A/N: Soooo sorry about not posting any sooner guys! I've been working on this one really hard - and tried my best to make the post long! Enjoy the suspense, by the way!
Oh, and since I'm finally off for the week, consider this a preview of what's to come!
-Rosie
P.S and have a safe and healthy holidays everyone!
P.P.S Thanks for everyone's support throughout this story, it's been great having some good feedback and I'll definately keep writing stories on here.
P.P.P.S For those of you who are reading my new story Scars (if any of you are), I'll be sure to update that sometime during vacation as well!

Lily's POV:

Immediately as Miley, Oliver and I got into the car we started to talk, all at once. The music was blaring from the front, Mr. Stewart was singing along, and I was trying to block the noise.

I thought back to my visit to the hospital, what the doctor and nurse had told me while I was there. Well, actually I wasn't supposed to hear, the doctor had been talking to my parents on the phone and I accidentally overheard.

Apparently, I wasn't responding to the chemotherapy anymore, and they wanted to send me to a hospital in Utah that specialized with my kind of brain tumour. But even if they wanted to send me, and my parents agreed to it, I wouldn't go. I told myself that immediately as I heard the doctors talk to each other. I wanted to be with my friends here in Malibu, even if it meant…

"Are you okay?" Miley asked, bringing me out of my daze. I nodded, noticing that we were home now, "Are you sure?" Miley asked again, being the over protective friend that she's been since I met her.

I nodded my head, "of course." I told Miley with a smile. Miley smiled back, and got out of the car to help her dad with the wheelchair the hospital had assigned to me. Apparently, I'd basically lost my ability to stand on my own.

Mr. Stewart opened the door to my surprise, as I'd gone into another day dream. He was holding my unfolded wheelchair in front of me, and reached into the car so that he could lift me up. "Welcome home Lily," Mr. Stewart told me as we went up the driveway and went into the house. "How are you feeling?"

I looked up, and tried to turn myself around so that I was facing Mr. Stewart, but it didn't work very well. "I'm fine," I told Miley's dad, completely ignoring the pain in both of my legs and stomach. "I'm really glad to be home, in my own bed for once."

Mr. Stewart smiled, and wheeled me into the living room with Oliver and Miley behind me. Mr. Stewart lifted me up again and put me onto the couch so that we could all wrap up in blankets and watch movies all afternoon. And despite the fact that Miley and Oliver had school tomorrow, the three of us stayed up until 12:30 eating M&M's and popcorn and watching almost every movie the Stewarts had.

Then the sugar rush kept us up for the rest of the night, in the guest room since we couldn't get me up the stairs, and the three of us played card games on the floor – the big bowl of M&M's still next to us.

"Go Fish," I told Oliver, who was half asleep with his cards nearly down to the floor so that Miley and I could see them. When Oliver didn't respond, I waved my hand in front of his face, "Oliver?"

I looked at Miley, who shrugged, "Guess he couldn't stay awake any longer." Miley told me as she got up from her sitting position and stood up next to Oliver. "Hmm," Miley whispered, "I would get you to help me put him in the bed, but of course." I nodded, "Hold on, I'll go get the mattress from the cabinet."

I nodded again, scooting myself closer to Oliver as he began to snore. I laughed softly, and waited for Miley and come back so that I could get to sleep myself. But Miley was taking a long time to get back, at least in my books, and so I attempted to get myself up onto the bed. I tried numerous times, but each try my fall would get worse and I started to get weaker.

"Lily?" Someone whispered from inside the room. I looked around, and found no one but Oliver still sitting on the floor. I jumped as Oliver got up from the floor and came to my side, "You shouldn't be doing that on your own." Oliver whispered to me as he pulled me up on top of the bed, "You could really hurt yourself."

I shrugged, frustrated with the fact that I couldn't do anything on my own. I pulled myself to the other side of the bed and turned over on my side so that I was no longer facing Oliver. But instead of walking away like most people would, I felt Oliver get onto the bed with me and scoot next to me. I felt his hand on my bare arm, and him turning me around again so that I faced him. Oliver smiled, lying down and holding me in place so I didn't try to turn around.

"Are you okay Lily?" Oliver asked me in a whisper, "Because if you aren't I could get Mr. Stewart and we won't have to go to Washington this weekend."

I nodded, "I'm fine Oliver." I whispered back, "Just a little aggravated is all."

Oliver sighed and sat up on his elbow, "Do you want to talk about it?"

I shook my head, and Oliver said nothing else. He merely smiled and sat his head back down on the pillow. I started to speak again, to tell Oliver what was on my mind, but I couldn't bring up the courage. "Do you think I should go to Utah?" I asked Oliver, who knew nothing about the situation.

Oliver looked at me, and smiled, "What's in Utah Lily?" He asked, getting up on his elbows again. When I didn't respond Oliver asked again, "Lily? Is everything alright?"

I shrugged my shoulders, struggling to pick myself upright. "Utah," I sighed to Oliver, "In Utah there's a huge medical facility that Dr. Chow suggested." Oliver continued to listen, waiting for me to explain. I looked down at the quilt on the bed, and whispered the last sentence, "I'm not responding to treatment anymore, and this place specializes in my kind of brain tumour."

When I finished Oliver sat up next to me, and placed his hand on my shoulder, "What do you want to do?" Oliver asked me.

I shrugged my shoulders again, lying back down on the pillow and turning around to face the wall, I slowly mumbled, "I don't want to go."

I heard Oliver sigh, get off of the bed and go into the kitchen, while Miley walked in with the mattress. I pretended to sleep to get out of conversation, and listened to Oliver and Miley talk about me in whispers until I actually fell asleep for real.

"Did you know that Lily isn't responding to treatment anymore?" I heard Oliver ask Miley.

Miley sighed, and I could feel the end of the bed sink as she sat down, "I didn't." Miley told him, "But, I mean, we all knew it was going to happen."

When Oliver didn't say anything I couldn't believe it, this whole family knew about what my doctor was saying about me behind my back. 'But I didn't want it to happen this soon," Oliver said eventually. "Lily only just started chemotherapy a couple of months ago."

"I know," Miley whispered, shifting her position so that she was looking at me. "Dad said he'd bring Lily to Utah, but she keeps on refusing to go."

"Utah's so far away," Oliver said back, getting up from the bed. "I don't think Lily wants to be that far from home, and without us."

Miley got up from the bed as well, and I heard the mattress being moved around the floor. "But it would be what's best for her," Miley retorted when they'd finished moving the bed. "I want Lily to be around for the 10th grade, it wouldn't be the same without her."

After that, I basically tuned out on their conversation and found myself falling asleep. My stomach was in knots trying to figure out whether I would continue with chemo in Utah or not, and I had a lot of nightmares throughout the night which woke me up numerous times.

By the time Mr. Stewart and Jackson came to wake us up I was exhausted and could hardly even open my eyes. Oliver and Miley, on the other hand, were perky and ready to get to school even though, they had also stayed up all night. I gave each a weak goodbye before they went off, and went back to sleep almost immediately.

When I was woken up again, Miley and Oliver were back from school and, from the sounds of it, at the kitchen counter. I slowly got myself off of the bed, creating a loud thump that caused everyone to come running – which I hadn't meant to happen.

"Sorry guys," I smiled, still sleepy. "I was going to come into the kitchen myself, but I guess it didn't work."

"That's alright Lily," Mr. Stewart laughed, grabbing me from the floor and picking me up into his arms. "Are you okay? It sounded like a big fall."

I nodded my head, ignoring the pain in my legs, arms and head and allowing Mr. Stewart and Jackson bring me into the kitchen. As I was placed on the kitchen stool my head fell into my arms when I realized the time, and noticed how dark it was outside. I groaned, trying to get off of the stool I was sitting on, but my legs collapsed underneath me, and I fell down to the floor. Everyone rushed to me in a second, with 'are you okay's' and 'Does anything hurt'. I shook my head again, and tried to get up by myself again, but as soon as I tried Jackson and Mr. Stewart were by my side lifting me up. They then walked me to the couch where I was covered with a blanket and instantly fell asleep again.

Next I knew, I was being woken up by Mr. Stewart. "Lily?" He whispered, shaking my shoulder a little bit, I groaned. "We've got to go pick Oliver and Miley up from school, are you all packed for Seattle?"

I turned around to face Mr. Stewart and nodded my head, "When's our flight?" I asked him, sleepily.

Mr. Stewart looked at his watch and then back at me, "We've got to get to the airport in two hours." He told me, getting up from his spot on the floor and walking towards the door. "Do you think you'll be ready?"

I waved my hand as if to say yes, and heard Mr. Stewart open and close the door and start the engine to leave for the school. Meanwhile, I sat up on the couch, surveying myself – in my flannel pajamas and loose tank top. I lowered myself down to the floor and tried to scoot myself across the floor until I got to my bedroom, which Mr. Stewart had moved all of my clothes into when he figured out I couldn't use the stairs. When I got there, it was quite a bit later, and I could hear Miley and Oliver walking through the door.

"Sweet Nibblits," I heard Mr. Stewart say when he walked in, "Where has that girl gone now?"

I almost yelled to say I was in my room, but the scoot across the living room and kitchen floor tired me out and I could get my voice to work. Instead I reached for the alarm clock that was lying on the bedside table, and blasted the first radio station that I could find.

Almost immediately Oliver came into the room, followed by Miley, "Are you okay?" Was the first thing out of both of their mouths. And boy was I getting sick of that question.
I nodded my head and weakly told Miley and Oliver what I was trying to do. "I want to pack the rest of my clothes," I told Oliver, who proceeded to get a suitcase from my closet. "We leave for Seattle in a couple of hours, and I haven't finished packing yet."

Miley laughed, getting me up on the bed, and helped Oliver – who was struggling to get the suitcase from all of the junk, grab the bag and then pack it as I told them what I wanted.

"Well," Miley sighed as she sat down on the bed next to me. "I guess me and Oliver should get packing too."

I laughed, and nodded my head, "Have fun." I told them, "And thanks for helping me pack mine."

Miley and Oliver smiled, and got up, walking towards the door and into their own rooms. I smiled, and lowered myself on the floor again. I took the handle of my suitcase, and dragged it to the floor so that the suitcase was on its wheels, and I could bring it into the living room myself. But when Mr. Stewart saw me doing that, he insisted that he helped. This was another thing I was starting to get annoyed about – everyone babying me. I was about to protest when I was scooped into Jackson's arms and brought to the couch. I had to watch Mr. Stewart take my suitcase and have no strength to help, no matter how much I wanted to.

Finally, It was time to get to the airport. I was loaded into the car by Jackson, and Miley and Oliver got in after that. It wasn't a very long drive to LAX from the house – which was good, because then it gave Mr. Stewart less time to blast his oldies music. At drop off Mr. Stewart let Miley, Oliver and I out of the car and with the baggage. I sat on top of the trolley that held the luggage, while Miley and Oliver wheeled us inside to wait for Miley's dad. The three of us sat on a bench across from the large desk that passengers check into, and listened to our iPods until we felt a light tap on our shoulders.

"Are you all ready to go?" Mr. Stewart asked when we turned around to face him. We nodded, and Mr. Stewart took the handlebars of the trolley I was sitting on with the luggage, and wheeled us towards the desk that we'd been sitting in front of. "Then let's go to Seattle," Mr. Stewart whispered as he handed the online tickets to the lady behind the desk.

Miley, Oliver and I looked at each other in excitement, and we waited for Mr. Stewart to be done.

Twenty minutes later, we were at baggage check in, and I had to get off of the trolley. From there, I spent the rest of the time on Mr. Stewarts back.

"Lily," Mr. Stewart laughed as I got onto his back. "You're as light as a feather."

I shrugged, yawning as I remembered how tired I was from lack of sleep last night. "Hmm," I mumbled in response, as I closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep. In the distance, I could hear Oliver and Miley talking about plans for when we landed in Seattle. Miley would have to get ready for her concert almost as soon as we landed, but then afterwards Oliver was insisting that we go to the Hard Rock Café.

In my mind, I asked myself whether or not there was a Hard Rock Café in Seattle or not, but I was too tired to say anything.

Next I knew Miley and Oliver were standing above me. I looked around and noticed I was sitting on one of the cushioned chairs they provided in the first class lounge, and a warm woollen blanket was covering my body. I was cold, I could feel it now – I was shivering I couldn't do anything to stop them.

"It's almost time to board," Miley told me, taking my hands and lifting me up from my lying position. I groaned, "Oh come on Lily." Miley laughed, "You can sleep on the plane."

Oliver laughed as well, "You know." Oliver told me, sitting down on the seat, "You've been asleep for almost three hours now."

I looked up at Mr. Stewart, holding my blanket close to me. "Is that true?" I asked, "I'm sorry I fell asleep, you didn't have to carry me on your back too long, did you?"

Mr. Stewart shook his head, half listening to the announcements over the loud speaker. "Don't worry about it Lily," Mr. Stewart shrugged, "You're so light, I hardly remember carrying you." I smiled, and Mr. Stewart picked me up again as he heard that the first class passengers were allowed to board. I was excited, this being my first time on first class but still sleepy at the same time. Almost the instant I was put down on my seat, I fell asleep into the soft cushion and hid underneath the warmth of the blanket. Oliver, who was sitting next to me, put my seat down to fully horizontal position, surprising me as I had had my eyes closed at the time. I opened them for a brief second, gave Oliver a smile, and fell back to sleep once again.

For the millionth time that day, I was woken up by another disruption. A flight attendant was standing next to Oliver and I, pushing a big tray full of good smelling foods. But I couldn't muster up enough energy to even tell the flight attendant what I wanted. In the end, Oliver ended up getting me one of the snacks, and a soda – but I just fell asleep on the table it was placed on, only remembering I had gotten it once we had landed in Seattle and I was violently waken by Miley.

The weather outside was horrible. With hail and heavy rain I wasn't sure how Mr. Stewart was going to get us to our hotel. But without doubt Mr. Stewart rented a car, and we made it outside to the lot where our rental was held. The four of us jumped into the car, in hopes of not getting wet, and set out on our way.

Halfway down the highway I started to get this bad feeling that I couldn't shake off. It wasn't car sickness, because I wasn't nauseous or light headed, but it was more like I knew something bad was going to happen.

Suddenly, I heard Oliver, who was in the front seat, scream. Never having heard him scream so high, I turned my head around quickly, and watched as Mr. Stewart and Oliver's faces lit up as headlights came towards us. As if in slow motion I watched the car come closer, and heard my own scream along with Mr. Stewart's and Miley's. Oliver's body went forward, as Mr. Stewart swerved the car, but now the crash was on my side. I screamed once more, watching as Oliver and Mr. Stewart's faces disappeared into the airbags. Before I blacked out, I heard Miley hit Oliver's seat, and the window smash – a long beep as if from a horn, and distant sirens.