Adopted by Lin Manuel Miranda

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I catapult out of the hospital bed. "Where is Lin?"

"Linny-Bobinny?" The Doctor says. "He's still in that gosh darn coma.

I look out the window. It is morning. Lin's time must be almost up! I shriek at the top of my lungs and run across the hall to his room. Before I enter, I realize I haven't eaten anything in at least a week except for a few bottles of ratty champagne. The sensation came over me in a pounce. I begin to feel truly sick.

Lin's lustrous locks have turned dull and greasy. His skin looks waxy and stretched too thin across his face. He is breathing steadily, but slowly.He looks like a hungover pope that ate too many bananas.

Bananas, I think to myself. There must be some bananas in this hospital. There is a bowl of fruit on the counter beside Lin's bed. I hesitate before suckling the fruit. Wait. What I really want is a smoothie. I'm sure the maternity ward will have something to fix my cravings. I skip down the stairs and into the maternity ward. I scream to get someone's attention. "Help! I'm in labor!"

A squad of nurses comes to my side. "Just joshing you. Do you have a blender?" I laugh, pleased at my little joke.

The nurses giggle. "Of course, Sweaty."

With my blender in hand, I return to Lin's room. All the plugs in his room are filled with random useless equipment. With nowhere else to fit the plug of my most prized possession, I yank one of the hospital plugs out of the wall.

The beeping stops. The line on the monitor goes flat. Kewl. I've never seen that before. I set the blender on the floor and throw in all the fruits, peels and all, into the blender. I want there to be extra for Lin. I pulsate the blender until the fruit is a smooth concoction. I use the end of the plug I pulled out to stir the mixture, methodically. Lin's gonna love this.

I split the drink into two bedpans and giddily bring one of them to Lin's side. "Drink up, sweetcheeks." Lin doesn't drink. Is the smoothie really that bad? I scream. I am offended.

The machine's continuous beep has begun to annoy me. Fine, then. I sit on the counter, Sultan-style, sipping my smoothie and watching Lin. He looks tired. He needs to sleep. I haven't even seen him take a breath. That machine is really getting on my nerves. I run over and unplug it.

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP.

"Shut up! I get it!" I hiss. I move Lin's legs out of the way so I can sit on the bed and be more comfy. I hear frantic footsteps in the hallway.

Begonia's POV

Oh, Lawd.