Oliver noticed us almost straight away, "Ahoy mateys." He yelled to me and Miley. Miley and I laughed and Miley slowly led me to where her dad and Oliver were standing. We sat down in the two chairs that were placed near the wheel, and grabbed the two water bottles that were handed to us by Mr. Stewart.

"Thanks," I told him as I drank from my bottle. Mr. Stewart nodded and turned the wheel a little more to the right as Oliver went the wrong way, "How much longer until we get to Catalina?"

Mr. Stewart looked out into the ocean and turned back to me, "another two hours." He told me, as I groaned at the thought of a whole two hours – I was anxious, because I'd never been to Catalina Island before, "This your first time to Catalina?" Mr. Stewart asked, reading my mind.

I nodded, "My dad hates the idea of being on a boat for more than an hour." I looked over at Miley and Oliver and I looked out into the ocean, getting up from my chair slowly and walking out onto the back of the boat so that I could hang my legs over the side again. As I got to the spot on the boat where there was nowhere that I could hold on to, my legs collapsed underneath me and I fell. From behind me, Miley helped me up, and asked if I was okay as she led me to my destination. She helped me down and then Miley joined me, resting her head on the long metal bar that rapped around the entire boat.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Miley asked me, interrupting the silence that was between us. I nodded, more tired now than ever, and turned back to looking at my feet dangling over the ocean. Miley was silent again for a little while, and then, she sighed and started to talk again when Oliver interrupted by sitting down next to me so that I was between him and Miley.

"Hey Lils," Oliver said when he'd settled. "How you feeling?"

I shrugged, starting to hate that question. Oliver nodded and the three of us started to talk about more normal subjects until Catalina came into view on the horizon.

"We'll be in Catalina in about ten minutes," Mr. Stewart sang from the steering wheel. We all cried out in joy and returned to our conversation. From behind us, I could hear Mr. Stewart turn up his oldies music and began to sing along as loud as possible.

We spent the day on the beach, Miley and Oliver went into the water for most of the time, while I stayed on the shore with Mr. Stewart. I was completely covered, long sleeved shirt, long pants and all because my skin couldn't be too exposed to the sun. When it started to get late, the four of us made our way to a local restaurant and got take out so that we could get back to Santa Monica in time to give the boat back. By that time my legs were so weak I was carried to the harbour by Mr. Stewart, and I was so tired that I fell asleep almost immediately as he picked me up. I briefly listened to Miley and Oliver's conversation before I blacked out.

Next time I woke up it was dark and there were three large and heavy blankets on top of me. I looked around at my surroundings to find myself below deck in the bed near the window where I could see Oliver, Miley and Mr. Stewart lying around and looking at the sunset. I knocked on the window weakly, but no one heard. I got up to try again, but I found myself too weak to do anything but collapse on the bed again. I fell asleep almost instantly as my head hit the pillow, so not only was I weak but exhausted. Only this time, I didn't wake up for anything. Distantly I could hear Miley and Oliver trying to wake me up, Mr. Stewart lifting me into his arms and bringing me up to the top of the boat, and shoving three pills into my mouth. After a while, I could hear Oliver and Miley running around in panic, and each minute their voices grew further and further away. I fought to open my eyes, and thankfully the noises became louder. Eventually, my eyes opened and I could finally see Miley, Oliver and Mr. Stewart standing over me. I could hear Mr. Stewart ask me if I was okay, but I couldn't respond any better than a nod. Mr. Stewart helped me up to my feet – and placed me on the first chair he could find.

Miley's POV:

Lily was pale, and shivering but I knew I couldn't do anything about it. It upset me now that I knew what was slowly killing Lily.

"Is she going to be alright?" I asked my dad once he'd taken Lily to sit on a chair near the steering wheel. My dad nodded, and I looked over at Oliver who hadn't talked since we'd found Lily downstairs. "Are you sure?" I asked my dad again.

Dad looked at me, with sad eyes – something that told me he was trying to positive but it just wasn't working out. "I don't know," my dad told me quietly. "We've got to get to shore quickly and then take her to Dr. Chow."

I nodded, and Oliver and I went to sit near Lily. She was still half unconscious, gripping the large blanket around her like she would die without it. Dad came quickly to the steering wheel and turned on the motor, which we hadn't used all day. We got back to Santa Monica in record timing, and ran off the boat into the car as soon as we hit land. My dad joined Oliver and I in the car with Lily in his hands after he explained what was happening to the friend that had lent us the boat.

"Keep the blanket around Lily," He told Oliver and I when he'd given Lily to us in the back. "And make sure to have her still conscious by the time we get to the hospital."

We nodded, and followed the directions. Oliver kept the blanket tight around Lily's neck, and every time she began to fall asleep again I would somehow wake her up.

By the time we were at the hospital Lily was getting worse. My dad took us around to the emergency room entrance instead of the walk-ins – that was when I knew.

"I need Dr. Chow," My dad demanded to the first doctor he found when we entered the double doors. The doctor looked at my dad as if he was crazy, and so he explained, "This is Lily Truscott." He told the doctor, who still seemed confused even as a nurse passing by heard.

"I'll go get him for you," The nurse told us. "Is Lily alright?"
My dad shrugged, obviously recognizing this nurse, and she left to go look for Lily's doctor.

We sat down on the closest chairs we could find, the three of us in a lousy mood, and Lily almost unconscious in my dad's arms. It felt like forever before Dr. Chow came – even though, in reality it had been less than a minute. He came with clipboard in hand, and a very serious look on his face.

"Come with me Mr. Stewart," Dr. Chow said, pointing his clipboard to the room that I figured was his office. My dad got up, and before they got into the office, I heard Dr. Chow ask, "What are Lily's symptoms?" From then on, I couldn't hear.

I turned to Oliver, who was looking down at the floor. I started to say something, but nothing came out except for a soft sigh before I turned back to look at the closed door Mr. Stewart and Dr. Chow had gone through – I sighed again.

"Do you think Lily's going to be okay?" I asked Oliver in a whisper.

Oliver looked up slowly, and turned his head to face me. "I hope so," Oliver said in a whisper that was way quieter than mine. Oliver held his head in his hands, and gave me a small smile. "She's strong," he told me.

I nodded in agreement because I didn't feel like saying anything else. Only a day after I find out about Lily's cancer, something happens to her. I held back my tears, the image of Lily half conscious stuck in my head.

It seemed like another few hours before my dad came back out with Dr. Chow. When, according to my watch, it had only been about one. I ran straight up to my dad, as soon as he walked through the door, and Oliver was a few steps behind me.

"How is she?" I asked my dad, who was currently looking at the floor instead of straight at me – which would mean that Lily was fine.

I waited for the answer patiently. "Dr. Chow thought it would be best to readmit Lily to the hospital," dad told me quietly. "They don't know when – when she can be released again."