Amelia

Chapter Three

Melissa's POV

I stand in front of the California Centre Hospital. Today I get to go around and meet all the kids in the hospital. I walk in and a nurse runs up to me.

"You're Melissa Benoist right?" She asks.

"Yes, and you are?" I ask.

"I'm Bailey. I'll be showing you around," Bailey says. "Let's get started," We go into the elevator and go to the Peds floor. The elevator doors open and we start down the hallway. All the doors are decorated with adorable drawings the kids drew. We go in by the first kid. His name was Wilson. He was adorable. He was here for kidney failure but he was so energetic. Then we move onto Allison. A sweet little girl here for leukemia treatment. Then Elizabeth, she watches one of the shows I'm in so she was very excited to meet me.

We reach the end of the hallway and I see a door that isn't decorated. I peek in and see a little girl laying on her bed curled up watching tv.

"You shouldn't go in there. She just got here yesterday and she had some surgery and isn't in good condition," Bailey says.

"I said I would see everyone. What's her name?" I ask.

"Amelia," Bailey says. "She more than likely won't talk to you. She only ever talked to her doctor," Bailey says.

"I'll take my chances," I say walking in.

"Hi, Amelia," I say. She turns to me and I notice a bruise on her cheek. Then the scratches, bruises, and cuts littered across her arms. Her hair is tangled and it looks like it's never been washed. She just stares back at me with her blue eyes. I look back at Bailey. I turn back at Amelia and smile. I walk out with Bailey.

"I told you she won't talk," Bailey says.

"What happened to her?" I ask.

"She is a victim of a suspected abuse case," Bailey says.

"Who did this to her?" I ask.

"We aren't sure. As I said, she doesn't talk to anyone. We're thinking it was her father. So when she's stable enough she will be sent to a foster home," Bailey explains.

"What? No, I'll-um, I'll take her," I blurt out without even thinking.

"But Ms. Benoist, you have a huge career," Bailey says.

"I'll manage," I say. Bailey sighs. "Come back tomorrow and I'll have social services talk to you about gaining custody of Amelia,"