," Dr. Chow responded in his heavy Chinese accent. But he shrugged and I could tell there was going to be another choice, one that I probably wouldn't like. "You can go outside," Dr. Chow told me, holding out a blue face mask in his other hand, and a pair of plastic gloves, "But your being watched closely now, and you can't have anymore infections."

I looked over at Miley's dad, and all he could do was shrug his shoulders. So I looked from the wheelchair to the face mask, and reached over to my nose where they'd stuck tubes yesterday. "I'll take inside," I told them both, and attempted to take the covers off of me to get up.

"Hold on Lily," Miley's dad laughed. I sat back down and Dr. Chow opened the wheelchair as Mr. S made sure that my IV's or life support tubes didn't get in the way of me getting out. Once I was on the wheelchair, with Miley's dad holding the handles, I was holding onto my IV pole to keep it with me, and the life support machine was attached to the back of the wheelchair. "Are you ready?" Mr. Stewart whispered. I nodded, and Dr. Chow opened the door for us. "Where do you want to go?" He asked me as we cruised around my floor and all the way to the elevator.

"I want to go up and down at the elevator," I replied, knowing this was probably the only place I could go and have fun. I wasn't hungry, so I didn't want to go to the cafeteria, and outside wasn't an option unless I wanted to wear those face masks. "Just a couple times," I added.

Miley's dad nodded, and he pressed the button for the elevator to open. We had to wait a couple of seconds before we could enter the elevator, but that was something every elevator had in common. But soon enough Mr. Stewart wheeled me in and he pressed all of the buttons he could before the doors shut.

"This should be interesting," He laughed when we reached the floor above where we started. "This is really how you want to spend your afternoon?"

I considered this, looking up at Miley's dad standing next to me, and I shook my head. "Elevators pop my ears," I told him, smiling, and pushing myself a little closer to the buttons. "Cafeteria ahoy," I shouted – which I could do because there was no one else in the elevator. I looked up at Mr. Stewart, "You look like you could use a coffee."

I nodded my head, and laughed at the thought that Lily could tell. I hit the button for the level on which the café was located because I knew Lily wouldn't know which one it was on, and waited for the elevator door to open. "Aren't you going to get anything?"

I shook my head, just as the elevator opened and we made our way through the double doors where new food was set out, "I'm not very hungry." I told Mr. Stewart who was wheeling me around so that he could get his coffee, and egg sandwich.

Mr. Stewart held up the sandwich to my nose, and I still shook my head, "I'm not very hungry." I repeated, looked up at Miley's dad who finally took the sandwich away from in front of me, "I had a pancake, remember?"

"I remember," He nodded, taking a sip from his coffee. He placed it down on the table closest to us, and sat down on the chair so that he was at my level. Mr. Stewart leaned his elbow on his knee and looked up at me, "but I don't think your eating enough, radiation is going to make it tougher for you and you need to get your strength up now."

"My strength's fine," I smiled at him, leaning forward to my knee as far I could. I looked down at my flannel pink and purple chequered pajamas bottoms, and picked at a loose string. "I'm a Truscott, it will be fine." Mr. Stewart nodded his head, and grabbed his coffee again. I struggled to move my wheelchair to the other end of the table where there wasn't any chair.

Miley's dad opened the tin foil wrap on the egg sandwich, and just as I reached the end of the table by myself, he held it up towards me. "Do you want a bite?" I shook my head. "Alright so maybe egg isn't your calling," he said, taking a bite for himself. "But are you sure you don't want anything else?"

"If I ask you to get me a whole wheat bagel," I laughed, leaning my elbows on the table. "Will you shut up?" He nodded, and got up to grab a bagel from the buffet line, along with a container of cream cheese, and an orange juice. "There we go," Mr. Stewart said as he put my breakfast in front of me, "Bonne appetite."

I held up my bagel, like I had when I'd gotten the pancakes earlier that morning, and began to put my cream cheese on. But every so often I would get a pounding headache that wouldn't go away very quickly, and I would have to put everything down and close my eyes. Thankfully, each time it happened, Mr. Stewart would be looking away, and next time he would look at me I was back to putting cream cheese on my bagel.

"Do you want to take that back to your room?" Miley's dad asked, I looked up and he was already done with his second breakfast of this morning. I shrugged my shoulders, I had already had enough of being out of my room, the hospital was a boring place to hang out.

"Yeah," I told him, allowing Mr. Stewart to take hold of the handles of my wheelchair and direct me out of the double doors and into the elevator. Once we got back to my room, I had to be lifted out of the chair carefully, so that my IV's didn't come out, so it took at least five minutes for Mr. Stewart alone to get me into my bed again.

"Thanks," I smiled at Mr. Stewart once he was done and was making his way to bring his own chair to the side of my bed. "Breakfast was fun," I said, laughing. "We should do it again sometime."

Miley's dad nodded, and gave me the orange juice he was holding for me. When he gave it to me, I placed both the orange juice and my half eaten bagel on the table next to my bed, and I picked up my book again. I could practically see Mr. Stewart give me a look once I did so, but I didn't care right now – and I went back to my book until Miley and Oliver were supposed to come.

When twelve o'clock came around, this was an hour after the time Mr. Stewart told me Miley and Oliver were supposed to come, they still didn't show up, and I had already finished the rest of my book so there was nothing to distract Miley's dad.

"They said twelve?" I asked again, even though I already knew the answer to the question. "What's making them so late?" Mr. Stewart shrugged his shoulders and I looked at the door just in time for Miley and Oliver to barge through.

"Do you have any idea how hard it is to get through the staff here?" Miley demanded when she walked through the door. Oliver was behind her, laughing silently at how dramatic Miley was being. "They made us wait a full hour!" Miley turned around, and Oliver stopped laughing, nodding his head and making it look as if he were angry as well. Miley turned to her dad, "Do you know what I did for that hour dad?"

He shook his head, "Sat quietly I hope."

Miley smiled sweetly and shook her head, turning around dramatically again and sitting on the end of my bed. "Lily," she hugged me, noticing the life support immediately. "Are you okay?"

I nodded my head, and looked over at Oliver who was collapsing in a chair Miley's dad had placed next to my bed. "I'm fine," I smiled. "I even got to go to the cafeteria this morning."

"That's great," Miley laughed. "It's an improvement then," I nodded. "That's great," Miley repeated.

"Your still going to see us on Wednesday right?" Oliver added in, sitting up in his seat as he said it. I nodded, and Oliver looked around the room. "What do you do around here for fun?" He asked randomly.

I looked over at Miley's dad, who was sitting next to Oliver in his own chair, "I make Mr. Stewart play games with me," I told him and Miley. "So far, we've done choose, and the – lets shove food down Lily's throat – game." I covered my mouth with my hand so that Mr. Stewart couldn't see and whispered, "so far, that one's my favourite." I made sure that it was loud enough so that Miley's dad could hear, and when I looked over he was rolling his eyes.

"I'm not shoving food down her throat," Mr. Stewart told Miley and Oliver. "I got her to eat breakfast this morning," He said. "End of game."

Miley and Oliver laughed, and turned their attention back to me. Miley suggested a game of cards, while Mr. Stewart went to talk to one of the nurses for an hour. First it was Go Fish, because that was the only game Oliver could remember to play – even though he lost, and then Miley and I tried to teach Oliver how to play poker, but it didn't work so we spent the rest of the afternoon talking before visiting hours were over and Mr. Oken came to take Miley and Oliver home.

"Bye," I said, hugging Miley tightly before she went off. "I'll see you tomorrow right?"

Miley nodded and squeezed me one last time before she let Oliver say goodbye.

"We'll definitely see you tomorrow," he whispered in my ear as he gave me a squeeze as well. "Bye Lily, have fun with Miley's dad!"

I waved goodbye, and when they left the room seemed a lot more quiet. I sighed, and looked around the room, finally deciding to pick up and eat, some more of my bagel until Miley's dad came back into the room.

"We've got you covered for Wednesday," Mr. Stewart told me immediately as he walked through the door. I clapped my hands in excitement, and Miley's dad rearranged the chairs near my bed so that only his was left. "I'll pick you up in the morning at 8, we'll see the play, and then I've got to bring you back here at 12 for radiation. Then at 4, Miley Oliver and I will come pick you up for dinner."

I nodded, "sounds great!" I sat up in my bed, the way I was lying before was starting to hurt my back, and I reached for the cards Miley had left on my table. "Do you want to play cards?"

Mr. Stewart shrugged, and then nodded his head, "What else do I have to do." He smiled, and I dealt the cards for BS, which was the only game I knew I could beat Miley's dad at. "You had to pick this game," he laughed once he'd noticed which game I had planned for us to play. "Didn't you?"

"Oh course," I shrugged, putting down my three aces. "How can I forget about me and Miley beating you at least ten times last summer on the beach?"

"It wasn't ten," Mr. Stewart laughed, "BS." He announced after I put down my cards. I turned the card over and took the pile when he'd realized I'd lied. I shrugged my shoulders, and smiled sweetly as Mr. Stewart put down his cards.

"Total BS," I yelled, and Mr. Stewart picked up the small deck.

"You are an evil child," He pointed at me and placed his cards down on his lap to look at his watch. I paused the game as well, putting the cards down on the table, and took a sip from my orange juice. "Your parents should have been here half an hour ago." Mr. Stewart frowned.

"They aren't the most punctual people in the world, I laughed again. "But you should call them in case."

Mr. Stewart nodded, grabbing his cell phone from the other side of the room and walked out of my room to make the phone call. I shrugged, and quickly looked at the cards he had left on his chair making sure Mr. Stewart wouldn't catch me. But eventually, I got bored and put them down again because Miley's dad was taking too long. With nothing left to do, I reached for the television remote and turned on the tv for only the second time since I'd been in the hospital.