Actually, Jeremy would be about average height or shorter since his heart condition stunted his growth when it was more serious. 

This is Brookeira, and sorry, but you can't join.

My Carrie sheet of Dezba wasn't finished so here's the continuation.

Condition:I forgot the name but its when your five senses get confused and get mixed up. Here is an example of what happens:she confuses smells as noises or hears a noise as a color,etc.She is at the hospital because its her 5year checkup so she'll be there for some time.

Friends:none except a smiley face painted on the wall of her room.

Crushes:none but some guys like her

I hope there's some space left if not ignore this. 

My Carrie sheet of Dezba wasn't finished so here's the continuation.

Condition:I forgot the name but its when your five senses get confused and get mixed up. Here is an example of what happens:she confuses smells as noises or hears a noise as a color,etc.She is at the hospital because its her 5year checkup so she'll be there for some time.

Friends:none except a smiley face painted on the wall of her room.

Crushes:none but some guys like her

I hope there's some space left if not ignore this. 

Cleo~

I wander the halls of the hospital. I'm so tired of it, I have nothing to do. Just then, a nurse comes running out of the room. 

"Cleo! You Are wandering the halls yet again! How many times do I have to tell you, stay in your room?"

I smile. She's a very kind and fussy nurse who's taken care of me forever. She leads me back to my room. 

"There's someone new. A boy, about your age." I crane my head. She's right. He is calmly staring at me. Although a stranger, there was a friendly air about him.

I paused for an awkward moment, then walk up to him and extend my hand.  "Hi! I'm Cleo." I say. 

His face broke into a welcoming smile that lit up his beautiful light brown eyes. He replied, "Nice to meet you. I'm Jeremy. What are you here for?" 

I grimace. "Coronary artery disease. You?"

He nods. "I have a bad heart condition. It has a really long name I can't pronounce, but basically my heart pumps blood wrong."

"We both have heart problems, then. Anyway, are you doing anything?"

"Not unless you count sitting here and talking to you."

I blush. "Do you want to go downstairs to Starbucks with me, then? We could get something to eat and drink."

He cocks his head at me questionably. "Are we allowed to? If I'm not mistaken, you were just, er, escorted back up?"

I blush darker. "Well, we could, um, sneak down? Never mind, it was a bad idea." I sit down, deflated.

He looks amused and kind at the same time, standing up and saying, "Awesome. I love it. Let's go for it!" He offers me his hand and pulls me up. I like him. I grin and we walk down. 

Iris~

I sighed as the computer ran it's tests. I had just been given a chance to go out to see Aria, and I failed the sickness test. I couldn't believe it. I hadn't seen anyone but the staff in weeks. I missed Aria and her fantastical realitys. I knew it was serious, but she made me laugh, and we appreciated each other. The nurse shook her head. 

"Worse again?" I said glumly. She nodded. I sighed.

Great. Another ten weeks on quarantine.

I coughed and groaned. My hair had just started to grow back!!!

~Sandy

They rush me in by helicopter. I spent three days in the old hospital untill the doctars finally announced that they werent skilled enough to heal me. They thought i was going to die over night in the helicopter. But surprise! I'm still alive. 

And im lucky to be.

When they drop me on a nice comfortal bead, they imedaity hook me up to some of those....wirey things to keep me alive. They said they would preform the surgery to remove my spleen first, then fix my heart. And two weeks later fix my spine. 

I was goning to be here for awhile.

~❇~

"Sweety." I blink open my eyes, tp which i find everything is cloudy. Probably the concution. "How are you doing?" 

"Myheuajksndbsbts." i sputtered.

"Ohwwww." the nurse said sympathetically. Then she flashed a light in both eyes and sighed.

Well that could only mean it wasnt better. If it were worse she wpuldve had a bigger reaction. "Go back to sleep. Youir doctors will be here in two hours.

I sigh. My brain hirst to much to fall back asleep.

Everything....just....hurts..........so..............much........

And like that i was asleep.

Painkillers.

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Hey maybe someone could be set next to me and we cpuld be freinds? Maybe someones around my age....?

Aria~

Iris won't get to visit me. I sigh and return to my elaborate painting of a girl who looks like Iris, but instead of hair spiders crawl down her scalp. She wears a dress of tattered cobweb.

They say that spiders sometimes represent death.

The hospital sits near the Rio Grande. It is raining right now, softly. The wail of the wind sounds like the wail of La Llorona, the weeping woman.

I hear a footstep behind me and turn; a boy with hazel eyes watches me.

"I am sorry," I say, "I... don't know you."

"Charles," he says, "and you are?"

"Ria," the roll of my "r" sounds like the beat of a wave upon shore.

"Nice to meet you," he says, "so... why are you here?"

"Schizophrenia," I say, smiling.

"Diabetes."

There is a short silence between us. It is broken as a nurse runs into the room.

"We have to get you kids to higher ground," she huffs, "the Rio Grande is going to flood." 

Sorry I didn't see that you were maxed out.

I was able to get online, but might not be able to do so all the time.

Jasmine~

COPD, or Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disease, is a possibly lifelong illness. In fact, it's a group of lung diseases, including Emphysema and chronic Bronchitis. Symptoms include shortness of breath, wheezing, fatigue, chest tightness, or a chronic cough.  Rescue inhalers and inhaled/oral steroids can help control symptoms or minimize further damage. Damage to the lungs from COPD can't be reversed.

That's what it says on Google, anyway. I've searched it up and paraphrazed it too many times to count, but it still never quite registers. I still don't understand what's happening to me, or why. According to the data, COPD's very common, but only in the elderly. I'm ten years old.

The cough can be dry or with fleghm, the search said, but it didn't mention that if you cough too often it starts bringing up blood. That's why I'm in the hospital right now, anyway. I have to come often, but most of the time I'm allowed to stay at home with my mom and be homeschooled. I have inhalers and steroids. But then it just suddenly started getting worse and I don't know why-- the doctors won't tell me anything, but when my mom visits she's worried. I can see it in her  eyes. I started coughing up blood, and that was when my mother decided I had to be brought to the ER. Now I'm in long-term care. 

I hate the hospital.

Suddenly, a doctor-- Rodriguez, I think-- comes into my room. It's a private one. Long-term perks.

"The Rio Grande is going to flood," he informs me. "We have to get you to higher ground."

I cough in response. His chronic frown deepens.

I suddenly find myself being wheeled out of my room, and for a minute I feel a surge of anger. I'm an artist-- I sketch and paint with watercolors-- and I've been making art during a lot of the leisure time. All of my work is in a small drawer in the dresser by my bed. Don't they care about it? 

It's too late to turn back. I'm suddenly in the hallway, and suddenly coughing. A lot. My throat is dry and scratches every time I wheeze in a breath. Where's my inhaler?

Doctor Rodriguez murmurs something indistinct, then says, "We really have to get you up there."

My chest heaves. Yes, get me up there. Do anything. Just make me stop coughing!

Carter~

"Can you walk?" The nurse asks with an urgent tone. Of course I can walk; my surgery was yesterday. When I try to stand, though, the world spins round and round. "Just... give me a minute." I lean against the wall. Shaking my bandaged head, I grab Sasha's leash. "What is happening?"

She motions for me to follow her. "We have to get to higher ground. The Rio Grande is flooding."

By this time, we've made it to the elevator. It's crowded with other patients- a young, angry looking girl with knotty brown hair, a woman who looks like she could be an intern here, and a girl who looks about as white as a ghost. I'm shoved into a corner along with them.

It's a long way up to the top floor of the hospital, so I decide to engage in a little small talk. Maybe I can lighten the mood. "Hello. My name is Carter. What's yours?"

The tangly haired girl just stares at me. One of them, the one with the blue streak in her hair, smiles. "I'm Amelie. Nice to meet you." We shake hands. I feel surprisingly calm despite the weather outside, and even though there is a slight chance that I could die, my head feels clearer than it has in weeks. Maybe that surgery did more than I think.

I feel a something scratching my leg. Sasha whines and sits on my feet, which can only mean one thing- a seizure is coming. This is exactly what happened before. I didn't sit down in time, and I hit the ground when I passed out, which injured my head so badly that I had to have surgery. The elevator doors haven't opened yet, and I can't sit on the floor because it's so packed. Stay up. Stay up. Just as my head begins to spin, the doors open and everyone rushes out. 

I can't make it to a bench, so I crumple on the ground and clutch my throbbing head. Sasha puts all of her weight on me, to make sure I don't move too much or try to get up. A couple nurses rush over to me. Gosh, my timing is the absolute worst. Why couldn't this have happened anytime but now?

The rest of what happens is a blur. I'm moved to a bench with effort, because once Sasha alerts she will not let me get up There's a clap of thunder, a flash of lightning, and a bunch of blurry faces crowding around me. "Hold on," I hear right before my vision goes dark. 

Maybe we could be roommates after the flood, Bluebird.

~Sandy

When i wake up, there is a sort of alarm going off. I asumed it was a fire alarm. Then i glance around. Where are the doctors? And nurses?  Shouldn't thet be here for the early morning sergury? 

I try to sit up and look around, and i feal my chest get all tight where a wirethinngy was taped to it. The cast that my arm was in brushed against the wire and i winced as it pulled a little on it. My leg was suspended in the air on one of those nice, uncomfortable things. You know, the thing that they rest the leg on while its healing. 

I looked at the thing that read my blood pressur. All good. Well i was no doctor but it was making the normal beepy sound.

They had replaced my lung as soon as i got there, another reason i was shipped here. It was the only place with a lung matching my special O- blood. 

But they havent found a heart yet. I'm pretty worried about that.

I untangle my arm from the wire and settle back down on my pillow. I reach for the remote and turn the TV on. 

Thunder rummbles and liggtning flashed, aluminating everything in the room and outside the window. The rain is pealting hard now. Then i realized, the alarm stopped. 

That was quite reassuring.

"It looks like therewill be extream thunderstorms all over Albuquerque, and expect flooding around the Rio gra-" thats when the TV flashed off. Then the lights in my room flashed, and turned off. 

My brain took a few moments to prosees this. Probably because of the concution. I wasnt surprised that it hadent of taken longer. 

The Rio Grande was right next to us. 

Did that mean.....

"Help!" i screamed. But it sounded more like, "hahahp!" 

Was i going to drown?

And thats when i heard the water rush in.