Rollercoaster

#38 She's got that covered

I was forced to write an author's note... again. I HOPE EVERYONE READING THIS IS ALIVE AND WELL!!

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It was now an hour before I could finally meet my mom again. Drake's dad hadn't brought up the incident since morning and I was ever so grateful. Due to the stupid mishap of forgetting about the egg, we were short of one egg and so Drake and I cut up the last one and split it between the both of us.

Drake refused to let me go by myself on my motorcycle. Don't even ask me where this sudden rush of affection came from him when he said he wanted to make sure I got there safely, and that I had someone beside me in case something bad happened. Not that anything bad would have happened, everything was going to be just fine.

After making sure Drake's dad was sober and right in the mind, we took off to the hospital with Drake driving as he refused to let me take the wheel. I gave up arguing at one point just cause I knew he was a stubborn idiot who wouldn't change his mind when he had made it up. My legs kept bouncing up and down in the car cause of nervousness as I looked outside the window to get my mind off thoughts of what could possibly happen.

When we finally reached, I ran up to my mom's room to see her sleeping. "Mom!" I yelled, running in, ignoring the fact that she probably couldn't hear me.

"Mom, I am so sorry, I should've been here earlier yesterday and I should've been here earlier today but the doctors wouldn't let me in any earlier than this, I'm truly so so sorry, you're going to be just fine, I know you're a strong woman, a strong mother and-"

"Ah Sydney," I heard the doctor walk into the room. "She can't really talk..."

"What? What do you mean she can't talk?" I asked, demandingly.

"What I mean is she's slowly healing, but she can't talk just yet. It's going to take sometime for her to be healthy and up. We also might need to perform surgery," she informed me.

"Surgery?! I was just told today morning that she was getting better!"

"Calm down Sydney," he said sternly after I yelled exasperated. "She is getting better. But it's a brain haemorrhage and with her condition right now, it seems as though we will need to perform surgery to completely stop the bleeding. Her insurance covers the expenses but after that, it might take a month for the surgery to be done and for her to be able to come back home."

No no no no no... That was bad news. A month?

"And is the surgery a guaranteed solution? Will she be fine?" I couldn't stop myself from asking, as much as I didn't want to know the answer if it wasn't what I wanted to hear.

"Most probably. There's still a 15% chance it might not work... but there's a good 85% chance that everything will be fine," she said, leaving the room to me and my stupid uncontrollable self as I shed a tear drop, trying to hold it all in.

An 85% chance that everything will be fine, right? That is a fairly good chance. I thought to myself trying to assure myself it would be successful.

A 15% chance that it might not work. The negative wouldn't stop itself from creeping into my mind.

I heard the door open to see Drake walk into the room. This was the worst possible timing. I told him to stay out. I told him not to come in. But now he was here, and I was an idiotic emotional wreck... At least on the inside. His face turned pale when he saw my mom and I, as he walked towards us. He sat beside me and wrapped his arm around my shoulder bringing me closer to him, then wrapping his other arm around me as well. That's it. That's all I needed to start sobbing into his chest, feeling so out of control. There was nothing to even be crying about. This was all going to be over and my mom would be back in just a month. God, I hated myself for being so sensitive. I felt Drake hug me tighter, his chin resting on my neck and my head buried in his chest, with my hand still holding onto my mom's. Her hand wasn't as cold as it was the previous day. In fact, it was sort of warm. I didn't leave her grip and Drake remained in the same position for heaven knows how long.

After what seemed like hours, I composed myself, sitting straight and releasing myself from Drake's grip.

I heard the door open once more and saw people I had least expected to see. Kaycee, Leah, Blake and Blake's dad, Cole walked into the room.

I was too shocked to speak. "I called them," Drake said beside me, reading my mind.

I really didn't want to see anyone. Unfortunately, that wasn't possible. Kaycee and Leah placed a 'get well soon' card on the desk beside my mom's bed and Cole placed a bouquet of flowers with a small tag that said 'get well and come home soon' too. Cole then sat next to my mom on the other side of the bed as Kaycee and Leah asked me to brief them on what had happened.

I spent fifteen minutes telling everyone what the doctor had said. The only thing I still didn't know was why my mom had got into an accident. She was always so careful.

Everyone just sat in the room silently for a while until a nurse came in to tell us visiting hours were almost over.

"You can come and stay with us Sydney," Blake offered, Cole approving beside him.

"That's a great offer, but she's got that covered," Drake spoke for me.

He didn't need to speak for me. He also seemed kind of cold. It was very stupid. I could probably have the basic necessities in their house that Drake seemed to lack. I didn't say anything against it however. I couldn't seem to be able to say anything. Kaycee and Leah offered as well. But Drake shut them off saying I was going to stay with Drake. Cole seemed a little concerned since there was no adult with Drake to back him up but Drake assured him that his "parents" would take good care of me. It seemed to me that they still thought his parents were together... Drake hadn't even told Blake about the divorce. Honestly, how could someone keep such a big thing from their best friend? It was so messed up.

I didn't like watching everyone decide my life for a month. But it was only a month. I really didn't care where I was staying since I wasn't being allowed to stay where I really wanted to - and that was with my mom, right here in the hospital, right here in this room.