Andres Mom: um he got in a car accident…
Me: W-WHAT!!!
Andres Mom: yeah… um come in please. (She said with a shaky voice)
I came in and sat on the couch with her. She started crying hard and I just comforted her.
Me: so how did the accident happen? (I asked with teary eyes)
Andres Mom: I don’t know, the police don’t know, the doctors don’t know and we can’t ask Andre because…
Me: because???
Andres Mom: my son is in the hospital in a coma. (She cried out)
I hugged her and she hugged back
Me: why don’t we go visit him, together?
Andres Mom: yeah sure, let’s go
We got in her car and a few seconds later I burst into tears. Andre’s mom looked at me with sympathy and rubbed my back. She was also shedding tears.
We finally arrived at the hospital
Nurse: hello
Andres Mom: hi I need the room for Andre Soft. (She said that with a shaky voice)
Nurse: you must be related to see that patient because of his condition, so are you both related to him?
Me: n- (Andres Mom interrupted me)
Andres Mom: yes I’m his mother and this is his sister
Nurse: ok room 341
Andres Mom: thank you
We started walking down the halls trying to find the room
Me: why’d you lie to the nurse, I’m not his sister
Andres Mom: well you’re defiantly family to us and you always to come to us with anything. You could consider us as your second family.
Me: more like only
Andres Mom: what are you talking about?
Me: my mom’s kicking me out and I have till a week to get out
Andres Mom: what? What happened? (She asked concerned)
Me: long story
Andres Mom: well you can stay with us as long as you like
Me: (I hugged her) thank you
Andres Mom: no problem sweetheart (she kissed my forehead)
We finally reached the room and went in. seeing Andre like that scared me. I know it’s weird but I feel like if I touch anything, that I might unplug something are do something by mistake without even noticing. Andre’s mom grabbed 2 chairs and put it beside the bed. She sat down and motioned me to come sit down with her. I shook my head and just stud there.
Andres Mom: What’s wrong?
Me: I’m just scared
Andres Mom: you don’t have to be, just come sit down.
I went and sat down. I held his hand while Andre’s mom stroked the top of his forehead. I looked at Andre, and then tears started to pour again. A few seconds after I heard Andre’s mom crying.
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Teen FictionEmma. The girl everyone wants to be with. Emma is a Multi-Dancer. Her life practically orbits around the world of dance. She mostly performs and does ballet, but she’s capable of doing all the different types of dance and she has. Many Dance Compani...
