Hiya, here's Chapter 11. Hope you like it. Please read and review . . . And i'd just like to say happy birthday to someone for yesterday! You know who you are . . . .

Claire's POV

The next morning the doctor came down and told me he wanted to take me for an MRI scan. He didn't tell me why he wanted to do this, he just said he wanted to rule out all the possibilities one at a time.

"How many possibilities are there?" I asked dismayed. "It not like there's anything seriously wrong with me!"

"Thats what we are hoping is going to be the case." Dr Marshel replied. "But until then we have to treat it as a worse case senario."

"Thats it, stay positive." I muttered.

"Did you say something?" I pouted my lips and shook my head, saying "No Dr Marshel, I didnt say anything." Wanting desparately to change the subject, I asked "When is my MRI?"

"Well," Dr Marshel looked down at his clip board. "I haven't booked you in yet but there are two free slots, one in 5 minutes, or one at half two. They're cancellations." Cancellations? Did tgat mean the people died or what? Never mind., I didnt want to think about it.

"The one in 5 minutes?" Shane said he was coming in with the others at 11, 2 hours from now and as much as I'd love for him to come with me, I'd rather get it over and done with now.

"Ok then miss Danvers, I'll just go get you a porter to . . ."

"No." I said. "I can walk."

"Are you sure?" What did he think I was?

"Yes, I am sure." I replied, trying not to sound sarcastic and disrespecful.

"Alright then, right this way please." Getting out of bed I began to follow the tall doctor, thinking how all of this was completely unnessary.

"Claire!" I heard a voice scream from behind me. I turn to see my best friend running straight for me and then before I knew it I was tackled into a hug.

"Hey." I squilled, trying to get some air. Eve, noticing this, then started on a rant. "Oh my goodness CB, I'm so sorry are you ok? How are you feeling? Do you need to sit down? Tell what you need!"

"What I need," I began, " Is for you to relax. I'm ok! I feel fine." I laughed. I saw Eve's shoulder relax and gave her another quick hug.

"Hey." Michael said, coming over to give me a kiss on the head. "Good to see you're ok."

"Back off vamp, or I'll stake you." I heard Shane say as he got between me and Michael, giving me a long, sweet kiss on the lips. At this moment, we were all stood in a random corridor near where the shops were by the entrance. I had gotten board so decided to wondered around for a bit. The MRI had scared me. I didnt even want to think about it. I didnt need to have the MRI in my opinion, but I scares me to think that they think I need it.

"Hey Shane." I giggled as he pulled away.

"Hey beautiful." He replied. "You ok now?"

"Yes." I said with confidence. "I am." And I wasnt lying. I felt absolutely fine.

"So when are they letting you out?" Eve asked, jumping up and down a little bit, as if the idea of getting out of the hospital was the most excitingthing ever, which to her it might be.

"um . . ." I wasnt quite sure what to tell them. I looked away from Shane and over to Eve to Nswer her when over her shoulder I saw a blonde girl coming out of the magazine shop. I squinted my eyes to see if she was who I thought she was and yes,, it was. It was the girl with the vest. Only right now, she was the girl with no vest.

"Claire?" I had to talk to her. I don't know why but it felt like I was drawn to her. "Excuse me a sec, I have to . . . " My voice trailed off as I left my confused and ran towards the vest girl.

"Hey!" I shouted. "Hey there!" She turned around, hearing the comotion. When she saw me waving she stopped walking and smiled, waving back like we were old friends. I finally cqught up with her but soon realised that I had no idea what to say to her. 'Hey! You don't know me but I think we should talk because I have a funny feeling! Wanna be friends?' No, that wouldnt go down well. Fortunately for me, I didnt have to worry.

"Hi! I was hoping to see you again." She greeted me, sounding happy.

"um you were?" This I had suprised me.

"Yeah I know it sounds stupid but I had a feeling that we were meant to be friend." She stuck her hand out towards me. "My name is Aria." Laughing while shaking her hand I said "Its really nice to meet you Aria. I'm Claire." Aria had beautiful crystal blue eyes, which stood out from her nearly transparent skin.

"So," I began, wondering where to start. "I didnt see you this morning, or last night. Did the Doctors move you or something?" I asked, curious.

"Yeah, I only just got admitted again yesterday. They always put me in my own room,"

"How come?" I wonder why they didnt put me in my own room. "Because else I'd keep everybody up with my coughing. . ." She took a deep breath. "Ive got a disease called cystic fibrosis."

"Oh." I had heard of this respiratory disease, when a persons lungs were affected or something. I didnt know much but I knew that the life expectancy is not high. "Its ok," Aria smiled. "I've had it since I was little. I'm used to, you know, the treatments and stuff."

It suddenly clicked "I vest?" I asked, beginning to understand.

"Hmm. it vibrates, helping to get all the gunk out of my lungs. On of the many pleasures i have to endure each and everyday." She cleared her throat, giving a little cough. "I'm on the transplant list, so i'm hoping i'll get a new pair a lungs soon. But enough about me, what about you? What in doing in this prison?"

I liked this girl. She didn't shy away from the uncomfortable stuff, just comes right out with it. More people should be like that. "Dunno." i said simply. "They've ran a few tests but . . ."

I was interrupted by Dr Marshel suddenly appearing infront of me. "Sorry to interrupt, Miss Danvers, but could you please come with me. I have you're scan results . . . "