DISCLAIMER: I own the macaroni and cheese in my hands right now. Unless it's Dan Schneider in disguise, ready to offer me Victorious, then I DON'T OWN VICTORIOUS!

Cat's eyelids flitted as she looked up at me. "How'd you know?" She asked.

"The doctor was talking about it. When did you get your foster parents? And why won't they come make sure you're okay?" I was concerned.

"Okay. When I was-" Cat stopped to count on her fingers. "2, my parents divorced. My dad took me, and abused me for a year. He was reported to the CPS, and was sent to jail for 6 years. I was sent into foster care. Since then, I was tossed from one foster family to another, each taking me to a new therapist to 'figure me out'. Each putting different scars in my heart. I didn't feel like living anymore. I never counted on staying anywhere for a while. The only thing that kept me alive all those years was Robbie and you, ever since preschool. I finally found a sturdy home with Mr. and Mrs. Bullock, when I was 11. Until then, when I wasn't with my foster family of the month, I lived with my Aunt and Uncle on the weekends, and some summers, to give me some relief. They weren't much better, but they were family. They wanted to help, but they couldn't afford to feed and clothe a child every day. Luckily, they lived right next to you and Robbie. That's why you thought I lived there.

"Eventually, my foster family grew used to me. We don't act like a family, and they're usually focused on my crazy foster brother, Matt. My real mom sends me letters, saying that she misses me and wants to come to me, but can't." Cat choked on tears.

I wiped away some of my own tears. "Why can't she, Cat?"

"My dad threatened to kill her before he went to jail, so she's afraid to come out of hiding. She's changed her identity, her look, everything! She probably doesn't even remember what I look like." Cat sniffed. She closed her eyes as another tear slid down her cheek. "Please, please don't tell the others! Especially Robbie! He won't love me anymore!"

"Cat, of course he will!" I held her hand.

"Please! I'm begging you not to tell!" She whimpered. Her hand shook. "Please." She whispered.

"I won't tell. But I think you should at least tell Robbie." I stood up. "If you want your love to go further than boyfriend-girlfriend, he'll have to find out."

"Okay, Jade." She frowned. Just as I was about to step out of the room, she called over. "Jade? Will you bring me a banana-nut muffin and a strawberry milkshake?"

If Tori had asked that, I would have laughed right in her face, even if she WAS in the hospital. But I just nodded and walked out.

Suddenly, a doctor fell into me. He had had his ear up to the door! I slapped him across the face and pushed him to the ground. I looked around, brushed off my hands, and said, "Eavesdropping isn't nice, boys."

I walked back to my hospital room and stopped in the doorway. "I'm staying here with Cat." I demanded. Because I couldn't even think about going home.

Kinda short, sorry. Poor Cat! Will she tell Robbie? Will she hold back? Please review :)