Demi Lovato's Maternal Instints

Bipolar...

Demi's POV

We arrived at LAX this morning. I decided to visit Miss Moze from the orphanage. I wanted to ask her if she knew anything about Elizabeth's medical records. Max, my body guard, brought my car to the aeroport. He was driving us to the orphanage. Eli looked uneasy. "Babygirl, remember I'm not leaving you. I just want to talk to Miss Moze." She nodded.

We arrived at the orphanage and Jessica was waiting for us. I carried Eli out of the car, and into the house. Jessica greeted us with a hug and led us to the backyard. I noticed there weren't little girls anywhere. "Jessica, what happened to all the girls?" I aked intriged. "They were all adopted. The only girl here is Leila, my adopted daughter." I nodded happily. We sat on a table in the backyard, prepared with snacks and coffee. "So, Demi, what brings you here?" She asked handing me a cup of coffee. "Thank you... uhmm I came because I wanted to ask something about Eli." I gestured towards Elizabeth.

"Eli, why don't you go inside and play with Leila while me and your mommy talk?" Eli nodded. Leaving with a girl a bit taller than her. I turned to Jessica. "So, what's wrong, dear?" I sighed. "Well, I was wondering if I could take a look at Elizabeth's medical records?" I asked playing with my fingers.

"Yes, of course. May I ask why?" I nodded the sighed again. "I have the thought that Elizabeth might be bipolar... and I really need to know if I'm correct or not." Jessica's eyes widen. "Alright, let me get them for you." She stood up and disappeared for a minute with a big file with Elizabeth's name. She handed it to me the sat back down.

I read through the sheets of paper, but nothing about her being bipolar. Then I spotted somethinng interesting. Elizabeth had a mild case of social anxiety. That explained her getting tense and shy around new people, but she wanted new friends badly.

"Do you mind if I take the files home?" I asked still looking through. "Not at all Miss Lovato. Did you find what you were looking for?" I looked at her after neatly organizing the pages. "No... nothing about her being bipolar. I might take her to my therapist just in case."