[The following story is based on actual facts. In real life, Destiny Hope Cyrus aka Miley Cyrus suffers from a heart condition... although she rarely talks about it, she has mentioned it a couple of times, it is to be hoped though that the events portrayed here, never come to pass, but unfortunately for her, the risk will always be there...]
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Why didn't she told me? Why did she kept that for herself? I know... because if she had told me... I would probably had convinced her to not being Hannah Montana anymore... I wouldn't had allowed her to risk herself like this... why didn't I see this coming? The way she breathed heavily after each song on her last concerts was a sign... but it had to be at school of all places... why did Mr. Obermayer had to over-pressure her...
-STEWART!!! TRUSCOTT!!! My grandmother can run faster than that and she's 95!!!
-I'm... going... as... fast... as... I... can....
I saw Miley stop... it looked she had a bucket of water thrown on top of her
-Miley... are... you... OK?
She only nodded... after running we went to shower and change... but something was already wrong... she was awfully quiet... as we were getting dressed she stood up to get her blouse from her locker...
-Amber, Ashley, whomever of you it is... stop moving the locker, it's not funny...
-Miley the lockers are not moving... are you all right?
-Of course I am... why wouldn't I be... I... was joking see? Got my blouse!!
I stood up before her.
-Miley stop. I'm your best friend aren't I? What's going on? You have been looking sick for the past two weeks. What's going on?
-Lily... I am fine OK? Don't worry. Let's go home and watch a movie and have some popcorn all right? -she said forcing a smile
-ok...
Later that night we were watching "Pirates of the caribbean", as usual I was drooling for Orlando Bloom... yet... I noticed how irregular Miley's breathing was... she couldn't hide the sweat in her forehead either...
-I'll go get more soda, want some? -I asked
Miley only nodded and swallowed when I woke up, just 30 seconds... that was all the time I had my back turned...
-Miley would you like ice on your... Miley... MILEY!!! MR. STEWART!!!!
I dropped the glasses and ran to her, she was laying motionless on the couch, her face was pale and her breathing was between weak and non existent...
-Miley wake up please... Miley come on....
-Lily what happened? -Robbie Ray said
-I don't know... she just collapsed...
-Call 911, tell them that we have a 16 year old that had a heart attack
I froze... a heart attack? Doesn't that happen to people over 40 years old?
-LILIAN CALL 911!!! -Robbie Ray yelled
I dialed like a robot...
- 911 state your emergency -said the operator
I was frozen... my best friend was laying on the carpet with her Dad giving CPR to her.
-911 state your emergency please, I have to remind you it's a federal offense to missdial
-My... friend... had... a he... heart... attack...
-Got your location, an ambulance is on your way, do you know CPR? -said the operator
-Her... Dad... he's...
-Tell them that she's got a pulse -said Robbie Ray
I could feel the tears running down my face
-She... she's... breathing...
Two hours later we arrived the hospital, she was taken into the ER... I just hugged Mr. Stewart until Mom and Oliver came, we sat there until a Doctor came out.
-Mr. Stewart?
-Yes?
He approached and asked to talk with Miley's Dad in private Mom asked to go with him and he agreed, when I asked to go in the Doctor refused.
-Please she's my best friend!!!!
-Lilian please... you're not helping Miley -Mom said
I just sat there... at least until the were inside the office, then and against Oliver's judgment I listened through the door.
-...her condition worsened with the stress and the effort of singing and dancing... this is something that no medication can solve...
-But what about the medicine she's been taking since she was 7 and the condition was detected? -Robbie Ray asked
-Look... I'll be honest with you Robbie... her heart is damaged... beyond anything modern medicine can do...
-You can't ask me to accept that she'll die... -Robbie replied
-No... of course not... there's one thing that can save her, a transplant...
-You mean.. a heart transplant? -Mom said
-Yeah Mrs Truscott...
-How much time? - Robbie Ray asked
-That's the delicate part... we decided to induce a coma to keep her heart at slow pace and reduce the damage... but... if we are to save Miley... we'll need to find a donor within a week... now the other part is Miley's blood type... it's unusual... we're doing all we can...
I couldn't hear anymore I just fell in Oliver's arms and cried, he didn't asked... Mom and Robbie Ray's face when they came out told him everything... they took us to the hospital cafeteria to get something eat and explained everything I already knew.
-Mr. Stewart... they'll find a donor right? -Oliver asked
-They're doing all they can.
Before leaving we were authorized to see Miley, I kissed her forehead and caressed her hair... before going out I checked her blood type on the chart. On monday I went to the school nurse to get mine tested.
-What happened to your arm? -Oliver said when he saw a small patch in the front side of my elbow.
-Nothing, nothing at all
-But that patch
-NOTHING!!!
-All right all right...
Before going home I picked the results... I smiled... there was a chance for Miley... I had the same blood type she had... now it was time to think about the decision I was about to make...
To be continued...