Here's the next chapter. This is from Miley's POV.

Miley sat on her bed, flipping through a magazine when she heard a gentle knock on her door. Setting the magazine aside, she watched as the door opened, her dad walking in with a serious expression on his face. Sighing, she closed her eyes and looked away. "Daddy, I'll apologize to her later, okay?" she said in an exasperated tone. "I don't think I should go over to her house while I'm upset like this, okay?" It had been three hours since she had yelled at Lilly and she was still feeling mixed up about her emotions.

"There's something I need to tell you, Miles," he said seriously, and she turned to look at him curiously. "Something's happened."

"What is it?" Miley asked fearfully. "It isn't Jackson, is it? I mean, yeah, he can be annoying sometimes, but if anything ever happened to him…"

"No, Miley, it isn't Jackson," he said, and Miley sighed in relief. "It's Lilly."

She tensed at hearing Lilly's name. "Daddy, I told you…"

"Miley, listen to me," he said sternly. "Two hours ago, she was pulled out of the river running under that bridge you guys used to hang out at with Oliver so much. Some people saw her climb up on the rail and jump off. One of the men dove in after her and was able to pull her to the shore while someone else called 911. They were to make out her whispering your name. The hospital was able to identify her and contact the school and get our phone number. I got off the phone with them a few minutes ago. Lilly is in critical condition."

Her father looked at her with a concerned expression on his face as she sat on her bed, her brain trying to register what he had just told her. "No, this can't be happening," she said, shooting up to a standing position. "This is one of your stupid tricks to get me to go over to Lilly's house and apologize to her, isn't it? It's not funny, Daddy, and you better take it all back right now."

"I'm not…"

But she didn't hear the rest of what he said because she was running out of her room, out of the house, and down the street towards Lilly's house. She didn't have any shoes on and was dressed in just her sweatpants and a t-shirt, but she didn't care what she looked like. As long as Lilly was okay, everything would be fine.

She skidded to a stop on Lilly's doorstep, pulling the spare key out from the middle of the large bush next to the door and fitting it in the keyhole. Slamming the door open, she threw the key back in the bush and pounded up the stairs and turned into Lilly's room to find it empty.

"Lilly!" she yelled, tears streaming down her face. "Lilly, you come out here right now! This isn't funny!" There was only an echo as an answer. "Okay, I'm sorry, just please come out, Lilly, please! I'll do anything!"

Collapsing on the floor, she started to sob, tearing at her hair until someone wrapped their arms around her, pulling her close. "Its okay, Miley, it's going to be okay." She turned around to see Oliver holding her, an expression of extreme sorrow in his eyes, and collapsed against his chest, her tears falling on his t-shirt and getting soaked up in the red cloth.

"It's all my fault," she whispered. "I told her that… that I just wanted her to go away, and she went away! If she… it's going to be… I hurt her so bad, Oliver, and I can't… I can't live without her."

"Hey, it's going to be okay," Oliver said. "Listen to me, Miley. I'm going to take you to the hospital so we can see Lilly. Her mother isn't coming back from New York so we're the only people she has. Your dad is already there and he wanted me to come here and pick you up."

He helped Miley stand and wrapped an arm around her shoulders as she leaned on him. His truck was sitting in Lilly's driveway and they both got in, silent as Oliver drove to Saint Vincent Medical Center. Taking Miley's hand in his own, he led her to the main entrance of the hospital and up to the front desk. "Hi, we're here to see Lillian Truscott," he said. "She got here about three hours ago."

The woman behind the desk typed something into her computer and directed her gaze back at Oliver. "How do you spell her name?" she asked.

"Lillian is L-I-L-L-I-A-N. And Truscott is T-R-U-S-C-O-T-T," Miley said before Oliver could say anything. The woman nodded, typing out the names in the computer and clicking before looking back at Oliver.

"You're going to find her on the second floor," she said gently. "As soon as you get out of the elevator, turn right and keep walking until you get to a set of double doors. Go through the doors, take a left, and you'll come to a desk. Someone should be at the desk and when you get there, give this pass to him. She'll take you to Miss Truscott's room."

"Thank you," Oliver said, wrapping an arm around Miley and pulling her close. He took the pass the woman handed him, putting it in his front pocket. "It's going to be okay," he whispered to Miley. They walked towards the elevators and got there just as one of them opened. Oliver punched the button for the second floor and the doors closed, leaving them alone for a few moments.

"Oliver?" Miley whispered.

"Yeah?"

"Why didn't she just tell us the number of the room Lilly was staying in?" she asked. "I mean, when she broke her arm two years ago and had to stay overnight, they just told us the room number and we went right up."

He sighed. "She's not exactly in the best condition, Miley," he said. "They can't just let people walk in and out whenever they want to."

"Is she going to die?" Miley asked, tears starting to roll down her cheeks again.

"No, no, of course not," Oliver said. "Miley, this is Lilly we're talking about. This is the girl who's so stubborn that she refused to go to the hospital when she broke her arm because she wanted to finish that skating competition she was in. Do you really think she would give up on life like that? If she's going to refuse to go to the hospital for a broken arm, she's definitely going to refuse to die if she's already in the hospital. She's gonna be fine, Miley, I promise."

"Okay," Miley whispered, sniffling. The elevator doors opened and they walked out, turning right, going through the double doors, and going up to the desk where a young woman was sitting.

"Hi, we're here to see Lillian Truscott," Oliver said, handing the pass the woman at the main desk had given them. The young woman took it, studied it, typed something into her computer, and nodded as she stood up.

"Right this way," she said, walking around the desk and up to the locked door next to the desk. She slid her card in the lock and it beeped as it slid open. Oliver and Miley followed her through the door, down the hall, and up to a white door that was closed. The young woman turned to face them. "She's asleep right now," she whispered. "I don't know if you still want to see her, but if you need me, just press the intercom button right inside the door and I'll come get you. Or if you stay until visiting hours are over, I'll come and get you."

"Okay, thanks," Oliver said, and he and Miley went into the hospital room. Lilly was lying on the bed covered in a thin, white sheet, her head resting on a pillow. Her hair was spread on her pillow and her face was pale. Several tubes were connected to needles inserted in her left arm, but other than that, Lilly looked completely normal. Miley looked hesitantly at Oliver before slowly walking up to the side of Lilly's bed when he nodded at her.

Miley bit her lip nervously as she sat down in one of the chairs set up next to Lilly's bed and took the blonde's right hand nervously, rubbing her thumb over the back of it. Lilly's eyelids fluttered, but she didn't wake. "I'm so sorry," Miley whispered, gently setting Lilly's hand back down and standing up to face Oliver. "I need to talk to the doctor," she said firmly.

The young woman from the desk entered the room a few minutes later, a sympathetic look on her face that had obviously been practiced a lot. "What can I do to help you?" she asked quietly.

"I want to speak with the doctor," Miley said, crossing her arms over her chest. "It's important… and confidential," she added when she saw the young woman open her mouth with a spark of curiosity in her eyes.

"I'll go get him," the woman said, leaving the room and bringing back a middle-aged man in a white coat a few moments later.

"What can I do for you?" he asked, reaching out and shaking Miley's hand. "I'm Doctor Sanders and Theresa here said that you had something important you wanted to speak to me about." He looked at the young woman, Theresa, pointedly, and she left the room, shutting the door quietly behind her. Miley looked at Oliver the same way and after a few moments, he also left.

Miley hesitated before speaking. "Do… do you know about the baby?" she whispered, looking down at her feet.

"Yes, we were able to get that information from the doctor she last got a checkup from," he said. "And the baby is fine as far as we can tell. We'll have to wait until he or she's developed a bit more before we can say that we're out of the zone of danger, but I'm pretty sure that the baby is going to be fine. Miss Truscott is a very lucky girl in that aspect, even if she was planning on getting an abortion. I find that every girl who comes in here who has had an abortion really regrets it."

"She wasn't planning on killing the baby," Miley whispered.

"Of course not," the doctor said smoothly. "She was actually talking to me about the baby earlier and it didn't seem like she wanted to have an abortion."

"Wait, she talked to you?" Miley asked, her head shooting up.

Doctor Sanders nodded. "Yes, and she's doing fine," he said. "We want to keep her in the hospital for a few more days to make sure everything is working properly, but she should be able to go home after that. She might be a little out of it for a few more days after that, but that's only expected after what's happened. Have you, um, considered talking to her parents about putting her into mental therapy? We don't want an incident like this to happen again, especially with her pregnant."

"I don't think that will be necessary, but I'll talk to Lilly about it," Miley said. "I know exactly the circumstances that drove her to do this and I assure you that I will do my best to prevent this from happening again."

The doctor looked uncertain. "Usually we integrate our patients into a program held right here at the hospital…" he started.

"And I told you that I will talk to Lilly about it," Miley said firmly. "I'm not going to do anything behind her back that she might not approve of, especially with recent events. She needs to feel included in deciding what she's doing with her life and I don't want it to seem like I'm taking control of everything she does. Lilly is my best friend and I know her better than anyone else."

He nodded reluctantly. "I understand," he said. "Is there anything else you would like to speak to me about?"

"Did, um… did she mention me when you were talking to her?" Miley whispered.

"She mentioned someone by the name of Miley," the doctor said. "Something about how she wasn't friends with her anymore. She was quite upset. Now if that's all, I have another patient who is in critical condition and requires my attention." He left the room and Miley stared after him, tears streaming down her face. Oliver walked in and pulled her close, rocking her back and forth.

"What's wrong?" he asked once she had calmed down. "What was it that you wanted to talk to the doctor about privately? Was it something about Lilly?"

"I can't tell you," Miley whispered. "But everything is fine. It's just… she said that we weren't friends anymore. She told the doctor that she wasn't friends with me."

"I'm sure that it's all a big misunderstanding," Oliver said gently. "When people are upset, they misinterpret things and take them the wrong way. You can straighten all this out when Lilly wakes up, but for now, you should get some rest. It's no use worrying over something and tiring yourself out even more."

Miley looked at Oliver oddly. "Have you been reading your mom's magazines again?" she asked.

Oliver blushed. "Maybe," he said. "But really, some of those articles come in handy in situations like this. Normally, I would have had no idea what to say other than that it's going to be okay, but I really gave you some valuable advice there, didn't I?"

"You're such a doughnut," Miley muttered, swatting him on the head playfully and sitting down next to Lilly's bed. She took Lilly's hand in her own and after a few moments, she drifted to sleep.

Thank you to JustAnotherSlowGoodbye, Truscott, freakinacage1234, AshleyAlien1408, musicisinmysoul, and soccer-girl-7797 for reviewing the last chapter. PLEASE REVIEW!!! I'll get the next chapter up as soon as possible. Thanks again!

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