Were Does the Line of Friendship Begin {Madison}

[saara]

Saara sighed as she disentangled herself from the group of young kids, waving them good-bye as she headed out into the hall, to get away from them. Since a bad asthma attack a week ago, her mother had bidden her to stay on the third floor whenever she was in the hospital, in the pediatrics unit, were her mom worked. It was torture, since she didn't like being mobbed by the younger children, but it at least gave her enough room so that she could avoid her mom most of the time. As she ambled down the hall, her blue-green eyes glanced into each of the rooms; some of them were empty, others held young children.

One occupant made Saara stop; a fifteen year-old-girl with brown hair, someone who didn't like to play with building blocks or giggle at every little thing. Considering she had nothing better to do until her mom got off work (finishing her homework occupied her attention for all of five minutes), she was curious. More so since she had no idea who the teenager was, which was a tad unusual since in the past three years of being a patient and a random visitor, she'd met a lot of the regulars.

Politely, Saara knocked on the door before she actually went into the room; if the teenager didn't want her there, all she had to do was tell her. "Hello. Whatcha in for?" The question was blunt, and can before she even introduced herself; she wanted to know what was wrong with the teenager. If it was something stupid, she would immediately start laughing her head off, considering she'd meant a lot people with serious illnesses in her lifetime (it came with the parents.)

[Madison Midnight]

Madison had just gotten out of the intensive care unit and put in the pediatric unit when they figured out that she wasn't going to go into a seizure again. Why couldn't any one just leave her alone? She was fine. She so didn't need to be in this stupid hospital, she needed to be back at the concert finishing up her sound check so she could go onstage, perform and sign autographs then go home and do it all again the next day. But no, she was stuck in a hospital with a bunch of whiny sick people instead of living out her pop star life. Well it was actually a good thing she was in the hospital cause her rising fame is actually what sparked what she was going threw now. She hated every second of being in this stupid building with all of its stupid doctors. Sighing she rubbed her eyes.

She had totally ignored the whole hospital gown thing and was laying in her hospital in dark blue skinny jeans, stripped pink socks and a black hoodie was on covering her small tiny stomach. She had a hot pink sharpie by her bed like she always did just in case she ever needed to sign something. Even though she knew she wasn't going to be signing autographs here, it was just a bad habit to keep it with her. She pulled up her sleeve and scratched at the IV that was stuck into her arm and picked at the oxygen tube going threw her nose, she had been having trouble breathing ever since she woke up from her little pass out. How much did that suck? She wanted to be up and running around and dancing and singing and being a teenager. Not a doll sitting in a bed for the rest of her life.

She looked up as some one walked into her room and she flicked back a brown strand of hair looking the young girl up and down. She didn't look like she wanted anything signed so she set her sharpie back down on the table and kicked the blankets off her legs folding her arms a bit. Calm down Madison. No need to loose your temper and work your self up just to have your self pass out again. What am I in for? Makes it sound like prison...o wait. It is. She had to think for a minute first. "Uhh...passed out...then had a diabetic seizure...well a lot of them apparently." She said scratching her head in thought. She couldn't really remember, but she decided to leave the whole anorexia part out. "I'm Madison Midnight by the way." She thought the majority of people knew her name by now but guess not. "What brings you to this *cough*Lovely*cough* Hospital?" She asked tilting her head to the side looking down with icy blue eyes.

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[saara]

The fact that Madison was wearing normal clothes screamed snob to Saara, but she ignored such warnings in the name of curisoity. Her own clothes were plain, a pair of fading blue jeans and a nondescript red shirt; clothing wasn't all that important to her, as long as she looked okay. When Madison set down a pink sharpie she'd picked up, her curisioty only grew strong, such and interesting person gave her something to do.

"Cool." Was Saara's response to Madison's explanation of why she was in the hospital; passing out and seizures were cool, to her anyway. "Nice to meet you Madison. I'm Saara." She said, deciding to at least use some of her manners; why did she get the feeling she was supposed to know that name? For a second, she wracked her brain, then said out loud. "You're a pop singer, knew I knew your name from somewhere." She wasn't trying to be mean or anything like that, she just seriously didn't remember things like who was big in the main music scene.

"Oh, my mom works here, though I'm a patient too. I have asthma and a bunch of allergies." Saara said with a shrug, then add, raising her arm to show off her rashes. "And eczema. Don't worry, I'm not contagious." She said the last part sarcastically, since some people thought she was. Annoying, stupid, moronic people . . . She smile cheerfully at Madison, since she didn't want to get annoyed in front of the interesting (and famous) person she was in the presence of.

[Madison Midnight]

Cool? She wouldnt really call passing out during sound check cool but what ever. Tilting her head to the side she surveyed the girl. Madison could totally have a field day with Saara. Fix her hair, her clothes and show her how to do makeup, she would be pushing the boys off of her . When her name clicked in the girls head a brighter smile crossed her features and she looked back at her sharpie then just ignored it. If she wanted her to sign something then she would just grab it since it was within reaching distance. Scratching her cheek a bit she looked the girl over. Asthma and eczema. "I know its not contagious. I may be a preppy pop star but im not that stupid." She said with a side ways grin. Ignore the bad attitude she was just in a bad mood because she was stuck in here for god knows how long.

"So. How long have you been here? Ive only been here for a few hours. I passed out in the middle of soundcheck and had a seizure when I was recovering. It kind of sucked but thankfully I was all ready in the hospital when it happened. But its kind of boring here and the Pediatric's unit is so lame. Its like they only think about little kids but I mean HELLO?!?! There are teenagers here that dont want to stair at fish or fairies all the time." She said snapping a little. ok so maybe she had some anger issues and the posibility of BPD but hey, she was just frustrated. "I mean if I am going to be in here for how ever long they want to keep me under lock and key then this room is totally going to have to change." Ok the only reason why she was freaking out so much was because she was scared. She was really scared.

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[saara]

"I wasn't judging on the whole pretty thing. I was judging on the stupidity of the general human population when it comes to being around sick people." Saara replied with a lopsided grin. That was part of the reason she liked hanging out in the hospital, no one treated her any different just because she was sick and would always be. Yes, sometimes allergies, eczema, and asthma got better as someone got older, but so far, it hadn't showed any signs of doing anything like that.

When Madison snapped, Saara listened, nodding with empathy; the pediatrics unit could use a little bit of a decor change in at least some of the rooms. If you were under eighteen and didn't have anything to do with one of the specialist units, you got stuck in here; it was annoying, she knew that for a fact. Somehow she doubted however that the entire rant was fueled just by the fact that the decor in the unit was designed for children under the name of ten. It gave her a knew puzzle to solve, one that she could relate to though. Was Madison angry at someone, at herself? Was Madison scared, about what exactly? About another seizure? About her career? About why she had passed out in the first place? What was Madison thinking?

Whether it be to annoy someone, or to help someone, or just to understand someone, Saara liked to get inside people's heads; it was fun, it was interesting. "My mom's worked here for three years. I've been admitted more times then I can count on my fingers." It wasn't much more, but hey, she didn't need to say that, right? "I've suffered severe asthma and allergy attacks, stopped breathing, broken out in hives and rashes. I know it can sometimes get to you, everything. What's bugging you? Other then just the tasteless decor." She had to understand, to find out!

[Madison Midnight]

Madison ran a hand threw her hair moving a few strands out of her deep blue eyes as she sighed and shook her head. "I know. Im sorry I just get the whole, 'Stupid pop star that never has to make a desicion for her self so she must be brainless' thing a lot. I mean I do to try to pick stuff for my self." She said folding her arms across her chest a little bit. "I mean... Press confrence. I wanna wear the black skinny jeans and the pink low cut tang top. They make me wear the white skinny jeans and the white t-shirt with the red leather jacket." Oh the drama. hah.

"I never get to really pick what I want to wear. I never really pick what I want to do...maybe thats why I started crash dieting and stuff. Cause it was the 1 thing in my life that I could actually control." She spoke looking down at her hands a little bit. "I mean...people think the life of a pop star is so glamorus and fantastic all the time. But look where it landed me. Not so fantastic."

Madison listened to her talk about being admitted to the hospital a bunch of times. It must have sucked having something that affected you like that. Nodding slightly at understanding. "I kinda know how that feels. Ive been in and out of hospitals since I got diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes when I was 13. Guess im not getting out of this one so easy though." She said scratching at the IV in her arm again. She hated these things because they hurt when they were in your arms all the time. She cracked her neck a little bit and sighed some rubbing her eyes.

"Whats bugging me? Everything. I totally screwed up half my future by screwing my self up. I ruined everything. I didnt realize that it was so easy to get addicted to things. For me, it was Cafeine pills and diet pills. But now that im off those I think I might go crazy soon." She said yawning a bit as she rested her hands on her stomach with a sigh.

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