Everything was starting to calm down, when I heard a noise from upstairs – most likely Lily, because Miley and Oliver were still in the living room. Miley looked over at me, worried and scared, but I just shook my head and ran up the stairs myself hoping that Miley wouldn't follow. When I got to Lily's room, I found her fully dressed, in front of the mirror with a brush in her hand. Lily sat down on the bed when she noticed I was coming into the room, and put the brush next to her. That's when I noticed a bit of her blond hair in her hand.

"It's only a little," Lily sulked. "But how much longer until the rest comes out?"

I shrugged, I didn't know the answer, and I wasn't expecting to have this talk for at least another three weeks. "Chemotherapy is different for everyone," I told Lily, putting my arm around her shoulders. "But there are a lot of ways to slow hair loss down."

Lily looked up at me, "Like what Mr. Stewart?"

I thought back to what I read in the book that was now hidden underneath the table in the living room, "Well you could start using mild shampoo, use a softer brush, and have the hair dryer on low when you dry your hair."

Lily nodded, "What happens when I'm completely bald?" Lily asked, becoming quieter just at the thought, "What will I tell Miley?"

I turned Lily so that she was facing me, "You'll have to tell Miley eventually." I told Lily, grabbing her by the shoulders, and trying to get her from looking at the floor, "Are you planning on it?"

Lily shrugged, and continued to look at the floor before she got up and walked into the bathroom without answering the question. It seemed as if she weren't coming out anytime soon, so I just took the few blonde strands from the bedspread and brought them downstairs to throw away. When I got down to the kitchen, and threw away the hair, I turned to find that the couch was now empty, and that Miley and Oliver were no where to be seen. I looked around, and eventually found a note from Miley saying that they had gone to the beach, and that they would be back in about an hour.

"Where'd they go?" Lily asked quietly. She'd walked down the stairs so lightly that I hadn't noticed Lily come into the kitchen.

"The beach," I told her, Lily sighed. "Sorry, they'll be back in about an hour." Lily nodded, "How are you feeling?"

Lily looked up at me, and moved her head side to side. "Okay," she told me sitting down on the stool. "I'm still a bit nauseous, but I'm dizzier than anything."

I turned, putting my hand against her forehead, and then going to find the thermometer, "Do you mind if I take your temperature?" Lily nodded, and I put the thermometer underneath her tongue for a couple of minutes. When I took the stick out, I read the red numbers, 102.4. "Your temperature is getting higher," I told Lily, when I put the thermometer in the sink. "Maybe I should take you to the doctors?" Lily shrugged, "Do you have a sore throat, an earache, or headache?"

"Maybe a headache," Lily whispered, so that I could barely hear her. "And a bit of a sore throat."

I nodded, and immediately took Lily's hand, leading her away from the stool and into the car. I forgot to write a note, I didn't tell anyone I was leaving, but I took Lily to the doctor's without delay. I ran into the office like there was no one else around, even though there was.

"Can we see the first available nurse you can find?" I demanded to the nurse behind the glass wall at the desk. I dragged Lily to my side, so that the nurse could see, but the nurse didn't seem to care. I tried again, "Lily Truscott here is a cancer patient," I told the nurse. This time she seemed to be listening, "I don't know what's wrong, but Lily's got a high fever, headache and sore throat."

"We'll have a nurse check her out soon sir," the nurse told me calmly. I nodded, and sat down with Lily next to me. Everyone in the waiting room was now staring at me; I hadn't realized how loud I was being.

"We'll weigh you first, and then check out your health," Lily's doctor told us when we walked out of the waiting room. When Lily nodded, the doctor pointed towards the scale and told Lily to get on. The pointer was moved around a few times, first to the left, and then more to the left. I tried to get around the white coat to see what was happening, but I couldn't. "87," The doctor wrote down on his clipboard. I shook my head in shock. "Lily I understand that switching to chemotherapy has been stressful, and it's definitely causes you to lose your appetite, but I really think we should get you eating."

Lily nodded, and followed the doctor into a private room. I sat down on the chair, as Lily did the same with the table. The doctor stood in between us, and looked at his clipboard, "I've got to check your temperature, and take some blood." Lily nodded, and the doctor proceeded. Lily's temperature was continuing to climb, and later on we were told that the blood samples came back with clues leading to infection.

Now, both Lily and I sat down with the doctor in his office; the doctor had prescribed medicine for Lily to take for the next four weeks, and was now talking more to me. "Now, if Lily doesn't want to eat, you should give her snacks throughout the day. Lily doesn't have to have three full meals a day. If Lily can't eat solid foods, you can give her liquids like soup and juice, anything with important calories or nutrients; she could try and take a walk outside to make her hungrier." I nodded, and made sure that I could remember all of it, "For nausea Lily could suck on a mint, and avoid odours that might bother her. Lily you should tell Mr. Stewart when a smell is bothering you, otherwise he cannot help." Lily nodded, and we shook hands with the doctor and made our way to the pharmacy to pick up the medicine before we drove back home.