A/N: Wow, sorry this took me so long to update! I've had the outline for a while but just haven't gotten around to it...im trying to update every story by the end of vc(: anyways, i decided to do this one in honor of WIDLAY which premiered today(:

Chapter 5

"Hey Oliver," I said, bouncing into his room. I quickly checked his face for any reaction, even though I knew it wouldn't be there.

"So, you'll never guess what happened at school today," I told him, sitting down in one of the chairs and pulling out my homework. "It turns out that Sarah is going with Matt. Yeah, Matt Marshall. Who would have thought of that? Anyways, I found out when I walked into the spare lab room to grab something for Mr. Jones and they were making out in the corner. Let's just say that was awkward."

I started to do my math homework. By now it was three weeks after the accident, and I would come over every day after school and stay until 6 or 7, until my mom made me leave. Every day I came in hoping today would be the day, the day he finally woke up. Every day, I came in to find him as unconscious as ever.

Usually, Mrs. Oken would leave to go get some lunch when I came in, but today she wasn't here. I figured she must have just left early, since I did have to come in late.

I saw her come around the corner a few minutes later, talking with the doctor. I could overhear their conversation:

"So you'd don't know when he'll wake up?" Oliver's mom asked.

"At this point, no. These things are hard to predict. However, we can tell you that he is stable and in no immediate danger," the doctor answered. "Most of the time, the length of the coma is actually left up to the patient. When they want to wake up, they do. But for now all we can do is wait."

"What's going to happened when he does finally wake up?"

"Well, it doesn't look like there is going to be any permanent mental damage. However, it is very possible that he may experience some temporary memory loss. In addition, it's going to take weeks of physical therapy for him to regain his strength, and obviously it'll take a good 4 to 6 more weeks for his leg and arm to heal."

They walked away, onto filling out some paperwork. I tried to process the information. Oliver was choosing not to wake up?

"Come on, Oliver," I said to him, gently shaking his uninjured arm. "Please. You gotta get up, already."

"Let's see, Harry Potter or Twilight?" I asked myself out loud, trying to decide what movie to get.

"If I were you, I would skip both," I heard some guy say behind me. I turned around to find a cute brunette staring back at me. "But that's just my opinion."

"Really?" I asked. "And why are you Mr. Know it all in the field of movies?"

"Well, since I do organize them on a weekly basis, I know the best ones," he answered. "I'm Connor. I volunteer here."

"Such a noble thing to do," I teased. "I know all the patients truly appreciate your organization skills."

"Well, there's not much else you can do around here if you don't have some type of degree," he countered.

"Good point," I agreed. "I'm Lily."

"I've seen you around. Do you have a sibling in or something?" He asked.

"How do you know I'm not a patient?" I rebutted.

"You don't have a hospital bracelet," he pointed out. "And you leave every day."

"Oh. How observant of you," I smiled. "Actually, my best friend's in a coma, so I come around every day to give his mom a break."

"How noble of you," he smiled back. "But I'm sorry. It sucks to know people in here. Do you know if he's going to be ok?"

"I think so," I answered, hoping it was true. "The doctors are just waiting for him to wake up."

"He's one of the lucky ones, then," he replied knowingly, as if he had been in my situation once.

"Yeah, I guess," I agreed. "I better get back though."

"Yeah, yeah," he said. "I'll see you around."

I ended up spending more time with Connor than I ever imagined. He became the one person I could talk to about Oliver. He would sit with me every day for hours, just helping me cope.

"Thanks so much," I said to him one day after he brought me a coffee. "I mean for everything. I don't think I could have made it this far without you."

"No problem. Like I said before, there's not much else to do around here," he joked. "But can I ask you a question?"

"Sure, no prob," I told him.

"Why is it that you're here every day? I know you guys are tight, but I've never seen a friend in here as much as you are," he observed.

"I don't know," I replied, unsure of what I should tell him. "Right before he got in the accident, we kind of got in a fight. I guess it has something to do with the fact that I can't stand to think of the fact that he's still angry at me."

"What was your fight about?" he inquired.

I pondered what to say before finally giving in. All these weeks, I had yet to tell anyone, not even Miley. "There was this rumor going around that Oliver and I were together. Things just got really awkward, and right before I went to go talk to him, my best friend Miley told me that he was in love with me, that he had been for years. Basically, when I talked to him, I kind of said that it was a silly rumor, with no truth to it."

"Ouch," he spat out. "Cruel, Lilly. What did he say?"

"Hey!" I interjected. "I was scared! Anyway, he agreed with me but I could tell that he was lying. So he left, and that's when he got in the accident.." I trailed off, unsure if I should tell him about what happened next.

"And?" he asked. "There's got to be something else."

"I kinda figured out that I feel the same way about him," I admitted reluctantly. "I was at his house when I got the call."

"Wow," he mumbled, shaking his head. "Fate hates you."

"No kidding," I chuckled. "But I don't know why I'm telling you all of this. I mean, I can't even tell Miley, and we've known each other for years."

"Wait…Miley's that other girl, right?" He asked, slightly confused.

"Yeah," I confirmed. "Her, Oliver and I were always best friends…it's just, she wouldn't get it. Her mom died, and never once have I seen her cry about it. Hear I am, falling apart over a guy who thinks I hate him. And, well…she knew. Knew that I liked him and tried to get me to see that but I was too stupid and didn't listen to her until it was too late."

Another month had passed without any signs of waking. By now, Connor and I had become close; I hung out with him almost as much as I did Miley. It was already summer, and when she didn't have to perform, Miley would come keep me company.

"Lilly," she said one day. "You seriously need to get out of here."

"What?" I asked.

"Look, I've wanted to say this for a while, but you're always here. You need to go outside, to enjoy yourself. I'm sure Oliver will understand if you leave his side for a few hours," she reasoned.

"I guess. Where do you want to go?"

"Shopping?" She smiled, and I shook my head. Could I really expect anything else?

"So what's up with you and Connor?" she asked me while she was looking over some clothes.

"What?" I said, almost choking on my water.

"You know, the guy your inseparable from?"

"Nothing!" I exclaimed. "We're friends."

"Sure," she said. "That's totally why you two flirt nonstop."

"What?!" I retorted. "We do not!"

"Lilly," she stopped walking, and looked straight at me. "It's ok if you have feelings for him. It doesn't mean you love Oliver any less. But you need to figure out how you feel, because you have this habit of lying to yourself about guys."

"That's not fair," I retorted. "And I don't have feelings for him. He's just a friend."

"If that's what you want to think."

Connor and I had gone down out to the cafeteria to buy some frozen yogurt one day when we decided to visit the Patient garden. Standing there, it was hard not to feel emotional. Every step was dedicated to one of the patients who had died.

We walked over to one of the benches and sat down. The garden was a sanctuary in the middle of a city, and we could faintly hear cars in the background.

"Look, Lilly," Connor said, turning towards me. "This summer has been amazing and I really like you. But I'm tired of being the friend, the shoulder to cry on. I want more than that."

"What?" I asked, in disbelief of what he had just said. "You want…"

"I want to be with you," he repeated, looking into my eyes.

This couldn't be happening. Not again. I was in love with Oliver, wasn't I?

I stood up. "I…I need some time to think."

Walking out of the garden, I turned around before I exited. I saw him sitting their, staring at one of the stones and shaking his head.

"God, Oliver, what am I supposed to do?" I quietly yelled, pacing up and down his room. "He asked me to be his girlfriend! I mean, I love Connor…but I'm not in love with him, am I?

If he only he would wake up. Then I wouldn't have this problem.

"But…when I'm with him, I'm happy, you know? I've just been upset for so long…"

I stared at his face, serene in the afternoon light. His scars had faded, and he looked like he was sleeping. I swallowed, knowing what I had to do.

"You would want me to be happy, right? I can't be like this anymore…its time to move on," I murmured. I leaned over and quickly kissed the top of his head as I grabbed my stuff.

Stopping at the door, I whispered, "I'm not giving up on you…Just us."

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