Lily's POV:

The next morning I woke up to a huge crack of thunder, and the sounds of pouring rain on the sidewalk. I smiled at the sight; I'd always liked it when it rained for some reason. But then I looked at the sky again, and though it was dark due to the storm, I knew that it was also early in the morning. Of course, Mr. Stewart, who had been nicely staying with me for the past two days, was asleep on the floor again, snoring as usual. I tried to get asleep, but once I woke up I couldn't. I ended up watching the lighting in the distance until I could think of something better to do.

Lucky for me, half an hour later Mr. Stewarts cell phone rang, waking him up from his deep sleep. He looked at me sleepily, and answered the phone. "Hello?" he asked, his voice was still weak. "Oh hey Miley," Mr. Stewart smiled at me. "Yep," he said into the phone. "Is Mr. Oken awake? What time is it?" Miley answered obviously, and her dad's eyes widened. "5:00?" He asked as loud as he could in a whisper. "Call again when Mr. Oken is awake," Mr. Stewart told Miley. "You get some more rest – I love you, bye Miley."

Miley's dad hung up and put his phone on the closest table he could find, "Good morning Mr. Stewart," I sang, very much more cheerfully than he would ever be at this hour. "How are you on this fine day?"

Miley's dad shook his head and picked himself up from the floor so that he was leaning against my bed frame. "It's too early Lily," He sighed, looking up at me. "You and Miley really have to stop doing this to me."

"Just wait until I come to live with you," I laughed, lightening up to the idea of moving in with the Stewarts now that I had time to sleep on it. "We'll sure make a good team when it comes to waking everyone up."

Mr. Stewart laughed again, and closed his eyes a few times before he tried opening them completely, trying to stay awake. "I think I'm going to go buy a big box of sleeping pills, and a super sized container of coffee."

I smiled, and leaned back on my bed. I was starting to get bored again. I sighed, "So what's Miley doing up at 5 am?" I asked, having nothing else to ask.

Mr. Stewart shrugged, "Miley can be an early riser when she feels like it," he told me. "When she gets excited about things, like birthdays, Christmas. She and Oliver are going to see Pirates of the Caribbean today, so I guess that's what she's excited about."

I nodded my head, "Johnny Depp is in that movie," I raved, causing Mr. Stewart to slap his head. "And Orlando Bloom and they're pirates!" I exaggerated the word and, every time I said it. I had really wanted to see Pirates of the Caribbean, and I was looking forward to grilling Miley and Oliver about it later.

"Miley and Oliver will swing by here after the movie," Miley's dad said, practically reading my mind. "That should be around three o'clock." I nodded and we were silent again, "I'm going to go get some coffee, do you want anything?"

"Could you get me a chocolate chip muffin please?" I asked, watching Mr. Stewart walk out of the door. He nodded and I settled down into my bed again, looking around the room for something else to do.

Unfortunately, there was nothing. I had finished my work for school so that I was caught up, my mom had taken my iPod with her when she went home so that she could charge it for me, and the cards were all the way across the room where I couldn't reach them. I sighed, playing with the end of my hair, which was still braided. I picked at the side of my bandage, remembering that I hadn't put my hat back on yesterday when the doctor had changed it. It was thin, itchy material that I couldn't wait to get off.

"I'm back," Mr. Stewart announced as he walked through the door, holding out the muffin for me to take. I took it, "I've got my coffee fix now; I think I'm a little more awake."

"I don't think we want that," I told him back, noticing how hyper he was starting to get. I knew where Miley got it from now, "We've got to get you off the coffee mister." Mr. Stewart shook his head, and sat down on the chair that was left by my bed. "You know, my dad was once addicted to coffee. He would have to drink a cup everyday otherwise he would be grumpy. He's come back from the dark side, you should too."

"Dark side Lily?" Miley's dad asked me with a slight smile as he took another sip from his coffee and I started on my muffin. "I think you've been breathing in laughing gas from that thing," he pointed referring to my life support.

"Nah," I laughed. "The stuff the dentist gives you? I hate that, it makes you so loony."

Mr. Stewart raised his eyebrows and gave me a look, "Alright," he sang. "What do you want to do today? I'm sure we can figure out something new to do."

I shook my head; this hospital was getting kind of boring. "There's nothing we could do," I groaned. "I'm completely and utterly bored, and I want to go home to hang out with Miley and Oliver."

"Just think," Mr. Stewart said, I could tell he was trying to cheer me up. "On Wednesday you'll be out of here for most of the day. And then on Sunday, you're out and free to hang out with Miley 24/7," I smiled, and then Mr. Stewart added, "as long as it's in the house. Your doctor said you've got to take it easy for a little while until you're ready to get out there."

"Define 'out there'" I asked, knowing there was something he knew and I didn't.

"We're talking quite a while," Mr. Stewart whispered. "Until you're allowed to go to places like the beach or the mall."

I was shocked, "what?" I asked louder than I had intended. "Why?"

"Too many people," Mr. Stewart explained. "With too many infections. Unless of course, you want the face mask." I shook my head, "Well then, we're going to make the house as fun as we can for you."

"What about school?" I asked figuring the doctors had a reason not to go there either.

"You can go to school," Mr. Stewart told me, "But you'll have to keep a close eye on your hygiene, like washing your hands and keeping away from kids that are sick."

"How am I supposed to do that?" I asked, getting more frustrated with these rules. "Do you know how many kids get sick and don't even know it?"

Mr. Stewart shook his head, "I don't understand the rules either." He told me, "But I know you're allowed to go to school almost immediately after we pick you up."

"Immediately?" I asked groaning.

"The next day," Mr. Stewart told me, putting his empty cup of coffee in the garbage. "Unless you don't feel up to it, because you don't have to."

"I'll think about," I said, itching my head again as the bald skin underneath got irritated. "Now, when do I get this bandage off?"

Mr. Stewart sat back down in his seat, and looked outside of the room at the few doctors that were walking around at this time in the morning. I noticed then that the lighting and thunder was still going on in the distance, I had just gotten used to the sound of the rain hitting the sidewalk. Before Mr. Stewart could answer, the lights flickered once or twice, turning the machines around me on and off.

"I think the doctor said you could get it off today," Mr. Stewart told me, looking around the room as the lights flickered again. "Is the power going to go off?" I shrugged.