I shrugged my shoulders and nodded slightly. I felt that as Hannah Montana I owed the fans at least something after not performing for weeks and weeks. "I'll do it," I told my dad, who seemed a little surprised at my answer, "But what about Lily?"

"She can come with us," My dad told me straight out. "I'm sure if there's someone by Lily's side all the time, then she'll be fine, maybe Oliver could come." I nodded, and looked over at Oliver, "So I'll call the record company then?" My dad asked when he realized that he should leave. I nodded again, and my dad got up and went into his office.

Alone, Oliver and I were silent until my dad came back into the living room. "I was thinking," I told my dad, turning around so that I was facing him. "What if my concert in Washington were a benefit concert," My dad turned. "You know, for other kids with brain tumours."

My dad smiled, "that sounds like a great idea Miley." He told me, smiling again and then turning back to the stove.

Happy with myself, I grabbed Oliver and ran up to my room to pack – as the weekend was approaching soon. We sat in my Hannah Closet picking out clothes silently, occasionally looking up at each other, and folding the outfits into a large suitcase that I'd put in the middle of the room. When we were done, Oliver sighed, and looked up at me with a smile.

"I guess I should be getting home," he told me in half a whisper. "Get to packing myself."

I nodded, getting up from my seat on the floor and following Oliver through the door and downstairs where he went out to the porch and walked to his house via the beach. I watched him leave before going back into the house and sitting back down on the couch. It was late outside, and I was tired but for some reason I couldn't fall asleep. I wondered how Lily was doing in the hospital, whether she was doing okay or there was another emergency that would stop her from coming home when she was supposed to.

"Miley?" I heard my dad from the kitchen, where he had been washing the dishes, "Do you know how late it is?" I shrugged, turned around to face my dad, and watched as he looked at him watch. "Past midnight," I shrugged again, and turned around so that I wasn't facing my dad anymore, but I could feel my dad come over and sit down on the chair next to me. "Why aren't you sleeping?" He asked me, seriously.

I turned to look at him again, "Because Lily's in the hospital." I told him, leaning my head on the arm rest.

"Nothing's going to change if you fall asleep," My dad told me, taking a sip from the coffee in his hand. He pressed his forehead against mine, "I promise."

I nodded my head, taking my forehead away and grabbing a pillow to hug. "Can I go with you tomorrow?" I asked, after a little bit of silence, "When you go and pick Lily up?"

My dad thought about it first, especially because the pick up was during school hours, but I got him to nod. "Of course," My dad whispered, placing a blanket on top of me, "you can come, but only if you get to sleep right now." I nodded, now, for some reason, I was getting sleepier.

Dad kissed me on the forehead, and got up from his chair, "Good night Miley," he whispered before he left the room. I whispered good night back sleepily, snuggling under my covers a little more, and eventually falling asleep.

Next I knew I was being woken up by Oliver, who was trying his hardest to torture me, like I torture him.

"What," I asked Oliver when he'd poked me. "What do you want?"

Oliver laughed, and sat down on the couch where I had cleared my legs. "You have to wake up," Oliver told me. "We're just about to drive to the hospital to pick up Lily."

Immediately, I stood up from the couch, picking the covers up with me and wrapping them around myself. "How many minutes do I have to get dressed?" I asked Oliver, who was still sitting down.

Oliver looked at his watch, and then at the clock in the kitchen, "ten minutes." He told me, as I started to rush up from the couch and run up the stairs.

From behind me I could hear Oliver and my dad laughing, but I was in too much of a hurry to pay attention. When I got up to my room, I rushed into my closet – picked up a pair of jeans, shirt and a sweatshirt and then came back downstairs again where I found my dad and Oliver talking in the kitchen. Immediately, as they saw me, the three of us walked out of the door, leaving a note for Jackson, and getting into the car to drive.

Unlike usual, the car ride to the hospital seemed to take seconds for me, instead of hours. I hardly noticed any of the scenery around me through Malibu and Santa Monica, too distracted by the loud music coming from the radio and Oliver talking to my right. And, when we did get to the hospital, I hardly stalled before getting out of the car and racing Oliver to the front desk.

"Good morning Oliver and Miley," the nurse at the front desk smiled at us. I recognized her as Lily's day nurse. "How are you this morning? Lily's coming home, I bet you're excited."

"Super excited," I told the nurse, leaning on the desk to wait for my dad. "How is she?"

Oliver looked over, eager to know the answer as well. "Lily's doing wonderfully," the nurse told us enthusiastically. "Still a little under the weather, but I think she's definitely ready to come home."

"Great," My dad said, coming behind us and wrapping his arms around our shoulders. "Now where can we find Lily?"

The nurse smiled, "Down this hallway," she pointed. "Room 127, and then you can check her out right here when you're ready."

My dad thanked the nurse, and we walked down the hallway together until we reached Lily's room. Like always, I took a deep breath in before I walked in and looked at Lily in the bed. She was sitting up reading a magazine, which was better than usual. Lily's hat was off revealing her completely bald head and the only tube attached to her was for medicine, and it was going through one nostril of her nose, held in place with one piece of tape, exactly the same as when we'd seen her the first night. Lily smiled as she watched us walk through the door, and threw her magazine on the table next to her.

"You guys took forever!" Was the first thing out of Lily's mouth as Oliver and I sat down on her bed, "I've been up since 5 this morning – because well, me and my nurse Betsy decided that we should celebrate, and … and we went down to the cafeteria and cake, and juice and yum. And I was really excited, you were coming and I was coming home and I can sleep in my own bed…"

"Alright, alright," Oliver and my dad said at the same time, "I think we get it Lily."

Lily laughed and got up from her bed, "Can we go now then?"

My dad nodded, picking Lily's overnight bag off of the floor in the corner of the room and walked out with the three of us behind him.

A/N: So SO SOO SOOO sorry that I haven't updated in almost forever! I'm, like, the worst person ever. I've been skating almost 4 times a day lately in preperation for a Christmas show I'm doing in a couple of weeks, and I've been LOADED in school work. Plus, it doesn't help that my bedroom window is right in front of the beach - so for half of the day, I'm looking at the Australian kids having fun outside in the fun! Anyway, I don't think any of those should count as excuses!
I'll post more often now! I promise promise promise... just one more month of homeschooling and I don't have to do it anymore - then I'm completely free to post 14 times a week.. (alright, so that might not happen.) But, there is DEFINATELY more to come.
-Rosie