A police officer takes me and my few saved items, including my guitar, with him to the hospital and lets me into the waiting room. I sit in an uncomfortable, ugly-colored seat to wait and try to distract myself from the reality of the situation that I'm in.
"Family of Miss. Lovato?" a nurse calls into the waiting room.
I stand up and walk to the nurse. "Is my mom okay?" I ask.
"Well," the nurse says, "she is unconscious and is hooked up to a respirator to help with breathing. She is also extremely dehydrated, and although we think that she'll make a full recovery, right now she's still in a danger zone."
I nod, taking it in, "and what about Wilmer?"
"Mr. Valderrama is in a slightly better condition than Miss. Lovato," the nurse explains, "He was further from the smoke and therefore it had less of an effect on him."
"Is he awake?" I ask, nervously.
"No, but he should be soon," the nurse replies, "Why don't you come with me and see?"
I follow the nurse through the hall and into a normal hospital room with blue walls and white furniture. Wilmer is laying on the bed, hooked up to an IV and his heart rate monitor bleeps steadily. I walk over to Wilmer and sit on a chair beside his bed. If Wilmer doesn't wake up soon, I don't know where I'll stay.
"Just press the button if you need anything," the nurse orders before leaving the room.
I watch Wilmer closely as his chest rises up and down. Why did something so bad have to happen just after everything seemed alright again? I wonder what Demi's fans are thinking; I wonder if they heard about our house burning to the ground.
"Jasmine?" I hear and look at Wilmer. "What happened?"
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The Lost Melody (Sequel to The Lost Daughter) (Demi Lovato)
FanfictionJasmine is now 12 years old and is having nightmares about her birth father, James. Stress is building up as she can't stop cutting but doesn't want to tell her mom. Will her secret ruin her finally happy family, or will she learn how to cope?
