A.N. I'm listening to Chapstick and Chapped Lips and Things like Chemistry by Relient K. GO LOOK IT UP! But read this chapter first :D

Disclaimer: I don't own Hannah Montana. If I did I would be moping about the room saying "Why, oh, why did I hire Miley Cyrus?"

The Sound of a Breaking Heart

The next few hours were like a blur to Lilly. All she knew was that when she woke up she was on the floor surrounded by nurses with flowing tears and sullen faces and her throat hurt like Hell.

"Where's Oliver? Where's my boyfriend?" Lilly practically screamed in a horse and cracked voice. She could feel her whole body trembling and she gripped the bed sheets until her knuckles were white. He wasn't dead. He just couldn't be dead.

"Miss Truscott, we've called your mother and she'll be here in an hour tops. She said to tell yo-"

"I DON'T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT MY MOTHER! WHERE IS MY BOYFRIEND?" shrieked Lilly with all of her pent up anger and depression. The doctor jumped back but soon resumed his business formality.

"Mr. Oken was badly injured. He is still very much alive but he's in a coma and we…well, the nurses and I aren't sure if he'll wake up." The doctor told Lilly calmly as anything. Lilly's breath hitched and she stared at the wall in front of her. Oliver wasn't going to wake up. He had cancer and yet he was in the hospital because of a coma. There was a clearing of throat and the doctor spoke again. "Miss Truscott, I know this is difficult for you right now but we need to know everything you know about Mr. Oken."

"Cancer" Lilly managed to croak, barely moving her eyes toward the doctor. The nurse next to her scribbled down what Lilly had just said.

"Yes, we have been informed about Mr. Oken's brain cancer. Is there anything else about him we need to know?" Lilly's brain was frozen but her mouth seemed to still work.

"He has diabetes and asthma. He's a surfer and he is allergic to grapefruits." Lilly told them in monotone while the nurse scribbled away on her dumb little board.

"Thank you, Miss Truscott. We'll leave you be with your grief now. You can go in and see him any time." The doctor told her with a look of pity and a pat on the shoulder. The nurses and doctor left the room and left her alone which was the last thing Lilly actually wanted. Why would anyone in their right mind want to be left alone when they practically lost someone they loved for possibly forever? Lilly flopped back into her white hospital bed and looked at the IV in her arms. What medication were they giving her? Was it supposed to do something? Because Lilly didn't feel different in the slightest. Sighing Lilly lay back onto her pillow and closed her eyes but didn't fall asleep. A few moments later (although it felt like hours) the door clicked open and she heard her mom's voice whisper something to the doctor.

"I'm not sleeping", Lilly said with her eyes still closed. "You don't have to whisper."

"Oh, Lilly, I'm so sorry for what happened!" announced Heather Truscott as she ran to her daughter and enveloped her in her arms. Lilly stayed stick straight and made no move to return the favor. So maybe she was being a bit of a bitch since her mom was just being nice but still, she didn't like being touched right now. After a while with no response from her daughter Heather let go of her daughter, who seemed to be in a daze of sorts, gave a watery smile, and left. Lilly was now alone in a room filled with florescent lights and white. Lots. Of. White. All this white was kind of creeping her out thinking about how out of place it seemed in a place like a hospital. Over and over Lilly imagined blood splattered across the face of the wall. A deep red, shiny, and dripping down the wall and clashing to the perfect white; he thought took over her mind and paralyzed her body.

If you asked how she fell asleep during this trying time Lilly couldn't tell you because she didn't even recall ever closing her eyes. Although Lilly knew she must've fallen asleep at sometime because the next thing she knew her eyes were opening and there were people in her room again. A few faces were recognizable like Miley's, Amber's, and Ashley's but, then again, a few weren't. She supposed that she probably knew them at some point in her life but, then again, maybe not.

"I want Oliver." Lilly said aloud and all heads snapped towards her. A deep blush took over her face and she looked down. Why that had come out of her mouth, she didn't know. Perhaps her mouth had decided to act on it's own for a moment while she was still waking up and say what was really on her mind for once in her life. Whatever it was it didn't matter because two nurses she had never seen before ran up to her and began unhooking her arms from their needles and bags. She had never seen anyone more eager to have her leave the room then those nurses.

Before long Lilly was shuffled off into the hallway and given directions to where her boyfriend was. She raced down the hallways taking lefts and rights and elevator after elevator after freaking elevator. Why were there like seven hundred elevators before you got to the third floor anyway? Finally arriving on the third floor Lilly set off running towards the end of the hall to Oliver's room. Her feet loudly clapped on the white tile floor but she was sure that her heart was making more noise then her feet. Every step closer to his room she felt her heart swell, pound, and contract harder then it had ever done before. By the time Lilly arrived in front of Oliver's room she had to lean against the door frame and take a breather so it wouldn't explode.

With a deep breath Lilly grabbed the stainless steel door knob and twisted, pushing the door wide open. When Lilly walked slowly over to the bed the nurse looked up and glared at her for a moment before backing away from Oliver so she could see his face. Her breath hitched when she saw her boyfriend laying on the bed in a coma. He seriously could have just been sleeping. Oliver's straightened brunette hair hung lazily in his closed eyes. His hands were positioned one above his head and one hidden underneath the covers as if he had just been restless in sleeping. The only real difference to Oliver at all was a small cut on his left cheek that had already been cleaned and taken care of. Lilly reached out to touch his face and push the hair from his face when a hand slapped her away.

Lilly looked up, shocked, only to see a smug looking nurse angrily glaring at her. She have the nurse a look that basically said "What the fuck?" but the nurse just smirked and went back to her clipboard. Without looking back up at Lilly the nurse said aloud,

"Sorry, reflex." Now it was Lilly's turn to glare as the nurse put her hand purposely on Oliver's cheek and gently kissed his forehead with a smirk up at Lilly. Now Lilly was livid and made no effort to hide it.

"What the fuck?" She said, out loud now. The nurse looked at her like she was a small child which made Lilly even madder. The nurse couldn't have been more then twenty-two years of age and she was treating Lilly like she was seven. Her name tag read the name "Amanda" and sat on top of her perky, full breasts. Amanda flipped her long red hair and smiled the most annoyingly un-kind smile Lilly had ever seen.

"It's the best way to take temperature, honey. Oh and please don't speak that way or I'll have to ask you to leave. I don't appreciate swearing." Amanda's surgery sweet voice said with a slight amount of hope that she would be the one to kick out Oliver's girlfriend.

"And I don't appreciate you using yourself as my boyfriend's human thermometer. You're in a hospital, I think you'll find some nicer and more accurate utensils, don't you agree? Or shall I ask the front desk if this is actually standard procedure?" retorted Lilly with her arms crossed across her chest. The red-head sputtered and huffed before she quickly scurried away leaving Lilly and Oliver completely alone. Lilly took this as the perfect opportunity to lean down and softly kissed her boyfriend on his warm inviting lips. Although she knew he wouldn't be able to kiss back Lilly still felt something inside her heart die when he didn't respond. Some part of her was hoping for a Sleeping Beauty story until this moment.

With a sigh Lilly stood up straight once again and looked at her boyfriend once again. I already miss him, Lilly thought to herself as she felt a sob rise into her throat. She swallowed it back down and headed back to the door to exit the room. With one last look back at Oliver, Lilly closed the door and leaned up against it. The whole experience had tired her out and it didn't make her feel any better when she saw Miss I'm-Oh-So-Amazing Amanda heading back towards the door to Oliver's room. With a smirk Amanda pushed back into Oliver's room and locked the door firmly behind her. Lilly scoffed at the pure childishness of the nurse and made a mental note to get online and see if she could find the standards doctors had for hiring nurses before walking to the check-out desk and, well, checking-out.

Miley had taken Lilly home in a gesture of kindness but, truthfully, Lilly would have rather gotten a cab. The entire car ride was like one of those cheesy TV shows where the couples go "I love you more." "No, I love you more!" while paying no attention to the person, say, sitting in the back seat! She knew that Miley was upset about Oliver from the smudges of her eye make-up but it still mad her slightly angry to see Miley so happy. Lilly mentally slapped herself for being so selfish; just because she wasn't happy didn't mean everyone else had to be depressed! As soon as Lilly got home she said goodbye to Miley and bolted inside. Her breath got caught in her throat as she surveyed the damage done to her house. Her mother was going to kill her. Although the house had nothing too major done to it there certainly was a lot of char and water damage done. Their couch was soaked through as was every bit of carpet on the floor. Black speckled the walls that were previously a plain pink and there were muddy footprints tracking all through the house. No longer being able to look at her ruined house, Lilly grabbed her coat and did the first thing that came to her mind: she ran to Oliver's.

It had never occurred to Lilly how, once she got to Oliver's, bad she would feel since he wasn't there. Everything was scrambled in her brain. It was too much, too much for an eighteen year old girl to handle. The tears began rising in Lilly's eyes again as her car pulled into the driveway of Oliver's apartment. She pushed the door open, not caring that the edge scraped another car, and ran up the flights of stairs. Scrambling for the spare key Lilly jammed it into the lock and twisted forcefully. Everything she was doing was exaggerated and forced. Lilly was afraid that, if she stopped, she wouldn't be able to do anything at all. She threw herself onto Oliver's bed and stared at the ceiling. It was almost as if she could feel the life being slowly drained out of her body. The most important thing to her was in a coma and had cancer and she could do absolutely nothing about it.

The whole predicament got her thinking about everything. Everything being the world and life and how no matter what people do other people will fight against it. Nature will fight against progress. Cancer will fight against medicine. Comas will fight against a proper sleep schedule. Hearts will fight against good judgment. And there was nothing anyone could do about it. The world wouldn't stop turning for anyone but her if Oliver died or fell into eternal sleep (which was the same thing really). Lilly grabbed her knees to her chest and curled up into the fetal position.

Six hours later Lilly woke up from her dreamless sleep. This time Lilly knew that it wasn't a dream that had happened to her and she didn't even pretend it. All she could do was move on with her life. Too bad she couldn't even do that because every two seconds she thought about Oliver. Wiping the tears out of her eyes, Lilly stood up and drifted to the kitchen. She was in a daze. To anyone else she probably looked like a zombie. Before long Lilly was seated at the small round table with a box of cereal in one hand and a bowl of milk in the other; it wasn't because she was hungry that Lilly was eating but because it seemed the thing to do in the morning. Too bad that as soon as the first spoonful of cereal touched her lips the contents of Lilly's stomach decided to come up for a visit and ended up splattered across the table. Groaning, Lilly jumped up and ran to the bathroom as she felt more build up in her throat. Quickly tying her hair back Lilly bent over the toilet and gagged up whatever was left in her stomach. By the time she had finished throwing up Lilly felt wasted. Well, even more wasted then before. She leaned up against the cold seat of the toilet and closed her eyes. Little blue sparks were popping in front of her eyeballs even with her eyes closed but at the moment Lilly couldn't care less. Right now she just wanted to rest. It didn't matter to her that she was on a toilet seat. To her there was no difference between the bathroom and the Buckingham Palace. None of her problems would change and she would just have to live with it or die trying.

Okay, okay, I know this is super short. I'm working on posting a full fanfic that I wrote at the moment. I hope you like it! I'm trying my hardest to update quickly. Writer's block freaking sucks. Anyway, I'll get another one out in a week or two. That I PROMISE.