I do not own Hannah Montana. This fanfiction does not represent the actors and actresses in the television show.

Zack helped Miley into her room. Miley glanced around the room, still dazed. She found that it was just the way she and Lilly had left it two days before. The bed sheets were still pushed back and messy on Miley's bed. Lilly's bed was still made, since she had stayed in the bathroom for most of the night. The memory brought her near tears.

"Here, Hannah, sit down," Zack led her further into the room and sat her down on Lilly's bed. "Do you need anything? Water? Food?"

Miley shook her head, and adjusted her position. "No, I'm fine…"

He sat down next to her on the bed, a little closer than Miley expected. She shifted nervously, suddenly becoming uncomfortable, and started racking her brain for a way to get Zack to leave. She was tired and just wanted to be left alone; or at least not with Zack, for some reason.

Zack put his arm around her slowly. "I know I've said this before, but I was really worried about you…" Miley didn't respond. The weight of his arm on her shoulder made her want to move away. "When you fell in the water… I freaked out. I tried to go in after you, but Brad held me back and told me it wasn't a good idea with my knee surgery last summer, and all. I had to beg and plead your friend to go in after you,"

Bullshit. Miley thought, I may have been drowning, but I could see you stand there like an idiot, and Lilly jump in on her own! A seething anger came over Miley, but she stifled it, hoping he would leave soon. I bet you didn't even have knee surgery…

"You see…" Zack continued, causing Miley to groan in her head, "When the thought of losing you hit me, I didn't know what to do…" He scooted closer to Miley. Miley sighed to herself. She had heard the same thing from Lilly, and it had actually meant something. Coming from him, though, it sounded empty.

When Miley edged away, he grabbed her by the hands and turned her to face him. "Hannah!" He forcefully gazed into her eyes, "I love you!"

Before Miley could express her disgust, Zack pushed her backwards onto the bed and harshly brought his lips to hers. Miley attempted to cry out at him, but his stiff lips muffled it. He lowered himself further onto her and slipped his hand down to lift her shirt.

Miley's eyes widened, and with a final desperate scream, she threw him off of her. As Zack bounced off of the edge of the bed and onto the floor he stared up at Miley, dumbfounded. "Hannah..? Wha…?"

"What's wrong with you!?" Miley screamed, "Lilly's in the hospital, and all you can think about is--!!"

Zack blinked, "Lilly…?"

Miley grunted, frustrated, "Lola! Lola's in the hospital! She's hurt! You're a lying piece of shit, and she's hurt!" Tears started to pour from her eyes.

"Hannah, just hold on…"

Miley clenched her fists and screamed the loudest she could. "Get out!"

Zack stared at her for several more seconds, and then stood up. "Bitch," He muttered as he walked towards the door.

As the door behind him, Miley flung herself onto the bed and started to cry.

Miley couldn't believe how pathetic Zack was. He couldn't say that and expect her to believe it! He stood there and watched as she nearly drowned, and then said "I didn't know what to do,"! Lilly had jumped in after her, and actually meant that she couldn't take the thought of losing Miley…! If anyone were to love Miley… it would be…

Miley sat up. Her tears subsided instantly; an expression of shock on her face. She stood up out of the bed and ran towards the door, with one thought.

"Lilly!"

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When Lilly opened her eyes, her vision was blurred. She thought maybe there was something in her eye, so she blinked a few times. Confusion set in as her sight didn't improve right away, but she was slowly able to make out the outline of images. Glancing around, she came to the conclusion that she was in a bed, and that her body ached horribly.

Groaning, she glanced around. She noticed someone in the room, and squinted to see.

"M…Miley?" A faint smiled crossed her face, and she released a breath of relief, seeing that Miley was okay.

Her vision took several more seconds to focus, and when it did, she came to the very unpleasant discovery that it wasn't Miley in the room; it was Brad.

Brad stepped over her bed and leered down at her. "Well, good morning, starshine. So glad you decided to come back to the land of the living," His tone was practically dripping with sarcasm.

Lilly tried to hiss at him to get the hell out of her room, but when she tried to utilize her voice, nothing came out except a dry croaking noise.

"Hey now, don't go exhausting yourself," Brad took another step closer to the bed and lean his face down so that he was inches away from Lilly's face. "I know how happy you are to see me," He scoffed, blowing air in Lilly's face, and then pulled away.

Lilly glared at him, but even that seemed to take most of her energy. She figured some kind of medication had been pumped into her to cause her to be so out of it.

Brad lowered face to Lilly's ear and grabbed her jaw firmly so she wouldn't move. "Don't think I've forgotten what a bitch you can be," His hand teasingly found its way to her throat. "I think you owe me and my fella's an apology. Let's hear it,"

Lilly swallowed nervously, but kept her glare plastered on her face. She wouldn't have apologized even if she could speak. His grip tightened around her throat.

"I'm not hearing it…" Brad laughed, but was cut short when Lilly spit in his face. He simmered with anger and reached to wipe Lilly's spit from his cheek. Turning back to Lilly, he smirked maliciously, "Very well… Have it your way… Zack said to just keep you out of the way, but a guy can only take so much," He leaned down and kissed Lilly viciously, knowing she would hate it. He bit down on her lower lip hard enough to draw blood and cause Lilly to grunt in pain. "I figure I'll shut you up for good while,"

His hand went back to Lilly's throat while he ran his free hand through Lilly's hair. "Is pretty hair what you've been hidin' under that wig this whole time?" He clenched a fistful of Lilly's hair in his hand tightly and yanked it, "You should find some better wigs,"

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Miley had run all the way from the hotel room back to the hospital. She burst through the door back into the waiting room where she saw her father and Jackson look up at her in surprise.

"Dagnabbit, Miley, where've you been?!" Robbie Ray stood up as Miley ran towards him. His face wore an expression between worry and irritation. It occurred to Miley that Zack had made up talking to Hannah's "manager" too. She silently cursed him in her head, and then told herself there would be plenty of time to despise him later.

"Never mind that! Is Lilly out of the ICU?" She was too anxious to catch her breath.

Robbie Ray blinked at her, bewildered, "Well… yeah… we were waiting until we found you. We figured you'd want to see her first,"

"What room?!"

Her father furrowed his brow in confusion. "Third door on the right…"

Miley took off down the hall and didn't stop until she had counted three doors and stopped. She threw open the door.

"Lilly, I--!"

Her jaw dropped as she saw Brad standing over Lilly, squeezing her by the throat and shaking with rage. In the split second that passed, Miley's eyes took in the pain twisted onto Lilly's red face, and the amount of pressure that Brad's hand was applying. Miley didn't even believe that someone's throat could take that kind of force. It looked like Brad's fingers were sinking into soft clay.

Lilly's eyes were nearly rolled into the back of her head, gagging and choking as she tried to gasp for air. Brad finally turned to see Miley, and he immediately let go. Lilly's fell back limply and her eyes closed. The heart rate monitor that she was connected gradually slowed to normal, as opposed to the frantic rate it had been when Brad had had his hands on Lilly's neck.

"H-Hannah," Brad stammered as he backed away, "I… Zack…"

Miley was trembling in fear and anger. "Get the fuck out!" She screamed, "Don't you ever fucking touch her again or I'll call the police!"

Brad darted past Miley and out of the room, and Miley ran to Lilly's side, throwing her arms around her. "Lilly! Lilly wake up!" Lilly remained motionless and Miley lowered her head onto Lilly's chest and began to sob. "Lilly, I'm so sorry…! This is all my fault!"

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Lilly's eyes slowly opened, again. She groaned to herself when she discovered that her vision was once more, blurred. Her eyes went straight to the place where she had seen Brad standing before. To her discomfort, she saw a figure standing in the same place. It rushed to her side and grasped on to her arm desperately.

Lilly panicked and tried to jerk her arm away, but was too weak to break away. She whimpered and curled into a ball the best she could.

"Lilly! Lilly calm down, it's me!"

Lilly let her guard drop and she widened her eyes, recognizing the sweet voice that came to her ears. "M-Miley?" Her eyes gradually focused to the person who held her arm, and she saw Miley.

Miley nodded and pulled off her Hannah wig. Tears were starting to build in her eyes. Lilly was so overcome with happiness that she was unable to react right away. Her bewildered eyes stayed on Miley, making Miley nervous that Lilly didn't want her there.

Finally, Lilly sighed and sat back, placing her hand on Miley's. "Oh thank god you're alright," Her voice was tired. "When I woke up and you weren't there, I was terrified that you got hurt when we fell,"

Miley's tears escaped her eyes and slowly trickled down her cheeks. She felt overwhelming feelings of guilt, for leaving Lilly at the hospital, and relief that Lilly was okay. "Oh, Lilly," She whispered through her tears, "I'm so sorry," She grasped Lilly's hand and held it tightly.

Lilly laughed weakly and smiled. "Don't be sorry, Miley. As long as you're alright, I'm happy,"

Miley sniffed, and lowered her head onto Lilly's lap. "You saved me… again… but you got hurt real bad,"

"Miles," Lilly gently put her hands on Miles head "It's okay. Listen, I'll heal. I heal really fast; you know that. Remember when I tried to take my skateboard down the stairs at school?"

Miley laughed through her tears. "Yeah. You scared me half to death,"

"I fractured my wrist and skinned up my knees. They said it'd take 2 months to heal completely, but I was back on my skateboard in a month. This won't slow me down at all. Piece o' cake," She smiled, trying to comfort Miley.

Miley lifted her hear to look at Lilly. "Lilly, four of your ribs are broken! You had a concussion!"

Lilly gave Miley a look that told her that she thought it made no difference. Miley sighed, and lowered her head back onto Lilly's lap. A faint smiled was on her lips. Lilly continued to stroke Miley's hair, running her fingers through her brunette tresses.

"Thank you…" Miley said, trying not to cry again, "For saving me…"

Lilly smiled softly, "Anytime,"

A silence formed between the two, as Miley sat and enjoyed the feeling of Lilly's hands flowing through her hair. She stirred, and then sat up. Lilly lowered her arms back to her side. She looked into Lilly's eyes with a serious expression on her face.

"Lilly?" Lilly could tell Miley was nervous, "I know I've asked you before… but… How do you feel about me…? I mean… Why did you save me?"

Lilly blinked, thrown off by Miley's question. "H-how do I feel?" She lowered her head and bit her bottom lip anxiously.

Miley nodded, blushing slightly "About me…"

"Miley I… You know… You're my best friend…"

"How do you feel about me, Lilly?" Miley found herself being more and more bold.

Lilly fiddled with her hands nervously. "Miles… I…"

Miley tightened her grasp on Lilly's hands. "Do you love me?"

"Miley… Of course I do…"

"Lilly, do you love me?"

Lilly hesitated. She felt like she had been caught, and was being accused of some horrible crime. Tears fell from her eyes into her lap. "Y-yes, Miley. I love you,"

Miley relaxed, and her expression softened. She saw that Lilly had started crying, and felt awful. "Lils…" She reached to lift Lilly's chin up. "I'm sorry it took me so long to notice…"

Miley leaned forwards and gently pressed her lips against Lilly's. Her heart was racing, and her face was flushed. Lilly's lips were soft and warm. Miley could taste Lilly, just from that brief touch, and it made her practically melt into Lilly's arms, but she was careful not to lean on her ribs.

"I realized… I love you too…" Miley said when their lips parted. She looked at Lilly intently to see her reaction.

Lilly's eyes were wide and confused, and her tears began to flow heavier down her cheeks. She collapsed into Miley's arms and began sobbing, which confused Miley. Miley then realized Lilly's tears were those of happiness, and she smiled. She pulled Lilly closer and sighed in relief.

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"Shit," Brad muttered as he stepped out of the hospital and onto the street. He pulled out his cell phone and dialed Zack's number. "Hey, man. I got caught going a little overboard…"

"This is a problem…" Zack responded anxiously over the phone. "It could totally ruin my rep,"

Brad sighed heavily, trying to stifle his anger towards the two girls. "Sorry man… But I did tell you that chick wasn't worth it,"

"Shut it," Zack snapped, "Look… we gotta fix this… we gotta find a way to keep them quiet about this whole ordeal… I'll try to get back to my plan on a big breakthrough with that other singer broad that's always on the news,"

"Well, Zack, now you're talking," Brad smirked a malicious smirk, "Keeping people quiet is my specialty,"