If you want to be in the story, I might be able to fit you in, although I think the cast will stay pretty small. If nothing else, I can put you in the audience at a concert and make your favorite JB touch you or something. Oh, and no, I don’t have leukemia. The character is me, but it’s something I hope I never have to go through.

The gold tour bus was rolling down the highway through the pouring rain. Inside the bus, Frankie Jonas slept on the couch and Nick sat next to him, hand on his shoulder, a brotherly smile on his face, with piles of fan mail on his other side. Joe and Kevin sat in the next seats, both of their laps piled with envelopes and small packages. Several large packages lay at their feet, as they were saving the presents for last.
    Kevin laughed. “This girl--aw, dude--this girl says she wishes polygamy was legal so she could marry all three of us.”
    Joe wiggled his eyebrows. “Yeah, that would be a little weird.”
    Kevin looked over at Nick to catch his reaction, but Nick was staring intently at the letter in his hand, without giving a clue that he had even heard him. “Nick?”
    “Yeah? Hey, listen to this letter.” He sounded strange, very serious. “Dear Kevin, Joe, and Nick, thanks for your reply to my last letter. I mean, it was a form letter, but I didn’t expect any more than that. The picture is nice and I put it up in my room. I just thought I would write to let you know what you have done for me. See, I’m writing this from my hospital room. I have Acute Myelogenous Leukemia and I’m not doing too well. So, actually, your poster is in my hospital room, above my bed. I listen to your CD--the second one--all the time. It’s a real pickup. It gives me energy, which is really hard for me to get sometimes. I love listening to it. I couldn’t really tell you a favorite song. It depends on my mood, but they are all amazing. You guys are really helping my fight against cancer by giving me the encouragement I need. Thank you so much. Sincerely, Katrina Jacobs.” He looked up at his brothers. “Wow.”
    Kevin and Joe nodded, and Kevin said, “Does she say where she lives?”
    “Yeah, there’s an address here, in Maryland. And a phone number and email.”
    Kevin jumped to his feet, grabbed the letter from Nick, and ran out of the room. Joe and Nick looked at each other, shrugged, and returned to their letters. Several minutes later, Kevin returned. “So… we’re going to see her. This weekend.”
    Nick raised his eyebrows in his typical laid-back way, while Joe reacted… well, like Joe. “Dude, what? When did that happen? I mean, sweet! But how on earth did you manage that?”
    Kevin shrugged. “Asked Dad and the managers, found out we could squeeze it in, called the girl’s mom and--”
    “Wait, her mom?”
    “Yeah, I figured we should make it a surprise, so I called the number she gave us and asked for her mom. So she’s going to put us on the approved visitors list.”
    Nick stood up. “Well, that’s awesome. Glad you thought of that. So, what should we do for her…”

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YAY!!! I got a reader! That makes me so happy. Hey, I messaged you and asked you some questions so I can put you in the story, cause I'm glad to do it!

Now I just need another comment or two, and then I might post another chapter! It's written already.

--Kat

OK, since I'm still up, and I finished editing, and I have at least one reader (luv u!) I'm going to post again so you can get a little more of the story. If you read, comment so I know you're there! Otherwise... I might stop!

Katrina was woken up Saturday morning by her mother. “Hey, hon, let’s get you cleaned up and dressed.”
    With a groan, Katrina grimaced as the aches in her joints protested her slight movements. “Mom, I don’t feel good today. Why do I have to get dressed? You said no doctor’s appointments today.”
    “Right, but… well, you know this is the day you get the most visitors. It will be good for you to be looking good and feeling good.”
    Katrina laughed good-naturedly as she allowed her mother to help her sit up. “Mom, if you haven’t noticed, looking good is difficult and feeling good is just about impossible. I see what you mean, though. How about the blue sweater dress? I’m cold.”
    “I’ll get them to turn up the heat.”
    “No, Mom, I’m always cold, and I don’t want visitors to be too hot, right?” She coughed repeatedly.
    “Do you have a cold?”
    “A little one, but I was coughing to try to get rid of my hoarse voice. It’s so annoying. The medications just zap my vocal chords somehow.”
    An hour later, she had bathed, dressed, and was back in bed, feeling considerably weaker than when she had woken. Her mom handed her the remote control for her pain medication IV, the call button for the nurse, her cell phone, and the keyboard to the TV and computer combination in the corner. “I have errands to run, so I’ll be back at one or so to eat lunch with you. Remember the nurses--”
    “Are right there if I need anything and you’ll have your cell phone on. Got it. Thanks, Mom. I’ll see you later. Love you.”
    Her mom laughed, kissed her forehead, and said, “I love you,” as she walked out the door.
    As soon as her mom had passed out of sight, Katrina slumped back on her pillow and moaned. She felt much worse than she had let on to her mother. She hid her pain from her and tried to cover up the bruises that formed so easily on her skin. She hated to see the worry lines and tired wrinkles deepen around her mom’s eyes every time she noticed she was in pain. The “little cold” her mom had noticed felt like full-blown bronchitis, and coughing was agony. With a groan, she adjusted herself on the bed, stretched out her hand, and gently pressed the play button on her bedside CD player. Quietly, so it wouldn’t disturb anyone in the hall, the Jonas Brothers’ “SOS” began. She settled back on the bed with another groan, sighed heavily, and relaxed, smiling slightly and mouthing some of the words of the song. She could have sung every word of this CD by heart, in her sleep. She knew them that well. She knew her family must be sick of them, but they didn’t say anything. How could they? It helped her health.
    Opening her eyes with effort, she stared at the picture on the ceiling, picking out each of their faces. “Told you I made dinner plans,” she looked at curly-haired Nick, who sang that line. “It’s like I’m walking on broken glass,” there was Joe, with his *CENSORED* hair and smoky eyes. A guitar riff pointed her to Kevin, one of the only guys alive who could pull off suspenders successfully. It wasn’t so much their looks as their attitude that made them like them as people as much as she adored their music. They were respectful, they were gentlemen, and they were real.

In the hall, Kevin, Nick, and Joe stepped off the elevator. All three were wearing hats, shades, and uncharacteristically normal clothes. Their jeans were looser than usual, their t-shirts and hoodies were unremarkable, and Joe had gone with some normal-looking sunglasses instead of his normal trendsetters. Walking up to the nurses’ station, Kevin asked, “Hey, we’re looking for Katrina Jacobs' room. I think it’s 384.” The nurse typed at the keyboard in front of her, then asked, “Are you on the visitors list? She only takes approved visits.”
    “We should be.” Lowering his voice slightly, he said, “Jonas--Kevin, Joe, and Nick.”
    “Ah… here you are: the Jonas Brothers.” Kevin winced at the volume of her voice and saw Joe, standing next to him, glance around. The last place they wanted to deal with a bunch of fan girls was in the “quiet zone” of a hospital. “Go down the hall and to the left, it’s room 384.”
    Kevin thanked her and led the other guys down the hall, but heard the nurse call, “Kevin?”
    He turned slowly, realizing she knew which brother he was. She beckoned him over, and he went. “First of all, keep in mind Katrina is very weak; she’s my patient. Second… um, I don’t want to say it too loudly, but can I get you and your brothers’ autograph for my daughter?”
    Kevin smiled. “Sure.” Waving his brothers over, he said, “And thanks for keeping it quiet.” He and the others scribbled on the notepad she presented. Kevin shook her hand, Nick nodded respectfully, and Joe saluted comically. “Thanks.” They headed down the hall to room 384.

OMG.
It's great so far. Kinda of saddening to start out, but it makes it amazing!
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Wow! this is really good!!! :)