I look up at the IV above my bed which I'm laying on. There are tubes coming from the IV connecting into my arms.

I hate this hospital.

Oh, I forgot to mention. My name is Sarah Memo, and I have cancer. Heh, yeah... Not the thing you wanna introduce yourself by, but what can you do? I have lung cancer, if your wondering. I'm also 13 years old. I got diagnosed when I was 5. This cancer makes sure that I can't breathe without a tube in my nose, kind of like Hazel Grace, from The Fault In Our Stars. If it comes out for longer than 10 minutes, I don't breathe, and well... You can figure out the rest.

My doctor comes into the room, his hair rock solid. He uses a lot of gel. I call him Beverly Hills. I don't know why. Maybe its because of his hair.
I smile, hoping he has good news. He does not smile back.
Great... I think to myself, that equals bad news.

"Hey, Sarah, parents." He says to me and my parents seriously.

"Hello, Beverly. Any good news?" My mother asks, her eyes crinkled with sorry. My Dad sits in a chair, clearly upset.

"Actually, the exact opposite. The cancer... Has spread. It's now... Up your arms and down your legs. And... The chemo... It's only making it worse. You can't have any more chemo, because it's just going to make your cancer worse." He said, looking at my Mom and Dad with sadness.

"What about radiation? I heard that is effective on cancer, right?" My Mom asks, desperation in her usually happy voice. Beverly shakes his head, his hair still not moving.

"We have thought of that, but because we know chemo isn't going to make it better, this radiation isn't going to help either. Plus, Sarah can't have any more radiation. Also, the cancer is too close to her lungs. It could make her stop breathing all together. That means her breathing regulator will no longer help. She... Sarah... You don't have long to live. I am so sorry." Beverly said, looking down.

"Is there anything we can do at all? Anything?" My dad said, finally speaking. I just lay on the bed, thinking.

"Erm... Well, there is one thing, but-"

"We will take it. Whatever it is." My father says, staring at Beverly seriously. Beverly shakes his head.

"I'm afraid I have to say no. This... Thing... It has the ability to cure Sarah's cancer, but... It's just that... Here. Let me explain what it is." Beverly says. He goes and gets something out of a glass jar. Its... A dandelion? But not just any dandelion, I think. He wouldn't just do that. I trust Beverly.

"Sarah, parents, this is-"

"A dandelion. Why on Earth would we need this?" My Mom asks, putting an arm around Dad.

"Well, you wanted an option, and this is the only one we still have. This is the Wish Dandelion. It has the power to grant any wish. But-" My father cuts him off.

"What? Is it the cost? If so, we will pay anything. Just tell us." My Dad says. Beverly tries to rake his hand through his hair and fails.
Too much gel, huh, Beverly? I joke in my head.

"Well, it does grant any wish, but it corrupts the wish in a horrible way. So, for an example, let's say I wished for... A million dollars."
"So, I wished for a million dollars, but the wish corrupts itself, and I owe the bank 2 million dollars. Do you get the risk now? No one mentions the Wish Dandelion because of the corrupt effect." Beverly says, frowning.

"Well, I still think it's worth it. Right, Harold?" My Mom asks my Dad. "We'll take-"

"No!" I yell, jumping up. Suddenly pain shoots into my chest. I ignore it. My parents look at me like I've lost my mind. "I don't think we should decide right away." I say. Beverly looks at me, bending down to my height. I'm quite short for my age.

"What do you mean, Sarah? This could save your life." Beverly says. Or make it worse... I think in my head. I push that thought away.

"Well, someone else could need it more than me, right? I mean, someone could be dying as we speak, and this could save their life! I mean, I have a chance to live! Look at Jadyn Schill! You said she couldn't leave past 5, and look at her now! 13 years old and still fighting!" I say, suddenly out of breath from just saying a couple of sentences. I pant, out of breath.

"Well, I don't know... You do need this..." Beverly says. I look him dead in the eye.

"Shawn, I have a voice. And its about me. I should have a say. So can I please have time to think, Shawn?" My parents gasp. So does Beverly. Or should I say Shawn? Yeah, his real name is Shawn. I only say it when I'm really really upset. He grimaces.

"Well... Yes. It is your decision. You get back to me when you have your decision." Beverly says. I nod, then... Huh... Why is the room spinning? I look into the mirror next to me.

I don't have my regulator in my nose.

I fall backwards onto my bed. The heart monitor next to my bed started going hectic. My parents were yelling something, and Beverly was trying to help me up. I quickly grab the transparent tube and put it around my ears and in my nose. I take a deep breath in.

"Sarah, are you OK?" My father asks, concern in his voice. I nod. I take another deep breath. Its a scary feeling when you can't breathe. Its like... When your in a pool and someone is in a floatie. You swim under them, and you try to come up for air, but your trapped under the floatie.

Come to think of it, that's not a good comparison.

My parents thank Beverly, and he walks out. My Mother looks at me with a pleading look. My Father just goes to get a movie to put on a movie for noise. I don't like silence. And I don't like not moving.
I have ADHD. Its like one of those wind up toys. They don't. Stop. Moving. Like me! My Father walks up to me.

"Honey, are you going to go to school tomorrow? Remember, you don't have to if you don't want to." I stand up, double checking my regulator. Its still there. My tank of air that my regulator is attached to is still full, too.

"Yeah, I still want to go, if that's OK with you guys." I say, making puppy dog eyes. They don't like it when I go to school. I get teased and bullied a lot. But they always overlook the fact that I do have friends! My Mom takes my Dad by the shoulder and walks into the separate living room that's connected to the hospital part of the room. There is also a separate bedroom, too. That's where my parents sleep. I sleep on my hospital bed. They come out of the living room. My Mom says,

"Yes, you can go to school. But don't forget that you can come home whenever you want, OK?" I smile.

"Thanks, Mom and Dad." I say. They nod, and my dad looks at the pear shaped clock we have know the wall and looks at me with a smug grin.

"Guess what time it is, little girl?" He says in his creepy voice. I giggle.

"Is it time for... NINJA ATTACKS?!" I yell, jumping on him and pretending to be a ninja, throwing stars at him. He pretends to be hurt, falling to the ground.

"Oh no... I've been hit... Tell my wife I love her... And I forgot to do the laundry..." He says. I giggle some more. My Dad smiles.

"OK, now, in all seriousness, its bedtime. Get in bed, please." I groan, not wanting to sleep yet. "Oh, come on. Get in. I'll put on a movie..." He says. I jump into bed, wanting to watch a movie. My Mom grabs 'Big Hero Six,' one of my favorite movies. They turn out the lights and come to kiss me goodnight.

"I love you." My mom says.

"I love you, too." I say. My mom blows me a kiss and walks to her room. My dad walks over.

"I love you, sweetie." He says.

"I love you, too, Dad." I say. He kisses the top of my bald head, and walks to his room. I find myself dozing off before the movie ends. I enter a deep sleep.