Sure enough, Mr. Stewart came up every two hours like he'd said he would, to check Lily's temperature – which he had to keep track of in case it got any higher than it already was and Lily would have to be driven to the hospital.

"Hey Oliver," Mr. Stewart whispered as he came into the room, I nodded and he looked towards Lily who was semi-conscious. "How's she doing?"

I smiled, and shrugged my shoulders, "She's not throwing up." I told him with a laugh. Mr. Stewart nodded, and came over to the bed with a thermometer in his hand.

"100.2," Mr. Stewart read off three minutes later. He shook his head, and took the cold cloth from Lily's head. He took the cloth into the bathroom attached to Lily's bedroom, and ran cold water through it before bringing it back. "Lily's temperature should go down if we keep a cold cloth on her head, and I think we should get her a snack to eat."

I nodded, making my way out of the room slowly to make sure that Lily was still okay. I ran down the stairs to the kitchen, and looked in the cupboard for food that would be appetizing to Lily. I picked up the cheddar flavoured goldfish, Lily's favourite snack, and then gingerale to settle her stomach. I brought it up the stairs quickly without spilling it and brought it into Lily's room.

I found Lily now sitting up in her bed, "Hey." I said cheerfully, placing the goldfish on the table next to Lily, and giving her the glass of pop. "Are you feeling better?"

Lily shrugged, and took a small sip from the glass before she placed it beside the snack. "A little," Lily croaked, it sounded as if her throat was sore. "The nausea's better," she laughed.

I smiled at Lily's laugh, and pointed towards the food, "You should eat." I told Lily, who was making no move to get the goldfish, "It will settle your stomach and make you feel even better." Lily shrugged, "Not even a bite?"

Lily sighed, and took one goldfish, "Happy?" She asked in her scratchy voice. Mr. Stewart, who I noticed was in the room for the first time, gave me a small smile and shrugged. I laughed, and turned back to Lily who was picking at her hair. "I think I should take a shower," Lily announced, taking off her hat, and getting out of the bed slowly. Lily was about into the bathroom, but she turned around before she reached the door, "Thanks," Lily told us, while she was clinging on to the frame of the door for support, "For everything."

I smiled, and watched Lily go into the bathroom and shut the door. I turned to Mr. Stewart who was picking up the goldfish from the table and got up. "Do you want to go downstairs?" Mr. Stewart asked me, heading towards the door, I nodded knowing that Lily would want her privacy when coming out of the shower, and followed Miley's dad down the stairs.

I walked into the television room, while Mr. Stewart continued onto the kitchen where he made himself more coffee. I sighed, sinking into the couch and turning on the television so that I was watching the news – which was the only thing on. There were stories about Hannah Montana's concert, how Seaview School was shut down due to a fire, and would be opening again after the weekend. But after that, I fell asleep, from being tired from waking up early to come to Miley's this morning when my parents left for work.

Robbie Ray's POV:

Once again, the house was silent, but I couldn't help thinking that Lily could get hurt or have another seizure while I wasn't up there to help. It distracted me from everything, I loved Lily like a daughter, and the last thing I wanted was for something to happen to her.

I closely listened for the shower to turn on, and when it did, I sighed with relief and went back to sitting down on the stool and drinking my coffee. I waited for Miley and Jackson to come home – which they did, another two hours later, after I'd tucked Lily back into her bed when she threw up twice more and fell asleep again.

"Hey daddy," Miley whispered when she entered the house, she could tell that Oliver was asleep. "How was your day?"

I shrugged, and looked over at Oliver, "It's been fine." I told Miley, unable to tell her about the chemo. "Just a little quiet," Miley nodded, "Lily's been throwing up, so when you go upstairs make sure that you don't wake her up."

Miley nodded again, placing the shopping bags down on the floor before she came to my level, "Is Lily alright?" She asked with worry, "She's been sick since she got out of the hospital, should we take Lily back?" I shook my head, laughing silently at Jackson, who had come through the door with the rest of Miley's bags. I turned back to Miley, who had a very serious look on her face, "Are you keeping something from me dad?" Miley asked, I shook my head, trying my best to keep on lying. "Because you know, if you are then I'll find out eventually and I might not talk to you for quite a while."

"I'm not keeping anything from you," I said to the ground. I could never tell a lie to Miley's face.

"Say that to my face," Miley told me again, lifting my chin up. "Is there something about Lily that I don't know?"

I looked at Miley's face, and concentrated hard on what I was going to tell her, "Lily's sick." I told Miley with a quiet voice, "She just needs to gain her strength back is all."

Miley nodded, taking the answer for now – though I knew she was going to be asking again. My little Miley wasn't five anymore, she didn't take 'because I said so' as an answer anymore. And Miley definitely wasn't stupid; she would figure this out whether or not Lily told her. "Alright," Miley laughed, "Do you want to help me wake Oliver up now?"

I looked over at Oliver; he'd been sleeping for two hours now. I nodded, and turned to Miley getting up from my seat and heading towards the couch, "Nothing too cruel." I whispered to Miley as she kneeled down to Oliver.

Miley nodded, and considered how she was going to do this, "Does yelling in his ear count as cruel?" She asked me.

"Yes," Oliver groaned, waking up before Miley had the chance. "Yelling counts as cruel, and so do a lot of other techniques you've used in the past."

I laughed, and went back to the kitchen to drink the rest of my coffee. Oliver and Miley stayed on the couch, and watched the television that had remained on since Oliver started his nap.

A/N: I can't remember which three or two of you reviewers said that this story was long... and I was wondering, is it bad that it's so long?
It's just that I have so many ideas written down for future chapters that would only have to do with later on in the chemo. And I just can't find the heart to skip ahead a few weeks to that point. But I just might, I'll have to see whether it would work or not...
Other than that, thank you everyone for reviewing! I'm glad you like the story.

Mocha Addict: Thank you for pointing out that Miley isn't stupid. Because of course she isn't, and she will be finding out eventually (See, that's one thing I've had planned since the beginning of the story, and again, it shouldn't come until a few weeks or months into the chemo.) From my standpoint, Miley is busy with school work and getting back into Hannah Montana. Now that might sound selfish of Miley to ignore her friend, but it's the only way for Miley not to realize what is happening.

Lilrin91: Thank you for saying that I've made your day! Hey, you made mine just by saying that! I do smile when I get reviews like yours, thank you again. The whole point of showing Lily going through Chemo was, unfortunately, to make you see how much she was going through, I guess you cringing proved the scene realistic. But I've been trying to get those Oliver/Lily moments in because I think they make good friends and/or a couple.

Quick headsup, I'll be moving to Australia for the next six months because my dad's company is temporarily transferring him there. I'll have my computer, ha I can't live without my laptop, but my family and I will be starting the move in another three weeks, once the first quarter at my school has finished. So, my sisters and I have already been ordered to pack, and after this week we'll be so busy - though I'll try and post whenever I have the free time. I'll try try try to have a post-a-thon on Saturday (Sorry my last post-a-thon didn't work out as well as I'd hoped it would.)
-Rosie