We enter the hospital. There's a waiting room, and a front desk with only two people in line for it. Beverly turns to me, before fixing his hair.

"Can you go wait in the waiting room for now?" He asks. I nod. "OK, thanks."

I walk over to the room and sit in the rickety chair. To my left there is 2 more chairs and a coffee table, and to my right the same thing. In front of me is a wooden table with magazines with pictures of girls and teens all over it. I randomly pick one and open it up.
Suddenly, my magazine gets swiped out of my hand and replaced with a "That's So Tween!" magazine. I look to see who took my magazine.

Its a girl, with short black hair to her shoulders and beautiful violet eyes. She's wearing a purple t shirt that says "Don't judge me" on it, and black shorts. She shudders at holding it, and throws the magazine onto the cluttered coffee table.

"T-T-Trust me. Y-Y-Y-You do n-not wa-want to r-r-read th-tha-that." She stuttered. She stuck her hand out for me to shake. I shook it. "I-I'm Me-Melody. W-W-Which is i-i-ironic, because I-I can't e-e-even fin-fin-finish a sentence, l-let alone a s-s-s-song..." She trails off, looking disappointed in herself. I nod.

"I'm Sarah. And, um, why shouldn't I want to read that magazine, if you don't mind me asking?" I ask. Her face turns a shade of pink, then dark red.

"W-W-Well, I-I don't t-think you wa-want to r-r-read it. T-T-Trust me." She says. I think about it. Why wouldn't I want to... Oh.

"Nope, definitely don't want to see that!" I say loudly. The girl at the front desk puts her manicured finger to her red lips. I nod, giving her an apologizing look.

"S-So, w-w-what b-brings y-y-you to t-this a-a-adoption c-c-c-c-c..." She stops and takes a deep breath in and closes her eyes. She breathes out and she opens them, her eyes loosing some of their sparkle. "Center?" She whispers.
I have to lean in to hear her. She continues. "I-If I whisper, I-I don't stutter a-as much...
"And I have a n-neurogenic stutter. I was p-pushed down m-my staircase a-as a 4 year old by m-my brother. He was 9. I-I landed on m-my head at t-the bottom o-of our wooden s-staircase. I've h-had this s-stupid stutter e-e-ever since." She said, trying to pronounce her words.
She looked at her chipped purple nail polish. I saw a tear roll down her pale face and drop onto her lap.
My heart went out to her. I felt so bad for her. That must be horrible. Having the ability to be normal, talk normal, not having people judge you as much, then having that being taken away from you. I put my hand on her hand. She looks up and smiles with her pearly white teeth.

"Well, um, if you don't mind me asking... Why are you here?" I ask her.

"W-W-Well, m-my parents, they- wait. A-Are y-you getting p-p-put up for a-a-adoption?" I nod my head. Her beautiful violet eyes open wide. "No w-way! You d-d-don't deserve t-that!" I shrug. I then proceed to tell her the story of why I'm getting put up for adoption.

§~Time skip~§

"...And, then, they were pronounced dead on the scene. So, now I have to stay here." I finish telling her the story. I take a breath through my nose. Something about that breath... didn't feel right, I think to myself. Ah, whatever. I'm just paranoid again. She bites her lower lip, as if she's nervous to say something. I smile.

"C-Can I a-ask you a q-q-question?" she asks. I nod, smiling.
"A-Alright. Well, i-if you d-d-d-don't mind m-me asking, w-w-why do y-you have that t-t-tube in your n-n-n-nose?" She asks, fiddling with the white bracelet on her right wrist. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, or, at least, I try to. What the...? I look down.

My tank is out of air. Great. Really, lungs? Right now? I say to myself in my head. Ugh.

"B-Bever..." Is all I can manage to say. Everything starts to go fuzzy around my vision. Melody stands up abruptly and runs to the front desk, where Beverly is. I know... I can get the spare oxygen tank from my backpack! I think in my head. I swivel around, reaching desperately for a tank from my fading blue bag. Oh, Sugar Shack. I left them in the car! I say again in my head. Curse my inability to carry heavy things!

"H-H-Hurry, S-Sir! We g-g-gotta get t-t-t-the o-oxyg-gen now!" I hear someone say. Everything gets even more fuzzy. This isn't going to end well. I hear a voice that sounds familiar.

"Your going to be okay... I promise..." It starts to say. I instantly recognize it, and say the name before everything goes black.

"Jade?"

I pass out.