"Are you okay home alone?" George said as he left to do the show. I nodded, and he said, "Are you positive? Because I'm just worried about you. I don't want to see you get hurt." 

"Dad. I'm fine. I know what to do in case of emergency, God forbid that ever happens. I'll be fine." I said. George gave me a kiss and reluctantly walked out the door, locking it behind him. 

Suddenly, my phone vibrated.

Gerard: What is with your dad and leaving you home alone all the time? 

Valerie: Idk. I wish you could come over and make banana bread with me! 

Gerard: I stole some from your house. Eating it right now before the show. 

I smiled like an idiot at my phone and put it away. I pulled out my history textbook and started reading it. Even though I knew every word of it by heart, I still read it and loved it like it was my first time reading it. I checked the time, the show was about to start. No one in the cast would answer their phone, so I was bored and alone.

I got a bright idea. I found a piece of paper and a pencil, and started drawing George a picture. I was surprisingly good at art. Art calms me, too. I started to draw a random flower, getting lost in it. 

Once I was finished, I checked the time. It had already been around 45 minutes. Act 1 of Be More Chill should be just about over. I decided to get up and make myself some lunch, it was already 3:15 PM. 

I grabbed some boxed mac & cheese and turned on the stove. I know how to cook, and I'm pretty good at it. Probably because I've had to practically raise myself for the past 7 years of my life. Once it was ready, I grabbed a bowl and started slowly eating it, watching the minutes waste away. 

Suddenly, my chest started hurting, and I could barely breathe. Out of panic, I put my hand to my heart, and felt it beating out of control. I started to cry, it hurt so bad. 

I grabbed my phone and texted George out of panic. 

Valerie: Something's wrong with my heart. I think, I don't know what. Come home, I'm scared. 

No answer. 

I then realized, he was on stage. I felt so bad for interrupting the show. I then copy and pasted the same exact text message to Will, Stephanie, Gerard, Lauren, and Katlyn, hoping one of them would answer.

Now time to sit and wait, wishing away the pain.

______

Twenty minutes later, the chest pain only got worse. I picked up my phone only to find 3 text messages.

Thank God. Someone answered back. 

I unlocked my phone and saw that Gerard, Stephanie, and Will had texted back. 

Gerard: Holy crap. Hang in there, okay? I told your dad, he's on his way. Love you.

Stephanie: Oh, Valerie. It's going to be okay. I was going to tell your dad, but Gerard already did.

Will: Show's almost over, Val. George is on his way. Hang in there. 

I started to cry into my knees. All I wanted was George, my dad. 

The door opened and I felt someone scoop me up in their arms. It was George. I heard a lot of commotion, George wasn't the only person here. I felt George kiss my head and put his hand on my wildly beating heart. 

"We have to take her to the ER..." George said, and I started to cry.

"NO!" I yelled.

"It's okay, baby girl. We're all here with you." George said softly. He then started telling everyone else what to do. "Will, go get her hospital bag. It's still packed up in her room somewhere. Stephanie, get the car ready. Gerard, run and get me a couple of T-shirts and a pair of pants. I have a feeling we're gonna be in the hospital a while..."

I started sobbing into George's chest, and he rocked me back and forth and started tracing my hand. "I'm sorry..." I said. "I'm usually never this scared about going to the hospital..." 

"Sweet pea, you're a 10 year old girl. It's totally okay to be scared." George said. "However, you have a family now. You never have to be alone again. Not ever. I love you."

"I love you too..." I said, almost completely out of breath.

George started sprinting out to his car. He quickly laid me down in the backseat and jumped in the driver's seat. Will climbed in the passenger seat and slammed the door.

"No need for slamming!" George harshly whispered.

"Oh, sorry! I was trying to get in the car quickly so your kid won't die!" Will yelled without thinking. I burst into tears. I was too young to die. 

"I'm sorry, Via. I didn't mean it like that. I was scared and frustrated and I didn't think before I talked. I'm sorry, baby." Will said, turning around to face me. He then looked at George and said, "Let's go."

I only watched in pain as George speeded down the highway and pulled into the hospital. 

When we pulled into the ER parking lot, George scooped me up and carried me in. Time seemed to blur, I could only remember bits and pieces of it. 

The last thing I remember was George kissing my forehead and saying "I love you, my sweet little pea."

Then the world went black.

AN: I'm feeling a bit evil today and decided to have Valerie's suffering occur earlier than planned. I apologize deeply. Anyways, hope you enjoyed! Catch ya later!