A/N: Hey everybody! I like this chapter...well, not the very beginning. But hey. This is going to be a different type of story for me, because there's going to be a bit of one-sided Loliver in it, which I NEVER write.

Disclaimer: MILEY STEWART: Slow down there, ego-boy.

Later that day, Miley's doctor moved her to an x-ray room and injected a dye around her spinal cord for the x-ray. Miley, usually afraid of and sensitive to needles, didn't move at all when the dye was injected because she didn't feel it. Once she realized that she hadn't, she started to cry, wanting to feel her legs again. Oliver stood outside the room, waiting for her to come back out. He could hear her sobs through the slightly open door, and he longed to go in and comfort her.

After her x-ray was over, Miley was rolled back to her room. Again she turned away from everyone in her room and towards the wall. Oliver shooed everyone else out and sat in one of the chairs, humming quietly along with the music from his iPod. Miley turned back over to face him and glared.

"What are you doing? This is my room," she said, eyes narrowed. He nodded.

"I know, Mile. That's why I'm here. You think I'd be in some other person's room that I don't even know?" Her lips turned up for a second.

"No, I guess not. But where's everyone else?" He shrugged.

"I think Lilly's in the cafeteria, your dad is at home getting some rest because he was up all night after the concert, and Jackson is who-knows-where." Miley chuckled at his lame joke.

"You're probably right, at least about Jackson," she said. "But still, why are you here?" He shrugged.

"I thought I told you that yesterday," he said, smiling. He picked up the TV remote and turned it on.

For some reason it was on an entertainment-news station. The first thing they both noticed was a picture of Hannah in the background. The announcer started talking as they sat glued to the screen.

"After falling off a stage last night, Hannah Montana was rushed to an area hospital. As paramedics moved her into an ambulance, something completely unexpected happened. When a paramedic went to lift the gurney, his hand got caught in Hannah's hair, which was caught in the metal stretcher. As he struggled to free it, he accidentally pulled harder than he had to." The announcer stopped talking, and the picture in the background changed to Miley lying on a gurney.

"Apparently, Hannah's long blond hair is just a wig, and Hannah isn't real at all. Instead she is an ordinary girl named Miley Stewart!" Miley yanked the remote out of Oliver's hand and turned off the television, burying her face in her hands. Oliver put his arm around her shoulders.

"Miles, it'll be okay. Everything will work out just fine for you." She looked up and put her hands on top of his on her shoulder.

"Yeah, right. You don't have a secret like I do," she said. He nodded.

"I know. I'd probably feel the same way you do if it were me. But everyone probably would have found out sooner or later. So they found out because you fell off the stage. I'm still here for you, and so's Lilly, and your dad, and even Jackson," he told her. She sighed.

"I know. But I thought I didn't care anymore, and then I find out they do know, and it hits hard. Is there any way to get a guitar into this place?" Miley asked. Oliver nodded, smiling.

"Already thought of it," he said, turning and grabbing something from behind him. As he handed her a pink acoustic guitar, her face lit up with a rare smile. Moving the bed up, she strummed a few notes of "As I Am". Closing her eyes, she let the music wash over her. She didn't sing anything, just played her guitar.

Oliver just sat with her, listening to her play. He put his hand on her knee, knowing she couldn't really feel it, but hoping she could sense it. She opened her eyes and looked at his hand, a smile played along her lips again. On an impulse, Miley leaned toward him. She wanted to kiss him so bad she almost couldn't stand it. Just when their lips were about to meet, a cell phone in the background started playing "The Best of Both Worlds". Miley and Oliver both jumped.

"That's my cell," Miley said sheepishly. She glanced at the caller ID and rolled her eyes.

"Lilly, you know you have the world's worst timing."

"Hello to you too, Grumpy," Lilly deadpanned. Miley giggled.

"You're good at making me laugh. What do you need?"

"Have you seen Jackson? He's gone off to who-knows-where, and your dad's back and looking for him."

"Sorry, haven't seen him. Next time, try to call after I kiss someone."

"Who's there with you? It's not Jake again, is it?"

"Would you stop bringing Jake up? I broke up with him a year ago! No, it's someone much better."

"Dex?"

"No?"

"Rico?"

"Eww, no! Way off the mark there!"

"Who else is there?"

"Keep guessing!"

"I can't guess."

"Fine. Then you won't know. Bye, Lilly!" Click

"Hey! Miley! Miley? Ugh." Lilly closed her cell phone and left the cafeteria. She hurried to the elevator. Pushing the button for Miley's floor, she hopped from foot to foot, trying to burn off some of her pent-up energy from not skateboarding in three days.

When the doors opened on the third floor, Lilly rocketed out. Skidding to a stop in front of Miley's room, she gently pushed open the door. In front of her, two very familiar brown were bent close to each other, lips touching. Lilly's jaw dropped.

"Oliver?" she all but shouted.