Brittany—

I groaned, re-situating myself in the uncomfortable chair, careful not hurt my shoulder anymore. That was easier said than done, actually. A lot of things were.

Nicole's room was the same as yesterday, plain and boring and silent. The stupid heart monitor constantly beeping in my ears. I hated it, yet it felt like music, letting me know she was still alive.

"How is she?"

I looked up, seeing a couple in the doorway. I smiled slightly, seeing half of one of my favorite bands with his wife.

Joel and Moriah. Under any other circumstances, I'd probably be excited and jump up and hug them.

"Still in a coma," I answered.

"May we come in?" Moriah asked.

"Sure, I guess." I mumbled.

Joel smiled slightly, allowing Moriah to go in front of him. I watched them, their every move. Moriah sat on the small sofa on the other side of Nicole's bedside, Joel doing the same thing.

"Do they know if she'll wake up soon?" Joel questioned, looking at me with a soft expression.

"No, they don't." I sighed, shaking my head. I swallowed, giving a dry laugh. "Not to sound rude, but why are y'all here? We're just two girls going into the system."

Moriah smiled, looking up at her husband. Then back to me.

"Well, uh, we spoke to a social worker. We're becoming your foster parents." She explained.

"Hm." I hummed. There was no point, I was going to try and get emancipated when I turn 16.

"You seem upset, love." Joel stated, "Why?"

I sighed, "You're some of my favorite artists, you're not supposed to be my foster parents. I just want to go home and be with my parents, and listen to their stupid flirting. I want to be at home with Nicole and listen to her judging my music." I swallowed my tears and shook my head, "This wasn't supposed to happen."

~*~*~

I looked up, seeing Joel leave the room as his phone went off. Moriah gave him a reassuring smile, then brought her foot up and rested it on the edge of the sofa.

"Brittany, let's get to know each other." Moriah smiled, "I'll let you go first."

"Um— I like acting, singing. I love music. I like playing guitar." I laughed slightly, "I love teasing Nicole, especially since she does it back."

"I have a sister, she's a little older than me. Bianca, is her name." Moriah smiled, "I don't like her at times, but she's my big sister and I don't know what I'd do without her. Nicole will wake up, if not for her, then for you."

"How do you know?" I questioned, "She's still comatose."

"Have faith," she whispered, "God will take care of everything. We're on his shoulders." She smiled at the reference she made.

"Funny," I murmured.

"I'm serious though," she stated, "God has everything under control."

Moriah and I both looked up, seeing Joel enter the room again. He sat down next to his wife, kissing her cheek.

"That was Luke, he just checking on us since I haven't been at practice." Joel stated.

I looked over at Nicole, not wanting to eavesdrop on their conversation. I sucked in a deep breath, studying Nicole.

She had stitches as well, bruises down her arms and on her face. Surprisingly, she had no broken bones, or any other major injury other than the serious concussion that made doctors put her into a coma.

"Brittany?" Joel asked softly.

I looked up, meeting his eyes.

"Hm?" I hummed.

"Would you like to go get something to eat?" He questioned, "Chickfila, IHop, Denny's? I'm sure you'd like a decent breakfast."

I shook my head, "I won't leave Nicole."

"Understandable," Joel nodded, "Maybe I could pick something up for you. Would you like that?"

"You don't have too." I mumbled, resting my head against my good shoulder, looking over Nicole.

I was terrified that I was going to lose her. I done lost our parents, but if I lost her too, my world was done for.

~*~*~

"Please don't take my sunshine away," I whispered, once again trying to keep my tears at bay.

Joel crouched down next to the chair I was sitting in, holding out a styrofoam box. He smiled softly.

"Here." He whispered, "You like french toast?"

I nodded, quietly taking the box from him. "Thank you," I murmured.

"Talk to me, Britt. Can I call you that; Britt?" He asked.

"Yeah," I sighed, "My friends call me Britt. But what do you want to talk about?" I questioned.

"Anything, anything at all." Joel shrugged, "How about your life? School? Do you like school?"

"It's okay," I replied, "I like hanging out with my friends. Laughing and talking about cute guys. I guess I like learning."

"I know you said something about us being your favorite artists. Is there something wrong with Moriah and I being your foster parents?" Joel asked.

Moriah looked up from her spot on the couch, waiting patiently for an answer.

"No," I stated, "It's just weird, honestly. Many people dream about this; being the kid of their favorite singers. I just don't want it to be like this."

I sighed, setting the untouched box on the table next to me, that was attached to the bed. I bit my lip, running my fingers through my hair.

"Do you want a hug?"

I nodded slightly. Joel gave a small smile and stood up. Being careful with my shoulder, Joel managed to hold me in a hug. I sniffled, laying my head against his shoulder.

"I miss them so much," I whimpered.

"I know, love. We're here for you." He reassured, "We're here for you."