It was group therapy. There were a bunch of other people around. Both Maka and Adora were there. They were in the same group therapy.

"Hi, I'm Adora, and I'm sixteen - and I've been drinking- drinking since I was fourteen." Adora sighed.

"Hi, I'm Maka and I'm also sixteen - and I've been starving myself for ten months." Maka looked at her hands as she didn't know why they had to do group therapy.

Everyone went around saying their name, their age, and why they were at the hospital and how long they've been doing it for. Everyone was here for a different reason, and they've been doing it from years to months to weeks to days. Adora was shocked to know that she wasn't the only one who had a drinking problem. Though during group time, everyone usually just listen. Maka didn't want to speak. Adora went ahead to express why she was drinking - though she made sure to keep a lot of names out of it. She didn't want people to know who she was - in case someone here was friends with her brother. It was possible - right? This the youth group, meaning everyone was from fourteen to seventeen was in this group.

Maka would hardly speak in the group therapy as she didn't like all that much. She knew too much of everyone and she didn't want other people to know about her. There was a girl, Adora and she was heavy drinking. Maka wanted to talk to her, but she seemed to rather be by herself. Neither of the two would truly talk about had happened to them.


It was a nice spring day, and they were going to be having group outside to enjoy the nice weather. Maka sat under a tree with a book that she wanted to read, but never found the time to read the book at all. The weather was nice for Spring. She just wished that she was allowed to listen to music, but they didn't want anything to trigger her to a downfall and revert back.

Adora looked over and spotted the bookworm. She seemed nice from what she saw, a loner. Adora walked over and sat next to Maka under the tree.

"Maka, right?" Adora asked.

"Y-yeah." Maka looked up and nodded her head.

"What book are you reading?"

"The Legend of King Arthur. It's a book my father teaches." Maka mutters.

"She's pretty shy. If she was friends with Black Star, he would bring her out of her shell" Adora thought as she looked at the girl.

"So, how are you doing with everything you have to do?" Adora asked.

"Not so well..." Maka sighed.

"Why not?"

"It's...much harder for me..."

"Right, she was starving herself. So the nurses have to take shifts to make sure that she eats everything." Adora remembers.

"What about you?" Maka asked - dragging Adora out of her thoughts.

"Oh! Well, I struggle with not trying to think about drowning myself in alcohol. I was shocked to even know that I would have to go here. Not the place I thought they would send me."

"Your parents?"

"I guess, you could call them that. They are more like my adoptive parents."

"Oh, I'm sorry, but I'm sure they still love you as if you they were own."

Maka and Adora started talking - and it was like they were always the best of friends. Though soon one of their worlds would grow dark. If anyone would thought about who it was - they would think that both girls would revert back to their old selves if they ever left. For Maka, it would be easy for revert back, she didn't have anyone at home to remember her to eat - or even watch her each 24/7. Adora, she could always go to another party and drink. Would either girl do it? Who knows. Though during group it was hard to express what was really on Adora's chest. It was during single therapy that she came out with the truth.


Adora's One on One Therapy Session

"What ever you say, will be only said to me." Dr. Medusa looked at Adora. "So, what is on your mind?"

"What if I fall back into drinking?"

"Why do you say that?"

"Because I feel like that drinking kept me alive, and right now, I don't know who I am."

"Is there a reason between the you sitting here, and the you who would be drinking?"

"It feels strange, and I have all these feelings that I'm not use to! Like when I had some alcohol in my system, I could care less about what was going on, but now I know what's going on - it's so strange."

"You aren't use to them. Give it time, Adora. You've only been here for a week. You don't get better in a week."


Maka's One on One Therapy Session

"So, Maka, I saw you and Adora talking earlier." Dr. Medusa pointed out.

"Hm." Maka said as she looked at the book on her lap.

"Do you like Adora?"

"I guess. She's nice."

"What do you like about her?"

"She...She's nice."

"Good. Anything else?"

"No."

"Maka, you know you should be making friends, maybe when you leave, you could meet up with someone you met."

"I just need my books."

Medusa looked at her notes. "Her father expressed how Maka doesn't make a lot of friends. I said I would try to help her with the eating and with her and make new friends as well.

"Maka, you know there are more than just reading out there. I would you like to try and be friends with Adora."

"Friends? With her?"

"Yes. Do you think you could learn three things about her and when we meet tomorrow, that you could tell me what those three things are?"

"I guess..."