Another adopted by Hamilton story

Forty-eight

Niamh's POV
Three weeks and little to no harassment. I spent the last two in the hospital, needles and such everyday but I met another nice roommate and even made a few other temporary friends. No one but Vanessa comes because I asked for some space. I wanted to forget about all of that for two weeks. It's a vacation in a building I can't leave, needles and appointments, and being surrounded by sick kids. That sounds horrible but my roommate, Sarah brought her own cards so we aren't limited on time with them. I don't often have to wear a hospital gown. Only during tests. It doesn't really fit me, though and I hate it. I meet with the therapist here every third day. They moniter my stomach as well and that tube thing I saw in those papers becomes present. They teach me how to use it and Vanessa to help me. I hate how it feels because I have to swallow it and I can't eat anymore but they tell me it is temporary. Vanessa warns me about surgery in a month but I don't think about it. All I know is that I have two separate health issues, my luck of course, and PTSD which is a reason for my depression. I guess I'm just the problem child of the year, aren't I?

I learn that in July, Phillipa, Leslie, and Lin are all going to be done performing the show. It makes me sad to know that things will change but at least not for two more months. Vanessa says that I will still live with them in New York and if I get better and I want to audition for 'School of rock' if they are casting and I'm not to old or some other parts for kids, maybe Violet if it plays when i'm the right age to audition, Lin will help me prepare. I would like to but I don't expect to get anything because it's so hard, despite Vanessa telling me that the broadway credits greatly improve my chances. On Sunday I leave the hospital. Phillipa and Jasmine are coming over after their show but Lin needs to do some work so It's just us and Vanessa with Sebastian.

Phillipa's POV
"Hey, kid!" I say, peaking in. The sits in her cot with the computer in her lap, leaning against the wall. She has a tube feeding her and looks tired but happy to see us. I sit next to her and Jasmine pulls the chair up.

"More schoolwork?"

"I don't want to fall behind."

"From being ahead?" I ask. She closes the program and the computer, putting it on her pillow behind her and switching on the lamp.

"How was the show?"

"Great. We've missed you, though. How are you doing." She shrugs her shoulders.

"Surgery should mostly fix my stomach problem but no one is being honest about my heart."

"Why, what do they tell you?"

"Nothing."

"Well how do you feel."

"Honest." Jazzy says.

"Worse."

"Well, you didn't get treated for three months."

"True." She puts a strand of hair behind her ear. "I heard you're leaving the show."

"In two months, yeah."

"What are you doing after?"

"Another musical." I smile.

"I'll go see it. You've done this show for so long, though. That's got to be strange."

"It is."

"How about you?" She asks Jasmine.

"I'll be in the show for a while. It wont be the same but still."

"Hey, no ones sent anything this week on twitter." She wouldn't know because she no longer knows the passcode. We are taking it down tonight. "And there's a lot of nice comments on Instagram about your singing." She smiles and starts picking at her nails. We play cards for a little while and she beats us both. She says she played it a lot at the hospital. I am sad around her. As much as I missed her before, being around her reminds me that I might have less time. And that she doesn't even know it.