Hi everyone, FBH here. This is a sequel to Fantasy, another story I wrote. If you haven't read it, STOP and read it now. Just click my name and you'll see it when you come across my stories. So yeah. I still own nothing, except for the Tri-State Area of Danville. Muahahahaha! In your face, Doctor Doofenschmirtz! [Phineas and Ferb reference sorry]

"Honey, you're in the hospital. You fainted from an anorexic coma a week ago and we had to bring you here." Every time I looked around the four cold walls keeping me from exiting this healthcare prison, the words my mother spoke to me when I'd first woken up echoed in my head. It's not my fault. I thought bitterly. If my friends had just told me they didn't like me anymore I'd have moved on and found new friends instead of not eating. It's all their fault that just when I was about to be discharged, the depression test came back positive.

"It's not my fault!" I yelled out in frustration. The blonde head of an overly perky doctor peeped through the crack in the open door.

"What was that, hon?" She asked cheerily.

"Nothing." I mumbled icily and reached for my sketchbook as the doctor, Dr. C. Johnson closed the door. My fingers touched cold faux metal instead of the ever-present cardboard that was the cover of my book. Whaaa-? I thought angrily. I tugged the cord on to the remote, bringing it up to my bed. I punched the red 'summon nurse' button repeatedly until the less-perky twin of Dr. C. Johnson, Dr.I. Johnson opened the door.

"What is it, Grey?" She asked, with a grumpy tone to my voice. "You do know that every time you press that button, an alarm yells 'Nurse needed in room 513-B' really loudly?"

"I could care less about your stupid problems, ya work in the nut shack, ya get nuts." I retorted. "Now, tell me where the heck my damn sketchbook is!" My voice bounced off the sterile white walls.

"First of all, Ms. Kohaku, this is not a 'nut shack', this is the psychiatric wing of the Good Samaritan Hospital. Second of all, we examined the contents of your sketchbook and found that your drawings are mainly the source of your depression."

"WHAT KINDA QUACK DOCTOR ARE YOU? MY SKETCHBOOK WAS MY ONLY ESCAPE FROM IDIOTS LIKE YOU!" I roared, making her take a step backwards. I was still too weak from my coma to get up -it had only been eight days- but I was definitely strong enough to yell.

"Calm down. It's for your own good. Soon you'll lose the notion that you will ever do some ridiculous dance with a character from some cartoon, and then we'll be one step closer to getting you to take your medication as told." I wanted so bad to tell her that I did do 'some ridiculous dance with a character from some cartoon', but I knew if I told her this, they'd A) Lock me up in a padded room, or B) Dismiss it as depressed hallucinations or a dream and hand me more medication. I was already on tons of medication, (well, I was supposed to be on tons of medication, but I never ate hospital food for fear they put meds in it, and would only eat if my sister Anne snuck in McDonald's for me. On top of that, I refused to swallow any pills they gave me, even if it was for sleeping. I wasn't afraid of the pills, I just didn't want some stupid prescription just because I was sad.)

"Look, lady," I snapped after a moment of reflection. "If I want to like Avatar: The Last Airbender, then I can like it. You have no say in what I can and can't do. I don't think the Dancing Dragon is 'ridiculous', nor do I think that just by dreaming that Zuko and I would dance aforementioned Firebending form then putting in on paper, I think that that will happen. Avatar characters would never be able to come into this world. And if they did, they'd be focusing on a way to get back, not dance. Holy Agni, they give out doctor licenses to anyone these days." I conveniently forgot to mention in this little foreshadowing dialogue, however, that people could find their way into the Avatar world. Just then, Dr. Johnson's pager beeped and she had to leave. Too bad, because I had a lot more to say and not much of it was K+ rated. Oh well, maybe another time. I pulled out the remote, only to find that NickToons was blocked and my Avatar DVDs were gone.

"Ha-ha, loopholes." I laughed evilly and pulled out my Legend of Korra DVD.

So, I hope you all enjoyed the 1st installment of my very 1st sequel! Oh boy, I bet that the EOSAS for this one's going to be awesome. But anyways, I'm going to try and make this story longer and more detailed so it takes up more than 4 chapters and an EOSAS. Also: What happened was when Grey was about to be discharged from the hospital [not literally, it was about a day before she was about to leave] when the doctors came in and told her she had mild to moderate depression and had to be kept for another week or so. Poor Grey, I'm ruining her fictional life. See ya!