My name is Madelyn, but you can call me Maddy. I'm a sophomore in high school, well I guess I'm a junior now. You see I just ended my sophomore year at Los Angeles Central High School. I'm just your average teenage I guess, I'm not popular but I'm also not a loser. I have plenty of friends but non I really like. I like jeans and sneakers. Music is a life saver, well my life saver. As much as I put of a tough girl look I love teeny bopper bands.

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"Mom do I have to go?" I practically begged my mom to let me stay home but it was no use.

"No Maddy your going. And that's final!"

"But mom, you know I hate hospitals!" It's true I hate hospitals with a living passion, ever since breaking some weird bone in my ankle at one of my tennis matches, I just hate going anywhere near hospitals.

"Madelyn your cousin is in the hospital, your going to go see her."

You see my four year old cousin was admitted into the hospital a few weeks ago for something to do with her lungs. As much as I love her I just don't want to have to walk the halls of that creepy hospital. I mean hanging around doctors who don't know what there doing half the time and being in those crowded hospital rooms with all the beeping machines, just ehhh I don't know.

"Get your coat Maddy, I'll be waiting in the car." No backing out now.

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"Hun please take those God forsaken earplugs out of your head."

"Mom there called headphones."

"Well, whatever there called please take them out of your ears so we can talk."

"About what mom? What could you possibly want to talk about?"

"Never mind go ahead and listen to your music." Which is exactly what I did. I put my headphones back in my ears and turned up Mayday Parade's Miserable at Best as loud as it would go. The song sort of fit my mood right now.

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We arrived at the hospital at a little after ten. The sun was blazing down on the blacktop at Loyola Medical University in Los Angeles. Oh boy here we go. Next stop; hell central.

Right as we walked into the hospital I could just tell this wasn't going to be a walk in the park. It looked like an episode of E.R. Doctors were running everywhere and people were spread out all over the waiting room throwing up and coughing. Joy. We walked up to the front desk and asked what room my cousin was in. After getting a visitors pass and walking into the elevator, I pressed button four.

As soon as the doors opened there was a huge sculpture of Ronald McDonald. Ehh clowns not a good way to start this journey. As we walked to my cousins room I couldn't help but look into the other rooms as we passed. The first room had a little girl about five who look like she was going through cancer. The second room was a little boy who sounded like he had strep throat but six times worse. The third room is what interested me the most. There was a boy about my age laying in his bed with a whole bunch of wires coming out of him. In some strange way I thought I knew him.

Finally room twenty two came and we stepped inside. My aunt was laying in the hospital bed with my cousin and they were watching a movie.

We chatted for a while talking about when Sara was going to be able to come home. My aunt had little information but said she would know more once Sara had more X-Rays on her lungs.

It got boring fast. I pulled out my iPod and listened to music for awhile before I noticed my stomach was asking for food.

"Hey, aunt Jen I'm going to go hit up the cafeteria, you want anything?" I asked my aunt as I headed for the door.

"No thanks Maddy."

"Alright suit yourself, I'll be back."

As I walked by the room were that familiar boy was in, I couldn't help but peek in again. He was alone, with his back towards me. It looked like he was on his cell phone but like he was trying to hide it. I'm guessing he wasn't supposed to have his cell phone. As soon as I was about to walk away I heard the boy curse under his breath. I walked back to the doorway and looked in. He had dropped his phone, and couldn't reach it because of all the wires he was attached to.

"Here let me help," before I knew it I walked into the room and picked up his phone, handing it back to him I knew exactly who this boy was. "Nick Jonas?"