“What!? Why!?”
“I don’t know, all I know is that she was going to a patient's room and got to the reception desk and suddenly collapsed.”
“Okay, do you want me to head over there? School got out half an hour ago, so It wouldn’t be a problem!.” my voice was frantic and panicked.
“You don’t need to, but if it would help you not be so scared, it's perfectly fine, and your sister is already here.”
“Okay, I'm on my way, Thank you Silva.”
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And with that I hung up and started running toward the hospital. The hospital is not too far from the school, which I guess is good for emergencies and stuff. She said that my mom passed out at the reception desk, and knowing what side my mom is on, they probably put her in the C wing, where the nursery, X-ray, and ER area is.
When I get there I see my sister sitting down biting her nails with her legs crossed.
“Alivia.” I say with relief as I'm walking over to her.
“Damian!” she exclaimed, looking up then in one swift motion, got up and hugged me tight.
“Shhh, It's okay.” I say in the most calming voice, stroking her hair to calm her, hiding the pain in my voice. I could feel my shoulder getting wet, I knew she was crying. I joined in, small, pitiful tears going down my face silently.
“She's going to be okay.” I said, my tears becoming known. “I hope.” I thought to myself.
“B-but what if she’s not?” she said looking up at me, tears still streaming down her face.
“All we can do is hope, alright?” I say in a reassuring voice.
After that we just sat until Silva told us her condition, or she told me her condition, we both agreed my sister might not be ready for bad news. She told me that she passed out from sleep deprivation, anxiety, overworking, and the worst...overdose. They told me that they would be giving her a blood transfusion, since the overdosing got rid of some of her white blood cells. And that she might not make it.
I went back to Alivia and waited till they told us we could go home.
“She’s okay, just needs some rest.” I said to Alivia, while walking out of the hospital, half lying.
“You sure?”
“Yes, I'm sure.”
“Okay.”
We got home at about eleven O’clock, we were there for about three hours. And we both headed to sleep for the night.
In the morning I got a call that I was to be at the hospital. When I got there, I got news I didn’t love.
“Hello Damian.” Silva said as I got there.
“What’s wrong with her?”
“She...I don't know if she’ll last forty-eight hours…” She trails off in a sad tone.
“No….” I say sinking down to the floor.
“I'm so sorry Damian.” She said softly, crouching down to my level and rubbing my shoulder.
“I'm so, so sorry.” she says now hugging me.
It was clear I was crying now, my sobbing could be heard probably from space, but this was a sad time for me.
We just sat there for about half an hour before I stopped crying.
“I'm gonna have to go check up on her, she's still here, have hope.” Silva said before standing up and walking away. I just sat there for about another twenty or so minutes, with my head in my knees and my arms on my head.
“I-Its gonna b-be o-okay.” I mutter to myself, a crack in my voice indicating I was gonna start crying again. I picked myself up using the wall I was up against as support. I shamefully, and sadly, walked out of the hospital with my hands in my pocket. A cold, wet drop landed on my nose. I stopped and looked up.
“Snow…” I said with gratitude, and slight surprise in my voice. It made me smirk just a bit.
As I walked home I listened to the crunch of the growing snow under my feet. It was peaceful. I got home and unlocked the door. I was greeted by my sister and my….a-aunt? When I saw her I assumed she knew about my mother and came down here.
“Damian…” She said softly, with sympathy in her voice.
“Um, Alivia, daring would you go upstairs? I want to talk to Damian alone.” she said, turning to look at my sister. Alivia nodded before heading upstairs. She turned back to me.
“When I heard what happened, I got out of Alabama as fast as I could.” She said with a joking voice, her thick accent known, her face quickly fading to a frown.
“What’d they say…the doctors of course.” She said calmly.
“Um…” I stopped for a second, cause I felt hot tears threatening to reveal what i'm really feeling and thinking.
“S-She...I don’t…” An obvious crack in my voice, the threatening tears growing stronger the more I tried to talk.
“S-She’s not getting b-b-bet-.” And the dam broke, letting everything in it, free.
“S-S-she's not g-getting b-b-better!” I finally managed to get out practically yelling. I fell down onto the couch. I had my hands basically pulling my hair, my elbows rested on my knees, my head down, and sobbing. I was having a panic attack. My breathing gets faster and heavier, causing me to move my hands in my hair all around, I even started to rub my neck from the panic happening and even clawing at the nape of my neck, leaving scratch marks. It was bad.
“Hey. Hey, shhhh.” My Aunt said scotting over to me fast, pulling me into a tight hug, my arms moved to rest on her chest just like the feeling of almost being cuddled.
“It’s okay, it’ll be okay. Shhhh.” She said, still holding me, eventually started to rub circles on my back.
“Thank you..” I whisper
“Your welcome, lets get some rest, and hope for the very best for her.”
“Y-yeah.” I manage to calm down but my breath is still heavier than normal and shaky.
She walked off to grab a blanket for herself after I told her where the extra ones were.
We laid down on the couch not long after and it was very peaceful and comfortable.
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"Silence" Book 1
RomanceWhat do you do when the person that loved you more than the world itself, dies? Thats the question Damian is asking himself. After the death of his mom Damian isn't sure what to do with himself anymore. Crying seems like the only solution at the mo...
