Robbie Ray's POV:

I waited until I was clear of Lily's room before I made the phone call. Only because I wanted to make sure that Lily wouldn't hear the conversation, whether it be good or bad. So I walked all the way to the end of the hallway before I dialled the Truscott's number.

It took three or four rings before anyone answered, "Hello?" Mrs. Truscott's voice sounds tired. I could hear Blake in the background singing, and another phone ringing.

"Martha?" I asked, even though I knew it was her. "Is everything alright over there?"

Mrs. Truscott was silent for a few minutes, and in this few minutes Blake had calmed down and I couldn't hear her anymore. "We've got some problems," Mrs. Truscott sighed. "But hopefully something we can fix."

"Is there anything I can do to help?" I offered, knowing that this was harder for Lily's family than they made it seem.

Mrs. Truscott sighed again, and clicked her tongue just like Lily does when she's upset or nervous. "Unless you can find us a cheap house in Malibu," she answered, "I don't think you can."

"What about living with us?" I asked, never considering this in my head. "Just until you've got everything settled."

"We'll have to think about it," Martha told me, but I could hear the smile in her tone. I knew that eventually Mrs. Truscott would say yes, she would just discuss living with us with her husband and then call me back. "We wouldn't want to be a hassle."

"Hassle," I asked with surprise. "Martha, I could help. On days that you can't, I'll take Lily to treatments, and when Lily can, I'll drop her and Miley off at school."

Mrs. Truscott was silent again, she was giving in. "You have no idea how much of a hero your being Robbie," she told me after a while. "But listen," Martha added. "You won't have to worry about Blake; she's going to stay with my sister in San Francisco until the end of the summer. Blake's already out of school, and we'll all be too busy with Lily and everything."

"Alright," I agreed, sounding excited about this already. "It's settled, you're moving in. I'm sure Miley won't mind at all."

Mrs. Truscott laughed, "I sure hope Lily doesn't." I nodded, even though I knew Martha couldn't see. "I don't think Lily's told Miley or Oliver yet."

"That could be a problem," I agreed. I thought about Miley's reaction to that kind of news, especially if Lily kept it for longer than the moment she found out. If Lily and Miley were living in the same house, I doubt it would take Miley long, unless Lily hid it really well. "Is there anything else I could help out with?"

"No," Mrs. Truscott responded, I could still hear the smile over the phone, and from the commotion behind her I guessed Martha had told her husband. "Just take care of Lily for us again tonight. Just tonight and we'll be there tomorrow in the afternoon."

"Alright," I nodded, looking up the hallway to see Dr. Chow walk into Lily's room, with a nurse following behind. "I'll see you then," I added. "I've got to get back to Lily's room now, she's waiting."

"Thanks Robbie," Martha whispered before I hung up the phone. "For everything – see you tomorrow."

I nodded, hanging up the phone, and quickly checking for messages before I walked down the hallway again to get back to Lily. Where, when I entered, I found the nurse changing Lily's bandages again, and I got a quick glance at the bloody stitches before I looked down at the floor.

"Scared of blood?" Lily laughed when she noticed, moving her head around to face me and causing the nurse to turn her head straight again. "Oh," she laughed when I didn't answer, "You're so scared." Lily exaggerated the word so, making it seem longer.

"I'm not scared," I retorted, smirking at Lily even though she couldn't see my face because of the position of her face. "I just thought I dropped something on the floor."

"Yeah," Lily smiled, turning her head now that she was free from the nurse's grip. "I'm sure that's the truth." I smirked again now that Lily could see me, and she smirked back. The doctor and nurse left, and Lily sat down in her seat with her arms crossed across her chest – she didn't bother to put her hat back on. "What took you so long in the hallway?" Lily asked.

"I called your parents to check up on them," I told Lily, who was getting more interesting in what I was saying. I could tell she wanted to know when her parents were coming, "and the Truscott's are moving in with Miley, Jackson and I for a couple of weeks."

Lily's mouth went wide open, "Why?" She asked in complete surprise. "I mean," Lily recovered, "Are my parents okay? What's happening to our house?"

"Your parents have to sell it," I whispered, not wanting to be the one that broke the news to Lily.

"Because of me?" Lily asked, getting worked up about it. "Because I have to be here?"

I shrugged my shoulders even though I knew the answer to that question, "Your mom and dad just can't live in Malibu anymore."

Lily slumped in her chair, trying to muster up a smile in my behalf. "I guess," she told me, with a half smile. "It will be cool living with you."

"You guess?" I asked in attempt to cheer Lily up. "We're talking pancakes, beach bonfires, games," I counted on my fingers. Lily's smile lit up a little, and she shrugged her shoulders. "It'll be fun, we promise."