Adopted By Rachel Platten

Chapter 4

Jasmine's POV

"Loovvee, you're not alone, cause I'm gonna stand by youuuu!" I sang to a sea of applause. I smiled as I took one last bow before heading off the stage. Upon entering the hallway that led to Rachel's dressing room, I noticed that it was deserted. Feeling worried, I rush to her room and notice she's not on her sofa or even in her room for that matter.

"Are you looking for Rachel, Jasmine?" A voice behind me asked. I spin around to see a woman, a little younger than Rachel, with black hair.

"Uh, yes?" I say, unsure of who she is.

"It's okay, it's totally fine to be nervous around new people. I'm Melanie, Rachel's sister, by the way. Although, we should probably be on the way to the hospital right now." She said solemnly. 

"Why?" I ask, drowning in worry.

"I'll tell you on the way. Let's go." We stepped out of Rachel's room and left the building from the rear entrance. She then led me to black BMW that was parked neatly on the curb. I hopped in and Melanie sped off. 

"So, would you mind telling me what is going on?" I ask annoyed.

"Honey, she just called before you finished the show. She told me that her doctor diagnosed her with...........pneumonia. They don't know if she'll pull through." I look at Melanie, stunned. She takes one hand off the wheel to comfort me as I sob. It took us fifteen minutes to get to the hospital and a further five to reach Rachel's room. I entered the room, expecting the worst. A weak looking Rachel laid on the bed. She slowly opened her eyes to look at me, with sorrow evident in her eyes.

"Jazzy, you know how I was planning to adopt you as my own?" I nod.

"Well, the hospital had contacted the adoption center I called and the adoption was called off. They said it was because I was too weak to take care of you. That means...... you have to go to the orphanage... I'm really sorry. I really am. I promise to adopt you if I get better." Rachel partially spoke and partially sobbed. I look at her with wide eyes and I engulf her in a warm hug. 

"When do I leave?" I ask quietly. I hear a gulp next to me.

"In about fifteen minutes. A lady is on her way as we speak." Melanie says. For the next fifteen minutes, I never left Rachel's side. The door burst open and an elderly lady, likely in her sixties, walks in with a rough demeanor and grabs my hand and drags me with her toward the door. Rachel looks on weakly with wide eyes and a red face as we leave. Both of us have tears streaming down our faces. 

"I love you Jazzy. Never forget that." Rachel says as I exit door.

"I love you too, Rachel." I yell back, not sure if she heard or not. Then I feel a stinging sensation in my face. 

"No you DON'T! You love ME! Understand?" The lady screams at me.  

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~Desmond S