Freedom - A love stronger than blood

Why is he here ?

"So why are you here Peter ," I questioned . I got no reply. Perhaps he had tripped behind me . Perhaps he fell too . I didn't understand , leaving an abundance of anomalous contraceptions . The nurse swiftly wheeled my bed towards the decaying floral wall paper . She left me staring at dilapidated ceiling . Again . I felt extremely faint and ailed , I wanted to ask him why he was here again but part of me just couldn't bring myself to it . 

Bursting through the soiled entrance , came a slender figure , her hair was a tousled birds nest , she had a olive complexion and distinctive aquiline nose  . Through blurred eyes , I noticed her idiosyncratic walking gait . It was my mother . She rushed to my bedside , kneeling beside the small table . 

" Oh Issie , are you ok," she declared .

Though better all I could stomach was a small nod .

"I'm sorry darling , I got here as soon as possible ." 

We talked for some part of an hour . I now lay alone in silence . Before finally finding the courage to ask Peter . 

" Peter , I whispered , Why are you here , please tell me . I won't laugh , if thats what your worried about ?" 

" Umm, I tripped over my lace ," he piped back . This was a different side of Peter ; a side I hadn't seen before , it was a side I didn't like . I hear Peter ,though I do not believe a word coming out of that dark horse . Arrogant boy . 

The hospital lady came back . 

"Could news my honeypumkin , you can go home tomorrow !" She exclaimed her jovial disposition lighting this dismal institution . 

" Yay ," I muttered my sarcastic answer bought the feeling in the room back down to sorrowful state .