Robotic Love

Chapter Twenty-Six: Going Home

*SEPTEMBER 21 2038 - 4 WEEKS LATER*

I sat in the Lobby, waiting patiently for my mother with Roxanne sitting beside me to my right. I was wearing the same clothing I'd worn on the night of the fight against William Afton. They were dirty and slightly torn, which was expected after what happened. To top it off, I no longer had that annoying cast on my leg, which was removed about 30 minutes ago.

It was crazy to think that it has been over a month since the fight against William Afton. The scratches that Roxanne gave me while she was under his control had partially healed, getting close to turning into a scar. While I was fine physically, I wasn't fine mentally. For the last four weeks, I'd been plagued by nightmares of the fight against Afton where he successfully killed me. It was the worst, especially since my screams would scare the hell out of Roxanne, and worry the doctors. I felt bad that they had to deal with that.

But, the nightmares weren't the only terrible thing. Because of the horrible extent of the injuries, my mother had to be put into a medically-induced coma. I asked the doctors and nurses who came to my room about her condition. They reassured me that they were doing all they could. It wasn't until yesterday I was told my mother had woken up. I was relieved when they told me that. It was made better when they said that she and I will be free to go tomorrow at noon.

So, here I was; sitting in the Lobby with Roxanne by my side waiting for my mother to walk through those doors, looking alright.

'Where are you, mother?' I thought to myself.

The sound of a door opening snapped me out of my thoughts. Roxanne and I looked to see my mother stepping into the Lobby. A warm smile formed on her face the moment she saw us. I smiled as tears built up in my eyes. I got up from my seat and ran over to her. I wrapped my arms around her.

"Mom, I'm so glad that you're okay," I whispered, relief washing over me. I felt her wrap her arms around me.

"You don't have to worry anymore, Mihael," she whispered. "It's all going to be okay."

We remained that way for a moment longer. I didn't want to let her go. I was afraid that if I did, she would disappear and I would wake up in my chair. I felt my mother release me from the hug. I knew she was waiting for me to let her go. I let out a sigh before I let her go.

After taking a few steps back, I noticed something different about her. I looked... and my eyes widened slightly.

Unlike her right leg, her left leg was more artificial in nature. From the looks of it, this must be the prosthetic leg the doctors decided to give her. It took literally everything I had to not go into a full-on rage.

"So, I see you got your prosthetic leg," I said as casually as I could.

"Yeah," she said softly. "I woke up to find that I got one. I asked the doctors and they informed me of what happened. I got to say; if there was ever a moment for you to go psycho, it would be that."

"I guess," I said with a shrug.

"Well, you two have a nice day," the doctor said behind my mother. We looked at him. "Just be careful from now. Remember what I told you, Mrs. Patel."

"I won't forget," she said. The doctor nodded and with that, the door closed. We looked at each other for a moment before she looked behind me. Her eyes widened slightly. "Mihael, can you explain to me what Roxanne is doing here?"

"That can be easily explained," I said. "But, I rather whisper it in your ear, if you don't mind."

"Is it something very private?" she asked.