Thank you sooooo much for the reviews; they really gave me the confidence to keep going with this story.

Here's another chapter- a little shorter than I planned but I wanted to get it up here.

Allison POV-

Her eyes fluttered open. Her head felt better and this time instead of darkness, she was greeted with sunlight streaming in from the windows. 'How long had she been here,' she thought. When she saw her mom last, she had been here for two days. 'How much time had passed between then and now?' she wondered. She swept the rest of the room with her eyes and saw that her parents were in a similar position as she found them previously. Instead of sleeping, her dad appeared to be reading, his glasses at the end of his nose. Her mom was staring at the ceiling. It was probably the only time she had ever seen her mom just staring into space. Her mom had always been too busy to take time and relax. It was odd to see her mom just sitting there without at least a book in her hands to occupy her mind.

"Mom," she said quietly, her voice raspy.

Like before, her mom quickly turned her eyes from the ceiling to Allison laying in her bed and hurried over to her bed.

"Ali," her mom said softly pulling Allison's hand into both of her own. Her mom's hands felt warm compared to her own. Allison reached down and pulled the blankets up to her chin. Her mom continued, "How are you feeling?" Her mom's eyes looked tired. Kind of like when she stayed at the office for a few days on the couch.

"I feel… okay," she heard herself say. "What happened?"

"What is the last thing you remember?" her dad asked as his hand stroked her hair. Her dad used to the same thing when she stayed home sick from school. He would sit with her on the couch stroking her hair while they watched cartoons. She missed those days.

"Mom and I were going to bake cookies. She went to the market to get something.." she trailed off, blanking on what occurred next.

"Honey," her mom said, "I came home from the market and found you unconsciousness in your room. Do you remember any of that?" she asked.

She shook her head. "I think I remember I didn't really feel well; but I don't remember anything else."

She looked up at her parents. "How long have I been here?" she asked looking at both of her parents. "I remember I woke up here and you told me I had been here for two days. How could that be possible?" she said getting a little nervous.

Her parents look at each other, "I'm going to go get Dr. Miller," her dad said and like the night before he was quickly out of the door looking for the doctor.

"What's wrong with me?" she asked, worried about what is could possibly be.

"Am I dying, do I have cancer?" she continued looking up at her mother for answers.

"No honey," her mother said quickly. Her mom bent down and kissed her head. "You aren't dying and you don't have cancer. The doctor will be the best person to answer all of your questions so why don't we wait till your dad gets back with Dr. Miller," she finished. Her mom sat down on the side of the bed and Allison scooted over a little to make more room for her.

"Where's Stevie and Jase?" she asked her mom.

"They're both at school today. They wanted to be here for you, but we convinced them to go to school," her mom said. "I think Jason just wanted to get out of a math test today." She said jokingly getting a small smile from Allison.

Just then, Dr. Miller and her dad came back into the room.

"Hi, Allison. How are you feeling today?"

"I'm feeling okay. What's wrong with me?" she asked the doctor, not wanting to deal with small talk.

Dr. Miller took her vitals, when she was done she finally answered.

"Well, Allison when you were brought about three days ago you were in something called diabetic ketoacidosis which was brought on by severely high blood sugar. What happened was your pancreas was not producing enough insulin to turn glucose into energy. To fight this, the liver produces ketones which can be used to produce energy. But the large amount of ketones in your blood caused it to turn acidic which caused you to fall into a diabetic coma," Dr. Miller said never taking her eyes off of Allison. "I know this is a lot of information, do you have questions?"

"So I'm diabetic?" she asked, "but I'm not overweight," she finished confused.

"You have what is called Type 1 Diabetes, which is not caused by weight or diet. It's just something that people can develop."

Allison looked at her parents, "Why was I unable to speak the other night?" she asked.

"That was due to the severe dehydration that usually always accompanies ketoacidosis," she answered. "We've had you on an IV since you were admitted and all of your levels are back to normal," she finished.

"The next step for you Allison is for you to see your primary pediatrician. Luckily her office is on the other side of the building and she's going to stop by later to talk to you and your parents about how to begin managing your diabetes."

"When can I go home?" she asked. She was eager to get home and get everything back to normal.

"Well I'd like to monitor your glucose levels and that you're staying hydrated, so it will probably be a few days before you get out of here," she finished.

"If you have any more questions or concerns, don't hesitate to have the nurse page me," she said as she made her way to the door.

"Thanks again doctor," her dad said to her as she left.

"So Noodle, how are you doing?" her dad asked her as he pulled up a chair.

"I don't even know how to process all of this," she said. Tears had began to form in her eyes. She tried to shake them away. "I feel so stupid for not telling you guys soon," she continued.

"Honey, why didn't you come to us if you weren't feeling well?" Her mom asked.

She was about to make up an excuse when she realized that lying and hiding things is what caused this whole mess. "I didn't want to bother you both. You guys are always so busy and always so stressed!" she exclaimed. "It just seemed like I would have added onto your stress and I didn't want to do that."

She looked up at her parents and she slightly regretted being honest with them. Looks of pure guilt were on their faces.

"Oh Noodle," her mom started. Allison watched as instead of finishing her thoughts, she put her head into her hands and started to softly cry.

"Mom! Please don't cry. I'm sorry. It was my fault, I should've noticed that my symptoms were more serious!" she said trying to get her mom to stop crying. This was not what she wanted to happen.

Her dad continued, "Aly, it's not your job to worry about your mom and I. It's our job as your parents to worry about you. You should have come to us as soon as you started feeling bad," he said looking into her eyes. "You have to promise us that moving forward you will let us know if you aren't feeling well so we can take you to the doctors. Okay?" he asked. "Diabetes is a serious issue and we need to make sure you stay healthy. We don't want a repeat performance of this hospital stay," he finished.

"I promise I'll let you know guys know how I'm feeling," she said.

"We love you so much Noodle and we don't want anything like this to happen to you again," her mom said. Her mom stood up and wrapped her arms around her. "I love you," she whispered again into her ear.

"Love you too Mom," she replied.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I don't personally suffer from Diabetes and had to do some research regarding the disease- I hope I didn't misinterpret the signs and symptoms... if I did please let me know in the comments.

If you liked it, review. If you didn't like it, review.

Next chapter should be up soon as I already have an idea of where I want the story to go.