"Does it matter if she's taller than me?"

That was the last thing I remember saying before they put me under. Something called anesthesia. Or was it anastasia? I don't know, one of those things. Whichever one it was, it made me feel very loopy in the head area. All I know is that now there is a second scar on my poor tummy. The one from my dad and the one that I got just a couple hours ago from the surgery. Oh, my poor little tummy.

They wheeled my little hospital bed into a room with another bed. I could only guess that it was Jade because Beck was sitting by that white bed. I don't think Beck would sit next to some stranger. So, yeah it had to be Jade. If it wasn't than Beck has finally lost his mind like the rest of us.

Beck got up from his chair and walked over to me. He sat down in one of the chairs nearest my bed and whispered into my ear.

"Thank you."

Jade was moving around in her little bed. We both looked toward her and went over.

"Hey hey!" I said when she looked at me.

Jade's eyes were kind of squinted. She reached a hand out and touched my face. I didn't know what she was doing, so I was kind of scared. Beck looked at me and Jade and decided to sit down. It must've been somewhat weird for him; he was all out of the loop and whatnot.

"Thanks Cat…" Jade said kind of lazily

"I'm sorry…"

Jade eyes opened to their full extent.

"Why are you so sorry?" she asked me.

It took a minute or two to get all my thoughts together.

"Well… This is all my fault. I could probably trace this back to years ago. If I didn't dye my h—"

"Don't say that. It's not your fault. Just some dude's named Mr. Valentine. It's his fault. And you have nothing to do with him anymore."

I laughed at Jade's logical thinking. As much as I didn't understand it, I'm glad that she said it. It's nice to know that she doesn't blame me for any of this junk. Even though, deep inside, I know that all this junk is my fault. I'll let her believe what she wants.

The door opened and Tori walked in wearing normal clothes. As opposed to a hospital gown, that is. They must have let her out the day before and we just didn't know. I was wondering where she was. As in she wasn't n the room where I left her in. Which was the room that we were in the first day. Am I loosing you at all?

"Hey guys. Cat, how'd the surgery go?"

I gave her two peppy thumbs up and tried to look as perky as possible. As if nothing had ever happened. But our scars say otherwise. And so do those people on the outside. The ones on the outside will never understand what has happened in the past couple of days. No matter how hard we tried to explain. Well, why would be any of their business any way?

"Hello?" Gina was at the door. "You guys are free to go, but I really suggest a lot of bed rest. Stay home from school for a little bit. I suggest going back next Monday. It will give four days of rest, and that should be good enough."

So that was it. That's the end of our hospital adventures. Beck drove us all back to Jade's apartment building and that was it. Well, it's not exactly the end. When we got up to the apartment, there was somewhat of a surprise.

There were a bunch of random people in grey jumpsuits tearing up the carpet. Other people were painting over the walls with white paint. Oh no! That put Jade over the moon.

"Dude! What are you doing to my apartment!"

Some man in a business suit came up behind us.

"Ms. West, we found out your little secret…"

It must've been the manager or something..

"Oh yeah, what secret?"

There was a little stare down between Jade and MR. Manager. If I were the manager, I would probably recoil into a little ball and then probably runaway.

"You, Ms. West, are not really 18. Are you?"

Another little stare down. Jade had to lie about her age? How could she even do that?

"So what?" Jade said somewhat in a snarky tone.

"We are kicking you out of this apartment…"