Chapter 12. Hey World, I Have Diabetes!

She was in the hospital for two weeks this time. I tried visiting everyday. But she hadn't woken up yet. I officially hated diabetes. Even more than when I found out I had it. But whats worse, is that nobody knows I have it ouside my family and the doctors and well, Izzy too. The guys and I were at a concert. It was between songs and Joe was talking. I decided it.

"Joe. Let me talk." I said. He nodded and handed the mike to me.

"Hey. Um.. So real quick….Who here knows what Diabetes is?" Hands raised. I looked to Joe and Kevin, and they looked surprised. "Who here has diabetes?" Hands raised. I raised my hand. There were gasps. "Yeah, so about a two years ago, We were on tour. And we started noticing some like... Weight loss and bad additude, all not me. And what I didn't know at the time, was that these are some of the symptoms of Diabetes. And I had it. My blood sugar was over 700, and normal is like.. 70 to 120. I got training for how to keep up with it and all that. My brothers were there through all of it.

So, I'm not sure if you guys have heard of her, but my best friend Izzy Wentz is a singer. And One night we were talking, and she fell. She has diabetes too, an she said to me 'I haven't eaten in like two days' and when you have diabetes, that's really bad. I promised her that I would never let her go there again. So on my last tour I didn't see her for forever. And the day I got back, about two weeks ago, I saw an ambulance going to her house. She's been unconscious for two weeks from a blood sugar level of 2. Now, the reason I'm telling you this, is that this last song, I wrote for her." Joe and Kevin looked at each other. Then nodded.

"So, I know this girl.

She practically rocks my world

She speaks a thousand languages

but doesn't need to say a word

She listens when I'm angry,

and she almost never gets mad

but I just hope she won't remember

that thirty bucks I owe her so bad.

She perfect in the most

imperfect way,

and I just wish she could stay.

I don't get surprised,

when she sings through her eyes.

And as I watch her smile,

I wish she'd stay for a while

But I'll always know,

that when I'm at her show

She sings my song,

And says that I'm never wrong.

But the bad thing still is

She seems to find it hard to live.

She knows how to rock out hard

But she can be so quiet

And she knows my ways

So I'll Just say 'Okay.'

I promised her that we'd be DBFL

And that she'd never be in danger

And I can't help but believe

She's always gonna be her.

She perfect in the most

imperfect way,

and I just wish she could stay.

I don't get surprised,

when she sings through her eyes.

And as I watch her smile,

I wish she'd stay a while

But I'll always know,

that when I'm at her show

She sings my song,

And says that I'm never wrong.

But the bad thing is

she finds it hard to live.

(Spoken)

The sad thing is,

She screams for hope

even though

She cries for others.

But I just wish she would stay.

Then everything would be just fine

She perfect in the most

imperfect way,

and I just wish she could stay.

I don't get surprised,

when she sings through her eyes.

And as I watch her smile,

I wish she'd stay a while

But I'll always know,

that when I'm at her show

She sings my song,

And says that I'm never wrong.

But the bad thing is

she finds it hard to live.

She finds it hard to live.

She finds it hard to live.

I know this girl.

Who's absolutely perfect.

In the most imperfect way."

"THANK YOU!"

I was sitting at home. Just then my cell phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Snuffleupagus, You promised."

"Isabella!"

"Who else?" she said. "Where are you?"

"Home."

"Get to the hospital. I miss you."

Izzy's POV.

I sat in bed. I was waiting for Nick. He ran into the room.

"Snuffles." I said.

"Fishy." He said. I smiled.

"Oh, I have to show you something. He pulled out a laptop and turned it on. He turned it to me. It was a video of him.

"You have a video of yourself on your computer. Conceited much?"

"Just watch. This was last night's concert. Well, part of it." I watched it. He started talking. About his diabetes. And me. And then there was a song.

So, I know this girl.

She practiacally rocks my world

She speaks a thousand languages

but does't even need to.

She listens when I'm angry,

and she almost never gets mad

but I just hope she won't remeber

that thrity bucks i owe her bad.

She perfect in the most

inperfect way,

and I just wish she could stay.

I don't get supprised,

when she sings through her eyes.

And as I watch her smile,

I wish she'd stay a while

But I'll always know,

that when I'm at her show

She sings my song,

And says that I'm never wrong.

But the bad thing is

she finds it hard to live.

She knows how to rock out hard

But she can be so quiet

And she knows my ways

So I'll Just say 'Okay.'

I promised her that we'd be DBFL

And that she'd never be in danger

And I can't help but believe

She's always gonna be her.

The song ended.

"Oh my god…. Snuffleupagus. You make me smile."

"I'm glad you liked it. I… I felt really bad. You were right. I was a jerk to do that to you. Your dad thought it might be a good idea to do the song thing at your concert."

"What's DBFL?"

"Diabetic Best Friends for Life. I got it from Scrubs."

"Oh." I said.