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"Hey, Mr. Stewart, how's Miley?" Lilly asked as she walked into the Stewart's kitchen. It was Monday morning and she was desperately hoping that her girlfriend felt better. She had spent all of her time at Miley's house over the weekend lounging on the couch with the brunette, sitting with her by the toilet when she threw up, and stroking her hair softly when she was asleep. Miley hadn't stopped throwing up and her headaches only seemed to get worse with every passing day.

"I'm calling the doctor's office at eight," he sighed, frying some bacon in a frying pan on the stove. "She hasn't gotten any better. I found her in her bathroom this morning throwing up again. I'm afraid that this is something worse than…I'm just worried about her. Do you wanna go up to her room and check on her? Ask her if she wants something to eat. And you're more than welcome to have breakfast, as well, Lilly."

"Thanks, Mr. S," Lilly said, setting her book bag down on a chair and heading up to Miley's room. The door was slightly cracked open and Lilly gently pushed it all the way open to see the brunette sitting on her bed facing her window. Her hair was up in a messy bun and she was still dressed in her pajamas.

"Miles?" Lilly whispered.

The brunette grunted in response and didn't turn. Lilly closed the door softly behind her and went over to sit down next to Miley. She put an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close.

"How're you feeling?" she asked.

"I don't know," Miley said honestly. "I…my dad won't let me go to school today. He said that he's going to call the doctor and get me an appointment. My Hannah concert was cancelled over the weekend and he's cancelling everything for this whole week. This is ruining everything."

"Your dad is just worried about you," Lilly said, rubbing Miley's arm comfortingly. "And it wouldn't be a really good idea if Hannah Montana started throwing up in the middle of her concert, would it? Maybe it's good that you take a short break from her. You've been going really hard for the past couple weeks, between school, Hannah, and going out with me. Maybe we should just stay in this week and not do anything."

"You'll skip school for me?" Miley asked hopefully.

Lilly winced. "I wasn't exactly saying that," she said carefully. "Not that I wouldn't love to skip school, but my mom wouldn't fly for that, I have a math test today, and I could get in really big trouble for skipping."

Miley sighed and looked away. "That's what I thought," she muttered.

"Hey, hey, don't look like that," Lilly said, turning her head gently so they were facing each other. She kissed the brunette lightly on the nose. "I would totally love to skip school, but I can't. But, I will stop by after school today and we can do homework today and then maybe watch a movie or something…"

"I don't want to watch a movie," Miley said, tears starting to leak out of the corners of her eyes. "I want to go to school and be with you all day, then come back here and do our homework, then go to the beach and hang out for the rest of the day. I want to go to my Hannah concert. I don't want to be sick. Lilly, I don't want to be sick."

"That's why your dad's taking you to the doctor," Lilly said. "Please don't give him a hard time, okay? For me? I want you to get better and I know you want to get better. Just…just don't make this any worse than you have to."

"Okay," Miley whispered. "For you." She leaned her head on Lilly's shoulder and the blonde kissed her hair gently.

Lilly tentatively knocked on the Stewart's front door, not knowing what she should expect when it opened. Normally, she wouldn't be so nervous, but Miley hadn't texted her since before her doctor's appointment that morning and she hadn't answered her phone when Lilly had called her…three times. The blonde had spent all day worrying about the brunette, but she couldn't do anything until school let out. And the moment the bell rang, she was racing for her locker so she could get to Miley's house as quickly as possible.

The door opened to reveal Jackson standing in the doorway, an exhausted look on his face. "Hey, Lilly, come on in," he said, stepping aside so she could walk in. "Here, I'll take your book bag and put it in Miley's room. Dad and Miley aren't back from the doctor's appointment yet. They should be done in half an hour, though, so you can just chill here until they get back."

"Do you know what's going on?" Lilly asked, following Jackson into the living room and waiting for his reply as he jogged up the stairs to Miley's room and came back down.

"Dad called me this morning and told me that if I could take any time off school, now would be a good time," Jackson sighed, sitting down on the couch in front of the TV and leaning back tiredly. "I packed up some clothes, all my books, and headed straight here. I got here just when they were about to leave. They've been gone all day, though, and Dad just called to tell me that they were almost finished."

"What…what do you think is wrong?" Lilly asked, sitting down next to him. Jackson was going to UCLA for pre-med and whenever she saw him, he always boasted about his knowledge in the medical field.

Jackson closed his eyes and shook his head. "I honestly have no idea," he said. "All I can think of was when…never mind. I just don't know, but I hope it's nothing serious. Miles would never want to give up Hannah, especially for something like this. Something that she can't control."

"Wait, think of what?" Lilly asked quickly.

"Nothing, nothing," Jackson said. There was the sound of a car in the driveway and he stood up. "It sounds like they're home."

He walked over to the door and Lilly quickly stood up, walking after him. The door opened and Mr. Stewart walked in, one arm supporting Miley as they both slowly walked forward. Lilly rushed forward, concern showing in her eyes, and put a supporting arm around her girlfriend's waist. The three of them slowly made their way to the couch and Lilly helped Miley sit down, sitting next to her and holding her as the brunette leaned into her.

"How did it go?" Jackson asked.

Mr. Stewart sighed. "The doctor doesn't know what's wrong," he said, rubbing her temple wearily. "I've scheduled an appointment with a specialist at the hospital. It's at two o'clock tomorrow afternoon, so hopefully they'll be able to find whatever it is and give us something to help."

"Daddy, I'm not feeling good," Miley moaned.

"Lilly, could you…?" Mr. Stewart started.

"Yeah, I'll go ahead and take her up to her room," Lilly said. She stood up and gently lifted Miley into her arms. Miley buried her face in Lilly's shoulder and the blonde carefully carried her up the stairs and into her room.

"I love you," Lilly whispered, brushing her lips against Miley's forehead as she set her down on her bed. Miley smiled at her drowsily and her eyes fluttered shut. And Lilly couldn't help but feel that this was all a lot worse than any of them could have imagined.

Thank you all for sticking with this story. And thank you for the reviews from: JustAnotherSlowGoodbye, DreamBigToFallHard, Sophi20, ScorpioP, musicisinmysoul, and AlvinFan07. I really appreciate you guys taking the time to review. And please continue to do so. The next chapter will be up within the next two weeks. Thank you all again.

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