I stroked my baby's cheek as I gave her a kiss on her knuckles.

"Mommy will be back, Mia-bug." I said as tears began to sneak to my eyes.

"Don't go, mommy." Miranda whined as I felt my tears flow out of my ducts faster, the salty tears stroking my cheeks.

"I promise, you'll be okay, Miranda." She looked over at Johnny with curiosity.

"You'll be fine, kiddo." Johnny said, his hand stroked her chubby baby cheek. I looked over at him…he might be dim but I could see that he cared for Miranda. I didn't know what to do, should I tell Miranda he was her father? Or should I keep it a secret longer?

"Angela?" Gina asked as I looked over with a 'hm?' "We should talk this over with your parents."

"Oh. Right…" I gave Miranda one more kiss on her knuckles as we left the room, I looked back to see her crying. I felt so terrible. My baby needed me! And…I was…

I felt a hand on my shoulder…Johnny…

"She'll be fine." He reinsured me. That stupid, retarded guy who didn't know what pregnant meant was actually…probably right?

"Miss…" I heard a nurse from another part of the hallway, "You can't smoke here."

"I can smoke wherever the hell I want to!" That voice…and smoking?! If that even came close to Miranda what would happen? I didn't want to think about that as I stomped towards the voice.

"Get out of here, Nanette!" I yelled, "And don't even THINK about lighting that cigarette!"

"Or what, Angela Anaconda?" I clenched my fists as my knuckles turned white. I did the unthinkable and punched the bitch's face. Nanette fell on her buttocks as I kicked her sides.

"You think this is funny? Huh!" I grabbed her wrists and began to punch her face, "You think my life is a game?!"

"Get off me!" Nanette cried as I gave a final punch to her now bloody face. The bitch began to whimper.

"Please…I'm sorry."

"Hey! Angela! She's down! C'mon let's just go!" Gina pushed me away from her. Why did I do that? Did I really just cave in? What if Miranda was there and saw me punching my enemy? What would that have taught her? Gordy began to take his inhaler, probably out of fear.

"Angelaaaaa…" He began, "What was that for?"

"She…she just pissed me off, okay?!" I began to tear, what kind of role model would I be for Miranda? I collapsed on my knees. Trying to push my tears back.

We eventually made it to my parents who were waiting in the waiting room.

"Angela?" mom asked as I sniffed.

"Cystic Fibrosis…Miranda has cystic fibrosis." Mom gasped.

"That's serious." She said as Dad pulled me into a hug.

"She'll be fine, angel wings." He reinsured me as I shook my head.

"What if she won't be? What if I lose her?" I began to sob.

"We won't lose her…" I looked over at Johnny who was shaking, I sensed my parents turn white as ghosts.

"What's he doing here?" dad asked as I pushed out of his hug.

"Now's not the time to be arguing, Miranda's life is at stake." I said, wiping my tears.

"She's right, dear." Mom said as dad sighed. "Now what are our options, Angela?"

"Surgery or medicine for the rest of her life." There was silence until dad broke it.

"Come on, let's see what surgery can do."

"So surgery won't cure her?" I asked as the nurse shook her head.

"It'll help, but it won't cure her." It was silent again

"Mommy, pick me up." Miranda whined, I looked over at the nurse who nodded her head, saying it was okay for me to pick her up. I scooped my baby in my arms.

"It's okay, Miranda." I sobbed, "It'll be okay."

"Mommy, I scared." She whimpered.

"I am too, baby." I inhaled, "but mommy will be with you all the way through this. Okay?"

"Okay." She clenched my shirt tighter.

I put my Miranda back in her bed, stroking her cheek.

"You'll be fine…" I began, "You'll be fine." I looked over at the nurse.

"We'll do the transplant surgery."

I HAVE GOTTA STOP ABANDONING THIS FIC! I'm so sorry! Anyway I'll try to update faster.