Scott and I sat next to each other in silence, listening closely at Dr. Geyer's explanations of our mom's conditions in the surgery. My leg shook up and down, the heart monitor filling my ears. My eyes never tore away from the white glaring floor.
My heart skipped a beat at the sound of the bullet hitting the tray of saline.
"Hemodynamics are stable. She's gonna be okay."
I let out a sigh of relief, my brother and I engulf each other in a hug. We waited for them to transfer our mom back to her room in the ICU, when they did, Scott and I entered the room just to see her.
A nurse glanced up at us, sympathy written all over her face.
"You have about a minute before the sedative kicks in," she advised. "And let her rest."
We nodded, understanding the rest she was gonna need. I felt the bitterness rush through my body as my eyes landed on the pale woman in bed. Making my way over to the other side of my mom, I gently lay my hand upon her cold one.
Chances were, we were the same temperature at this moment. I had never seen her so lifeless, so drained. This was a new kind of heartbreak.
"Hey, kids," she croaks making my heart sink to my stomach. My chest burned, tears brimming at the edge of my eyelids.
"We're gonna wait outside, okay?" My brother reassures her.
"No, wait, guys," she reached out her other hand to prevent us from moving. "Wait."
We stay put to listen to what she had to say.
"Listen to me," her voice falters, inhaling as she went on. "You didn't do this."
"But I'm responsible," Scott says. "You need to sleep."
"I just need to..." her breathing becomes heavy making me look over at her heart monitor. Still steady. "Tell you..."
"Mommy, it can wait," I whisper caressing her forehead, a sob wanting to escape my throat but I held myself together as long as I could.
"It can't wait," she exhaled.
"Mom-"
"Don't run," she managed to get out. "You fight."
For you mom, always. Her eyes flutter close, the tears falling freely against my will. I bite my lip, pressing my face into the crook of her neck inhaling her scent that gave me comfort since I was a little girl.
Scott takes his moment to lean down, barely leaning his temple upon hers to find that comfort that I had been wanting the last three hours from our mom. Before we pulled apart, I made sure to send her a memory of the three of us into her mind so she had something to hold on to while we were gone.
As she fell asleep, Scott and I left the room to let her rest.
"Let's go check on dad," Scott suggested. Turning the corner, we open the door to his room only to see an empty made up bed. My lips parted, nerves shooting down my spine at the sight.
Backing away from the room, we see sheriff Stilinski coming down the hall to approach us.
"Where's our dad?" I ask frantically.
"Transferred to San Francisco Memorial," Stilinski assures us. "He's gonna be fine."
I rest my hand against my forehead, my brother squeezing my shoulder attempting to comfort me.
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Because, I Love You (Liam Dunbar)
Fanfiction"No, not my little sister," Scott fought stepping forward. "Scotty, come on! It'll be fine. It's not like this will lead to anything," I reassured crossing my arms. He sighed shaking his head in disapproval. "I don't like this at all," he mumbled. "...
