Chapter 4 - Something

I woke up screaming from a very vivid dream about the attack. I was sweating like crazy, even my hair was slightly wet. I felt like taking a really long bath with a bunch of bubbles.

"Lilly?" Miley jumped up from her chair and grabbed my hand. "Are you okay?"

Concern twinkled in her eyes, that made me smile.

"Yeah, it was just a dream." I assured her, nodding my head to make sure she got it that I was fine. She didn't seem to buy it but the doctor walked in so she sat back down in her chair.

"Good afternoon, Miss Truscott." The doctor greeted while flipping some pages on her clipboard.

"You can call me Lilly." It bothers me when people called me Miss, it kinda makes me feel old. Usually kids want that, but not me. I knew that my teenage years would go by too fast. I was going to savor them.

"Well, Lilly, you're healing rather quickly. I wouldn't be surprised if you were up and running around in a month." She smiled.

"A month? Can't I just get some meds and go?" Ugh, I hate dotors.

"A month is rather quick considering your injuries. You could of lost your legs." She reminded me.

I glanced over at Miley. She was looking at Genie, I had just noticed he was there, who was staring out the window. A ray of sunshine was staring at him back.

"I'll be checking in on you later on, Miss...Lilly." She smiled at her almost mistake while walking out the door.

Genie turned to look at me. "Your dream was horrific." He stated in a sad tone. He seemed paler then before. No, darker. He was definaitly tanner than before.

Miley's look showed her confusion clearly. I had forgotten she didn't know ALL the details.

"He can kind of read my thoughts." I informed her, a look of awe came upon her face. She looked so pretty like that. With her hair flowing across her back. Her eyes shining. Her cute little nose, her...

Genie cleared his throat. I got the message.

"Sorry Genie, but I can't help what I dream about." I didn't take my eyes off Miley until she looked at me. I quickly looked back over at Genie.

"Lilly, and I'm just being frank here but...you were stupid." His voice showed no hint of humor.

I hadn't expected him to call me stupid, but I'm sure somehow I deserved it.

"Huh?" I asked back.

"Why didn't you wish for both you and Miley to be injury free? How could you be so...so...idiotic!" Now I could hear a slight bit of amusement behind his insult. But not enough to count.

Stupid! He was right! Why hadn't I thought of that?! How could I be so stupid!? What's wrong with me? How could I not have seen that? Stupid, Truscott! Stupid, stupid, stupid! I'm the biggest idiot ever! No, I'm worse then the biggest idiot ever! We might as well just put a sign on my back that says, look out, there's jackass coming through!

"Why didn't you say anything?" I asked Genie, my voice rising an octave.

"I..." He stopped talking mid-sentence, "didn't think of it at the time."

"Lilly." Miley tone, I wasn't sure what it was. Not angry, not sad, not happy. I was too disapointed in myself to tell.

"Lilly it's okay. Don't feel bad about this...but if you don't mind me asking...how many more...wishes...do you have?" I could tell she was still having trouble grasping the whole genie thing.

"One more." The realization hit me hard and fast. Like a bullet.

I had one wish left. One. One more wish. What the hell am I going to do?

"You could always wish yourself healthy." Genie reminded me. I glanced over at him.

"You heard the doctor. I'm healing fast. I've had practice with skateboarding, I'm gonna be outta here in no time." I wasn't going to waste a perfectly good wish on myself. No, this time...thie time it was going to be something important. Something life changing. Something good, and thought out.

I was going to do something with this last wish.