Hey Guys! Sorry Sorry Sorry about not posting lately! My cousin Jen just got engaged while we were in Paris together over the holiday and we all flew back to LA to hang out with the rest of my family and to celebrate! So again, sorry about not posting - I'll be back in Australia on Thursday, and will definitely post on Friday!
Hope this chapter isn't too boring! -Rosie

Miley's POV:

As I heard the sirens come closer I struggled to open my eyes. My vision was blurry at first, but I could clearly make out that Lily was definitely not okay. Not only had the impact caused Lily to hit the seat in front of her, but the glass that shattered had drawn deep cuts into Lily's unconscious body. Barely listening to my dad's reassurance from the front of the car, I leaned toward Lily's side and tried to wake her up.

"Lily," I whispered, tears now running down my face. "Come on, you have to wake up, please be okay Lily. You can't do this – not now." I shook Lily's arm, but it only made her body move forward. I cried harder, finding it harder to stay awake now that black was starting to surround my thoughts again.

I woke up again to find myself on a gurney heading for the emergency room entrance. Beside me Oliver and My dad were being brought in by wheelchairs, as their injuries were not as bad. Unfortunately, I couldn't see Lily anywhere, no matter how much I tried to look at my surroundings and find her. As the nurses held me down, apparently the IV's were starting to come out from my struggle, I looked over at my dad and he smiled at me sadly.

Thankfully, my dad looked okay – other than a few cuts and bruises here and there. When I looked further to the left, I noticed that Oliver as well, was okay with the exception of a huge cast on his hand. I sighed in relief for a brief second as the nurse and doctor wheeled me into a large white room. It was then that I remembered – Lily had been in the accident as well, and I hadn't seen her for a while. I turned my head fast to look over at my dad, who was sitting at my bedside holding my hand. I was about to ask what happened to Lily, when a doctor interrupted, and my dad's thoughts were now on what the doctor was saying. I hadn't listened, but judging on the brave face my dad put on for me, it didn't look good. My dad sighed, and got up from his chair, going outside and down the hallway. I'd guessed that my dad had gone for coffee in the cafeteria, but when he came back into the room with Oliver on a gurney and a doctor, I knew it wasn't good.

My dad sighed again, and sat on the end of Oliver's bed, which Oliver was being transferred onto from the gurney. As soon as the doctor was done with that, and had left the room, my dad started. "I'm so glad you guys are okay," My dad said, taking each one of our hands and holding them in his. "This is the scariest night of my life, and it's not even over yet," he closed his eyes to hold back tears, and squeezed our hands. "You may be wondering what happened to Lily." I nodded, looking over at Oliver for the first time since he entered the room, "Lily's in surgery – the accident caused blood to flow into her brain and they're trying to relieve the pressure. She's broken three of her ribs, and one punctured her lung, so it's getting harder for her breathe."

I stared at the ceiling taking this all in, "So what's going to happen?" I asked my dad, refusing to look him in the eyes. "Is Lily going to be alright?"

Dad smiled again, and looked down at the floor. He didn't answer my question, ignoring it so that he could pretend that everything was fine. So I didn't bother to ask again, and instead slouched back into my bed and stared at the ceiling again until a nurse came in and gave Oliver and I a shot that would make us fall asleep.

When I woke up again, the room was dark because the shades had been brought down, and my dad was nowhere in the room. I could hear Oliver breathing, so I knew he was still here, but everything else in the hospital seemed calm. After finding out that I was no longer attached to anything such as an IV or heart monitor, I got up from my bed – even though I knew it was probably breaking the hospital rules. I walked into the hallway, passing some nurses and doctors that were too busy with their work to see that I'd gotten out of bed and walked straight up to the front desk where I asked which room Lily was in. The nurse had looked at me with a questioning face, but told me that Lily was in the recovery room on the second floor.

I quickly walked to the elevator, and pushed the button with much impatience until the doors closed shut and I was finally going down to the second floor. Just before the doors opened for me, I took a deep breath, preparing myself for what I was about to see; what I already knew what going to be bad. When the doors opened, I walked out and came face to face with my dad.

"The nurse said you'd asked where Lily was," My dad told me with a smirk on his face. "But are you really prepared for it?"