My Bae from Maine

Chapter 7

The door swung open about an hour later. My mother came running in the door, grandma was her mother after all. Behind her was dad, holding tons of grocery bags in each hand. Then Violet walked in, with a concerned look on her face. Then, Peyton, with her head down.

"What happened," Peyton asked, "Did you see what happened?"

I shook my head, "I don't know, I opened the door, and she was lying on the floor," I watched my mother sink on the floor where grandma was and start to cry. Then she stood up, "Get your stuff on, Cass, we're going to the hospital now."

I jumped up and slipped on some slip ons that were the easiest to get on, grabbed a red and black chevron rain coat, and ran out of the door.

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The hospital was quiet, you heard some whimpers now and then from the people in different rooms, but other than that, it was silent.

I stared at my grandma, who was still breathing but unconscious.

"Mom," Violet said, "Is grandma okay?"

My mom was sitting on a chair she had pulled over to the hospital bed where my grandma lied, "She's okay," she sniffled, "She's still breathing."

She nodded, than looked at Peyton, who was swaying.

"Mom, I have to pee. Mom! I have to pee! And, I'm hungry! How long are we going to be here anyway?"

I wanted to slap her, ask her what nerve she had to complain when the lady who invited us into her home was lying on the hospital bed, who was our grandmother. But, I held it in, hoping my mother would say something.

"Herman," she looked at my father, "Take Peyton to the bathroom. Violet, you go with her."

I was happy, that let me alone with mom for at least three minutes.

"Mom, I'm so sorry-"

"Don't say that! She's not dead, so there is no reason to be sorry! Just don't say that!" She hid her face in her sleeves, and sobbed.

Even though I wanted to cheer her up, I couldn't. With mom, nothing anybody could say would cheer her up. It would be pointless even to try.

I looked back at my grandma, her wrinkled face, and gray streaks in her attempted dyed black hair. I just met her, yet I felt like I knew her for a long time, like she practically raised me.

The door swung open, several doctors ran in and told us to please vacate the area. I grabbed my mom's hand, and walked out of the room with her.

"Will we still be living in Maine?" I looked at her.

"Of course. We'll live in her house, clean it, take good care of it. We'll live here as long as it takes."

I looked down at the ground. I guess I'll have to live here longer than expected, ugh.