Once we were in the house, Oliver and Mr. Stewart dumped me on the couch. I moaned in pain as I felt a sharp pain go through my stomach.

"Are you alright?" Oliver asked in a rush, as he sat down on the floor in front of the couch. He moved my hair from my face and asked again, "Lily, please tell me – are you alright?"

I nodded, and pointed towards the kitchen where Mr. Stewart had placed a big bowl. Oliver knew immediately what I meant, and ran for it, coming back just as I threw up into the bowl. Oliver held my hair back and rubbed my back as I threw up again, and helped me lay back down on the couch before getting a glass of water in the kitchen. I groaned in pain again as Oliver picked me up to drink the water he'd brought.

"Thanks Oliver," I whispered, because that was all I could do now. "Sorry about that," I said pointing to the bowl half full of throw up.

Oliver shrugged and moved the bowl to the kitchen, bringing it back clean, "You don't have to be sorry about anything Lily." I nodded weakly and Oliver helped me down to my pillow again. "Are you feeling a little better now?"

I shook my head, gagging some as I pulled the covers over my feet. "Could you get my medicine for me?" I asked Oliver when I was settled. Oliver nodded and walked into the kitchen and opened the drawer where Mr. Stewart kept my pill case. He took out the four pills I had to take and brought them back to me. "Thanks," I whispered again, swallowing the pills.

"You're welcome," Oliver told me, grabbing my hand and getting up. "I think you should get some sleep," He told me, "I'll leave you to it; tell me if you need anything."

I nodded, and turned around to face to other side of the couch. I felt Oliver get up and walk to the kitchen, and open the fridge, and then next thing I knew I was asleep.

Oliver's POV:

As soon as I heard Lily's breathing even, I knew she was asleep. I watched her for a little while longer, to make sure she wasn't going to suddenly wake up and need to use the bowl again, but when she didn't I made my way to Mr. Stewart's office to which he had retreated to ten minutes ago.

"Lily asleep?" Mr. Stewart asked when I walked in, it scared my at first because he wasn't facing me.

"Yep," I announced, taking one last look at Lily before I walked to Mr. Stewart. "She threw up twice already, and she can hardly lift herself up."

Miley's dad turned around in his chair, so that he was facing me. I noticed now that he was holding a book that he'd probably been reading, "It's normal." Mr. Stewart told me, "Is she still shivering?"

I shook my head, and Mr. Stewart turned around to face his computer again. "Do you think we should feed Lily?" I asked curiously, "I mean she hasn't eaten all day."

Mr. Stewart turned around to face me, he had disappointment and thought on his face, "That girls got to start eating again," he mumbled to himself. "I'll be right out there Oliver, we'll make a snack or something and wait for Lily to wake up." I nodded and turned around to go out the door when Mr. Stewart stopped me, "Oh and you might want to put the bowl back near Lily." I nodded, suddenly hearing Lily gag.

I bolted towards the couch as fast as I could, but didn't make it in time. Lily threw up over the blanket she now had over herself and down the front of her shirt. She didn't look too happy with herself, tears were going down her face, and her hands were shaking.

"It's alright Lily," I told her rubbing her back as I tried to get her up from the couch. "We'll move you somewhere else." Lily nodded, and Mr. Stewart came into the room to pick up the blanket and rinse it in the sink. Meanwhile, I tried to take Lily up the stairs, but even as we moved to the kitchen Lily's legs were giving out beneath her. Instead, I told Lily to wait on stool in the kitchen as I went upstairs to pick out another shirt.

"I'm so sorry," Lily cried when I came downstairs with a shirt, her eyes were drooping again, and she seemed to be calming down. I gave her the shirt, and she changed into it slowly, giving Mr. Stewart the messy shirt. Now, I had to lead Lily somewhere other than the couch, but Lily was falling asleep as I came up with options.

"I'll carry her upstairs to her bedroom," Mr. Stewart whispered, taking Lily in his arms and up the stairs, with me in tow. We entered Lily's bedroom, and placed Lily on her bed, tucking her into the covers. "Do you want to stay with her, or should I?"

"I will," I almost demanded, sitting at the end of Lily's bed – creepily reminding me of the hospital. "But you might want to get the bowl and a cold cloth for her head."

Mr. Stewart nodded and ran downstairs for the requests. When he came back up with them I was sitting in one of the many beanbags in Lily's room in which I'd brought to the bed. "Is Lily alright now?" He asked, I nodded and took the bowl and wet cloth from Mr. Stewart, placing the cloth on Lily's burning forehead. "I'll be downstairs if you need anything, but I'll be back up every couple of hours to check Lily's temperature."

I nodded, and Mr. Stewart left.

A/N: Sorry this Chapter is so short! I've been helping with my mom's birthday party, and then I have the party tomorrow in which my sisters' and I have to be little slaves. And then afterwards, my sisters' and I are going to the movies! But I definately promise a post every day this week, I'm sorry that I haven't been able to do much this weekend... it's been so busy around here.
- Rosie