If you are Jarley fan, then sorry, but I'm a Ryley fan. But don't worry, there's only a few chapters like this. And there's at least one Jarley chapter. Or two. I forget and I don't have my notebook near me right now!

Now onto "Sisters."

Marley was strong enough to actually get out of the hospital bed and move around, but she held tightly on to something while she did. So she received a walker from the staff. She used it almost every chance she had and then she would walk as much as she could, but not for long, as the hospital didn't want her to move. In Marley's mind it was simple: Too low on weight, you're loosing those calories you need, so you have to sit.

She loathed it, all of it. But she loved it when Ryder visited her that morning. He said he was skipping his classes all day, though asked the Glee kids (minus Kitty) to say that he was going in late. He stayed with Marley the entire time until he had to leave for Glee practice. He had helped Marley walk around a little bit without her walker and sat with her as she took an hour and a half to eat a portion of her grilled cheese sandwich. He was patient with her and she loved it.

"So I'll be back tomorrow." Ryder said to Marley, shuffling the cards in his hand and getting ready to play a card game with Marley at the table in her room. "Jake said he's coming along too. Artie might come too."

"After school." Marley's weak voice said.

"Deal. Artie want's to race you." Ryder grinned. "Jake and Artie verse you and me. Team Marder verse Team Jartie."

"Why not...Ryley...sounds better." She gave a small smile.

"Fine, Ryley." Ryder said, kissing her cheek. "I love you, Marley."

"I love you." She said, a tear fell from her eye.

"What's wrong?" Ryder asked, using his thumb to brush away the tear from her eye, with a concern expression on her face.

Marley let a few more tears out as she placed her face in her hands. "I want to get out of here, Ryder. I want to go back to Glee and see everyone. But I miss my Mom the most."

"You'll be out of here in no time. Just do what the doctors keep telling you and you'll be out of here, Marley." Ryder said with an optimistic grin. "You'll be fine."

That's what the doctors keep telling me. And yet I still fell like shit. Marley thought. Marley sucked in the air and looked over at Ryder as he shuffled the cards again. "Ryder, do you know how much I weight? The doctors won't let me, or my Mom, and when they check me weight they force me to stop on the scale backwards."

"I do." Ryder said, finishing the card shuffling. "But I won't tell you."

"Please?" She pleaded.

"No, I won't allow you to get yourself even more sick than you already are Marley." Ryder told her sternly, his eyes serious.

"Just give me a hint?" She asked, almost dying to know.

"No."

"Please!" She was crying now. "I just want to know how much I weigh right now. Please, Ryder, please!"

"No!" Ryder said. He was shocked at her behavior. Did she honestly want to know this badly how much she weighed? He couldn't tell her and he refused to tell her that her weight was in a dangerous zone. "Marley please understand me."

"What? You think I'm fat?" She asked.

"No!" Ryder said.

Ryder got up from his seat and moved to the other side. He kneeled in front of Marley, facing her eye-to-eye, with both his hands holding hers. Gripped firmly and protectively. "Marley Susan Rose, you are the best person I had ever met in my life. You are amazing. You are magical. You're incredible. You're stunning. You're astounding. You're breathtaking. You're extraordinary. You're beautiful. You have to be blinder than a bat in the deepest darkest forest of the Amazon Jungle in South America, to say that you're body isn't what everyone else wants it to be. And Marley, we want you. Not your body. Just you, your character and your vocal."

Marley pursed her lips, listening to him speak with tears almost in his eyes. She felt miserable for making him this way. For making everyone feel like this. For making everyone... lose Sectionals.

"Okay." Marley said, giving a faint smile. She pulled him for a hug and he hugged her, warmly and firmly. "I'll get better.

A few hours later after Ryder had left. Marley was laying in her bed and reading the books her mother brought her. She was reading The Hunger Games for the tenth billionth time in a row. But she didn't want to be in the hospital reading her favorite book. She wanted to be in her room, covered in her favorite navy blue blanket, resting her head on her favorite violet pillows. She started to remember her room. Purple walls with a blue carpet on her floor with a mattress on the floor and a mattress on top of that mattress; that was her bed and she loved it that way. Her curtain were pure white with little pink flowers along the edge. Her desk was opposite of her bed and her wardrobe was literally a small closet, a child' size closet, and a bunch of boxes.

She then remembered Kitty's bedroom from her sleepover. Pink walls with a pink carpet with yellow curtains along her windows that lead to her balcony. A cream ceiling that was almost pure snow white too. Her queen size bed with the white bench couch thing at the end of her bed. A walk in closet next to her bed too, filled with riches that Marley could never afford even if she had sold her soul to the Devil himself. Pictures of birds and cartoon cats along the wall and most importantly (or not most importantly), the door that lead to her large bathroom. A huge glass shower and... words that couldn't even describe how amazing her bedroom was.

She wanted that life. She wanted that Kitty Wilde life.