Hey guys! I'm super sorry that I haven't updated in forever! I feel really bad about it, so I tried to make this a long update. Can't wait to hear your reactions!
-Rosie

My Dad then led me through the halls of the floor, making sure to comfort me the best way he could. I knew at that point he knew something I didn't, and I was worried about what I was going to find once we entered Lily's room. At the door, my dad stopped me and put his hands on my shoulders so that I was facing him.

"Remember," he told me in a whisper. "Lily's going to be pretty banged up. If you feel uncomfortable in there they I want you to tell me, okay?"

I nodded, and my dad tried to look me in the eyes before he let go of me. I continued to look down at the floor instead, and nodded again. I just wanted him to open the door so that I could see my best friend. I hoped that Lily would be up and sitting in her bed reading a magazine, but I knew that wasn't going to happen. I closed my eyes as my dad opened the door, praying silently. I felt my dad lead me to Lily's bed and ask me to open my eyes, but I just couldn't do it. My dad sat me down on the bed, and still with my eyes closed, I could hear the beeping of Lily's heart monitor and the uneven breathing for the life support. I told myself to open my eyes, and I did, one at a time. First I opened my right eye, farthest from Lily's face so that wouldn't have to be what I saw first. With that eye open I could see Lily's legs wrapped up in tons of gauze and medical tape. There was blood forming underneath the bandages that you could see seeping through, making the gauze red. At that moment I was afraid of what I would see when I opened my other eye, afraid that the injuries done to her head were far worse. But I knew I would have to eventually, otherwise later on I would be too afraid to try again. I opened my other eye, and gasped at the sight. There were several deep gashes on Lily's forehead that weren't covered, and one across her baldhead. The one across her head was the only gash covered, but behind the gauze, little pieces of the wound were visible. Lily's eye was covered with a large wad of tissue and even more medical tape – you could see a deep purple, blue and green bruise forming underneath that expanded to the other side of her forehead. She was sound asleep, a blue and clear tube going through her half open mouth and down her throat to help her breath, taped to the side of her cheek so it couldn't be pulled out easily. The feeding tube, which fed Lily nutrients and medicine, was still up her nose and taped right along side the life support. Lily's entire left forearm was bandaged with multiple layers of gauze, and I noticed that her two first fingers were turning purple. There were three IV's in the other arm, two to the fold of her arm, and one to the hand. On the left hand four of her fingers were turning purple, and it was creeping up her wrist. There were several tiny cuts, caused by the glass window that was shattered in the accident, and an even deeper bruise than the one of Lily's forehead covering her elbow. I sucked in my breath, wishing that my tears would go away, but some had already escaped. I closed my eyes and lay my head down on the bed near Lily's arm, and finally let everything fall. I lay there sobbing, completely forgetting that my dad was even there in the room with me until I felt his arm around me.

"Is she going to be alright?" I asked him, as loud as my voice would go, "Is Lily going to be alright?"

My eyes were still closed but I could feel my dad's look. It was sympathetic and worried, and I knew he wasn't going to tell me the whole truth, the bad news.

He sighed, "We'll see in time." Dad told me, making me cry even harder onto the bed. My dad placed his hand on my shoulder again, "Why don't we go up and see Oliver."

All of a sudden I shot up, and gave my dad a look. I was angry with him for suggesting that I leave Lily. But I also realized that Oliver probably needed someone as well, he was going through the same thing at the moment.

I nodded my head slowly, and allowed my dad to pick me up from the bed. He took me into his arms, pulling the IV stand with him and me, wheeling it through the door and up the hallway. I was weak from crying, and continued crying despite the fact that I didn't think I had any tears left. I didn't even realize that we'd entered Oliver's room when we had, because I was so out of it. My dad placed me on the bed next to Oliver's, which I noticed the doctors had moved my get well cards and blanket to. I welcomed the head, barely saying hello to Oliver and almost immediately fell asleep without realizing it. Sleep was so comforting that I didn't want to be woken up, it was my way out of reality and I liked acting as if nothing had happened and imagining myself and Lily back in Malibu. I was very upset when a doctor came to wake me up just so he could stick another thermometer in my mouth; it wasn't like I needed my temperature checked every hour. But even after the doctor left I couldn't fall back asleep again. I was an annoying human trait that once you're awake for more than five minutes then you can't go back to sleep.

So instead of trying, I turned over on my side and looked over at Oliver, "How are you doing?" I asked quietly, knowing fully well that he wasn't actually sleeping.

Oliver groaned and turned over on his side so that we were facing each other, "I'm a little sore, but that's what the morphine's for." I laughed, "I heard you went to go visit Lily, how was she?"

I shook my head, hoping that would be a good enough answer, "Worse than us." I told Oliver, while also trying to think of another question to avoid the conversation, "When do you think they serve food around here?"

Oliver shrugged, "What time is it?"

I smiled, "What is this, the question game?" Oliver shrugged, and turned over on his back, "I don't know." I told Oliver.

Oliver turned around, questioning me with the look on his face. I knew he wondered whether I was talking about the time, but I wasn't. "I don't know how Lily's going to be," I finished, fresh tears falling down my face.

"Oh," Oliver whispered, so that I could barely hear his response. He sat there for a second, staring at the ceiling even though there was nothing interesting about the tiles. "I think she's going to be okay," Oliver sighed, turning over so that his face was opposite mine.

I gave him a small smile, glad that Oliver always saw the silver lining in every situation, but I didn't believe it myself. And I know that that makes me sound like such a bad friend, but at this moment in time I didn't have any hope at all. I knew Lily was lying in her bed, barely breathing and probably in pain. As much as I hated to admit it, this was Lily's way out. Her way out of more cancer treatments that would make her weak and tired until the very end. No more throwing up in the bathroom at three in the morning, and twelve at night. I really thought that this accident may have been faith – that this was the incident in which was supposed to take Lily's life. I didn't like to see my best friend suffer, I had been for a couple of months now and I don't think any of us were prepared to see Lily go through treatments again.

I sighed, like Oliver had before, "Are you going to see Lily?" I asked, avoiding the morbid subject. Oliver shifted in his bed, and shrugged his shoulders.

He sighed, taking a long sip from his water bottle, "I don't think I could handle it." Oliver sat there unable to look at me. He kept looking up at the ceiling, looking back and fourth at the long blue and yellow stripes along the wallpaper on the walls. I knew he wasn't going to say anything else and I wasn't going to force him to. There were different ways of dealing with what was going on, and apparently boys give you silent treatment instead of talking about their feelings.

Soon enough I feel asleep, the room was too quiet and my dad wasn't around, so obviously there was nothing else to do. It was also pretty late at night, actually more like early in the morning. It hadn't been too long since the accident, it had only happened last night, but it felt like so much longer.

When I woke up again it was afternoon, not that that would be surprising, but it turned out that I'd slept all through the day and night, and it was actually the next day. My nurse had been so relieved that I'd fallen asleep that she didn't want to wake me up, even when last night Lily went into respiratory distress. Oliver and I were told that the hospital wasn't expecting Lily to make it through another night. The accident had crushed her chest and punctured her lungs, and ever if she were to wake up the damage to Lily's head would make it so she'd never be the same again.

"This afternoon," My dad explained in a whisper to both Oliver and I. "We're all going to go into Lily's room and say goodbye. Then the doctors are going to take her off of life support."

I nodded my head slowly, tears running down my cheeks so that my eyesight was blurry. My nose was running, and my hands were shaking. My stomach dropped, I felt nauseous, like everything I'd eaten for lunch was going to come back up again. My dad lay me back down on my bed, and tucked me into the covers. I was numb, I felt as if I were watching this from somewhere else.

I watched me, and Oliver go down the long hallways with two nurses pushing our wheelchairs. My dad was by my side, holding my hand, but I was too busy sobbing quietly. When we reached the elevator I was no longer numb, I was fully aware of all the pain I was in.

I reached my other hand over to Oliver's free hand. We held hands until the elevator opened to the next floor, I took a deep breath in, this was it. My dad took over our wheelchairs and excused the nurses so that we were alone. Slowly we made our way towards Lily's room, and my dad stopped both of our chairs near the bed.

We were slightly shorter than the bed, but I could still see Lily from where I was sitting. She was peaceful which was nice, so I held her hand. "I'm always going to remember you," I started. "The way you would make me laugh even when I was down in the dumps, how you would stick by my side no matter what. I loved finally having someone to trust with my secret, I couldn't even do that with any of my friends in Tennessee. You're the best friend I've ever had, and I'm going to miss you." Tears ran down my face, but I smiled as I remembered everything we'd been through together.

"When I met you in the first grade," I heard Oliver say next to me. "I talked to you because you had chocolate milk for lunch and I was jealous. The first thing I said to you was hey, look over there. And I stole your milk. I was felt so guilty that I came to school the next day and gave you a cupcake, and we've been friends ever since. You make me smile Lily, even just when thinking about you. Miley and I are going to have a tough time, but we'll try to celebrate you life instead of mourning it, just like you've always said you wanted."

Oliver didn't cry, or at least not noticeably. My dad rubbed our backs in small circles and tried to soothe us but nothing could help in this situation. I grabbed Lily's hand once more, and squeezed it. It was our time to leave, Lily's parents had gotten here from Vancouver and they had to say goodbye as well. My dad took charge of our wheelchairs again, and slowly brought us out of the room. We were greeted with a hug by Mr. and Mrs. Truscott as soon as we went through the door. There faces were covered with tear stains, and red from crying. My dad hugged both and whispered some reassuring words, and then Oliver and I were wheeled to the elevators.

Everyone was quiet as we went up to our floor, there were a few small sobs but we were all too spaced out to realize what was happening. It wasn't until Oliver and I were set back into our beds that Oliver turned to me and reached for my hand. I turned to him and reached out for his, our eyes connected for a few seconds before we both went to wipe away our tears. I took a deep breath in, and turned to look at Oliver again.

"I thought we were going to celebrate her life," I whispered, tears flowing down my face again.

Oliver smiled, "How are we going to do that?" He asked his voice raspy. He continued to avoid eye contact.

"What if we told stories to each other," I suggested. "Memories about Lily, good times we've had together."

Oliver turned over in his bed and lay on his side so that he was facing me once again. He sighed and nodded his head, "My parents got divorced in the third grade, and when Lily found out she came over every day that week." Oliver started, "The first day she came Lily brought a cupcake, strawberry with vanilla icing, which I'd only told her about once since we'd became friends. We sat at my kitchen table and split the cupcake in half so that we could share. Lily made me a strawberry cupcake every special day since then."

I smiled, "Remember when we went to six flags a couple of summers ago? You, Lily and I, and we left my dad to hold onto everything we'd won at the games just so we could go on the log flume. We ran to the ride and went on it three times before we were worn out. Our clothes were soaked through, and our sneakers made squeaking sounds when we walked. Lily suggested we run around in circles until we were dry, and we got so dizzy that we could hardly stand up. You, Lily and I sat on the ground giggling until my dad made us get up. That was the most fun I've ever had in my entire life."

Oliver nodded, "Miley?" He asked, "Do you think Lily could hear us when we talked to her?"

I nodded, "Yeah Oliver, I do."

FIN

hopefully a sequel will be coming soon... depends, do you want one????