Hi guys! Sorry for the delayed update, my life has been swamped. Thank you for everyone who has been giving their continuous support, as always. I wouldn't be here without all of you. Here is chapter 11! I also apologize for the shortness…..

Nurse Jackson**

Walking from Emma's room and toward the nursing station to meet the new patient, I see the all too familiar face, of Thomas.

"What are you doing here?" I ask, Emma has already has had enough of the bad news- she doesn't need anything else.

"Nurse Jackson, I am dropping off the new patient." Thomas gestures to the young girl who stands by him. She is shorter, with golden curls that were loose over her shoulders. Her eyes were droopy and she looks extremely tired. However, there is a glisten in her eyes that says she isn't a quitter. I take the newly typed file off the counter and read it:

Macy Reid

Age: 14

Parents: Deceased

Doctor: McAndrew

Diagnosis: Chronic Myeloid Leukemia

Treatment Options:

Chemotherapy

Bone Marrow Biopsy

TBD

"Hi, Sweetheart, what's your name?" I ask sweetly.

"Macy." She says.

To Thomas, I say, "I think we've got it from here." Silently, he places her social services folder in Brittany's outstretched hand, and leaves the hospital.

"So… What's it like here?" she asks quietly.

"Well, really it's like any other hospital, except a lot more fun," I joke with her, which results in a small smile. Progress.

"So, where will I be sleeping?" she asks.

"Let me show you." I lead her down the familiar hallway.

Macy's POV***

As the nurse leads me through the hallway, I can't help but wonder who I will be rooming with. This will be my twelfth "foster home" since I was five. Apparently I was too "difficult." To handle.

The nurse stops in front of a door that lead into a colorfully decorated room. Towards the back, there was a desk, with a girl sitting at it, staring intently at whatever she was working on. The patient had long brown hair and wore a hat. From what I could see, she was extremely skinny- almost too skinny. Nurse Jackson knocks on the door, startling the girl.

"Emma, can you come here for a moment?" the girl stands up, and slowly walks over to us. Her face was tear stained, but she wore a fake smile.

"Hi… Nurse Jackson what's going on?" Emma asks.

"This is Macy, your new roommate."

"ROOMMATE?" Emma exclaims, which startles me.

"Emma," Nurse Jackson hisses. "You will be nice, I know things are rough on you right now, but you will be nice." She says sternly, which makes Emma look guiltily at me.

"I'm sorry," she says. "I'm Emma." She starts over.

I hold out my hand, "Macy." Grabbing my hand, I notice how bony her fingers really are, I try not to stare too long, before she pulls away.

"I'll let you settle in." Nurse Jackson says, and leaves.

"So, what are you in for?" Emma asks me. I follow her into the room and sit next to her on the bed.

"Uh... Leukemia, Chronic Myeloid to be exact. You?"

"Anorexia." That explains it. I nod and look around the room.

"So, how long have you been here?"

"Five years."

"Wow. Um… alright." Emma laughs at my speechlessness.

"So where are your parents? Usually when a new kid is admitted their parents are all over them."

I look down awkwardly at my hands, "My parents died in a house fire when I was five." I say quietly.

"Oh, I'm so sorry…" she trails off, "So, are you in the foster system?" she asks.

"Yup. Been in twelve foster homes since my parents died." She nods slowly, wheels turning in her head.

"Me too." She suddenly blurts out. My head snaps up and looks at her.

"Seriously?" I ask.

"Yeah, I haven't been in one foster home before I was diagnosed, I've been here ever since."

"Oh." There was a silence so thick that it could be cut with a knife.

"You want me to introduce you to everyone else?" Emma asks.

I shrug my shoulders. "Sure." Slowly, we stand up and leave the room.

Flashback**

General POV

Emma stares at her first ever foster family. The smell of rotting food emerging from the drawers.

"We saved you! We gave you food after you have never had any! And yet you still choose not to eat!" she yells at the quivering eleven year old.

"I'm sorry!" she cries, tears streaming down her face.

"I… I can't even bare to look at you. You disgust me! I fed you food off of our table! And yet you shove it in your room to rot! I… I'm calling Thomas." She shouts back, and stalks out of the room.

Falling to her knees, Emma's head falls into her hands. She's ruined everything once again.

Okay, so honestly I don't really like this chapter. It took me forever to write and I'm not very happy with it, but I wanted to get something up for you. One question, although the story isn't even close to being finished, I need to know if you want a sequel, so I know which direction to continue going. So sequel yes or no? So, I hope you liked it and let me know what you think. Reviews are always wonderful to read, and it always brightens my day Thank you soooo much for reading and until next time… Bye for now!