I decided that this will be the last chapter, but I'm adding an epilogue sometime this week, i just dunno when I'll be able to get another update in, so yeah. Thanks everyone for ur reviews, they were so nice. Also, I wish I could tell you if this chapter is sadder or not then the last one, but then you'd know what would happen. Some of you do anyways I'm sure. What do you think? Do you think that he'll live or die? Find out now, and I'll shut up for you. So sorry if it's short, but I wrote it out this time during science, social studies, humanitites, algebra, and language arts.

Seventeen hours after they wheeled Jake away, I slept in a chair in the waiting room, my tear streaked face leaning to my left on Lilly's shoulder. Oliver was to my right. They had come at about four thirty the other night, and since there is no school today, our parents let us stay here overnight under the supervision of Jake's parents, who were sitting right across from us. I'm guessing that I had gotten four hours of sleep. I awoke for the tenth time probably that night, to the sound of creaky wheels going down the hallway. I checked my cell phone. It was seven in the morning.

"You awake too?"

I looked up to see Lilly on my left sitting up.

"Yeah, I couldn't sleep. You scared me," I said.

"Sorry. I need to pee," she said getting up. I got off my butt and followed her to a bathroom.

"Do you think it's good that he's taking so long?" I asked.

"Easier to get it all. Atleast now if if it's taken this long it must be okay," she said. I shrugged.

"I hope so."

"We'd better get back," Lilly said. I nodded. We tried to find our way back to the waiting room, but it was pretty hard, considering it was so big. When we got back everyone was up.

"There you guys are," Oliver said.

"We just went to the bathroom," Lilly said.

"Is anyone hungry?" Jake's mom asked.

"I'm starving," Oliver said.

"I'll go buy chips for everyone at the vending machine," his mom said. I sat back down. She returned with two bags of chips for everyone. I got Dorito's and barbeque chips. I sat in silence, while Lilly and Oliver blasted their MP3's loud enough to hear from where we were. I didn' tknow what to say when we were done, but Oliver stepped in and helped.

"So what are you going to do about Zombie high?" he asked. "While Jake takes a break."

"Well," his dad spoke up. "It's on hiatus for now."

"Oh well than-" I whispered, but got cut off by a nurse running towards in the waiting room.

"We're done with surgery," she announced. We all stood up, or cheered, or jumped, or cheered and jumped. I hugged Jake's parents.

"But that's not all," she added. We immediately got quiet, letting her know to continue.

"We'll have to mark his progression over the next four hours to see if we've been successful."

We let it soak in.

"So he still might not survivie?" I asked.

"I don't know honey," she said.

"When can we see him?" Lilly asked.

"I'll take you to him right now," she said. The nurse turned and took another turn down the I.C. hallway, followed by Jake's dad, Jake's mom, me Lilly, than Oliver. After three hallways we turned into room A041. He was still pale, and had the I.V. in his arm. He was unconcious and his stomach showed no signs of breathing, but the heart tracker said that he was still alive. All the girls gasped, and the boys were silent.

"It can be normal if he's unconcious unless he doesn't show signs of improvement over the next four hours, otherwise it'll be too late," she explained. I nodded and began continuosly shaking. My Jake was so far gone. I prayed silently in my head as I watched Jake lie there completely motionless.

"Hey Jake your favorite show is on," his dad said turning to Zombie High. I held his right hand. His parents had his left.

"And it's your favorite episode. The one with Hannah Montana," his mom said. Jake stayed motionless. After an hour of pretending everything was fine, he still layed unconcious, completely still. His hearttracker beeped away, as it counted his heart beats, continuesly getting faster, his blood pressure, regaining to normal. His pulse could've been higher, but right now I was happy for the thrity nine, because it was thirty nine away from being dead.

The nurse came in to take blood, and I winced for the both of us. We didn't know what else to do but sit and wait for anything else to come.

Another hour rolled by of awkward silence, as the t.v. played the marathon of Zombie High, and curious eyes took curious looks at Jake, who laid, still motionless, yet. The doctor came in and pointed out his progressively shrinking heart rate and pulse. He all let our breathes and heart stop for the slow, stiff moment.

"It still doesn't mean anything. It couldn't until after four hours. Still two more hours left."

Two very slow hours. Just like the two before. His pulse dropped to thirty, and he still lay unconcious. Oliver had me glued to his chest in a hug. I really needed one now, and I tried forcing myself not to look at the heart tracker until the next two hours were up. I slowly felt my tears dry as I relaxed into a new world. Nothing seemed to matter for a moment. I was then forced my eyes open as I nearly jumped out of my chair to a ringing sound, and violent screams. Everyone was rushing, and I saw flashes of red. Oliver was trying to make way for someone, but I couldn't see who.

Jakes parents were crying, and I noticed that the heart tracker was flashing red. When I looked closely I saw that his pulse was at twenty three, and dropping. Doctors came flooding in, kicking us out. Screaming, "Leave!" "Get out!" "Go!" "We need room!" They needed a clear path to Jake.

"No!" I screamed like a little girl, having a death grip on the bed.

"Come on little girl make room!" a doctor shouted. I struggled from about three persons grips on me to get to him until I was finally free for a moment. I got right to his ear and whispered, "I'm Hannah Montana, Jake. We both love you," I said, and kissed him, just as I was flung out of the room at the exact second of someone screaming, "Clear!"

All five of us winced, and blew into hysterics of tears, and Oliver was trying his hardest to get Lilly and I to stop, but couldn't even control his own flow of tears. I was tremblind, and I really needed to know what's going on. We were out there listening to about twenty, "Clears!"'s but I know that it only felt like that, and it was really only around four. The doctor slowly opened the creaky door to reaveal the doctors lined up, I know that I'd never forget this.

The lead doctor stepped forward, and took off his nurse hat. Jake's mom gasped.

"I'm so sorry. We lost him."

End. But the epilogue is coming up sometime this week before the sequal begins. Please R and R.