The Perfect Mistake

Chapter 3

My lung collapses and I can't breathe, it feels as if  someone is squeezing my heart. As I try to regulate my emotions and my breathing, I still find it hard to believe what the woman on the other end said.

Panicked and in denial I start to desperately ask her for more information.

"Are you sure it's my mother? You could have called me by mistake. Can you please confirm?" I ask in a panicked tone.

"We understand that this is an unfortunate situation but it is your mother."

I take a few deep breaths and try to calm myself down.

"Okay, thank you for informing me I will be there soon." My response comes out quiet my voice almost breaking.

I immediately gather my things and leave the building, not caring about my disheveled appearance. My mind immediately goes to my little brother, if something happened to our mom how would I tell him. He wouldn't even be able comprehend the situation. I get to the garage and start my car as fast as I can. Just as I was leaving the garage I see a someone— or their shadow— through the rear view mirror. I immediately shove out my head through the window, desperately trying to see if someone is there. Once an made sure that I was just hallucinating due to my lack of sleep I leave and go to Greenwood Nursery.

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I stood at the gates of Greenwood nursery. It was far from what you would imagine a nursery to look like. I stop my car right in front of the giant gates and take in the horror movie looking mansion. Sometimes I myself wonder why I would leave my mother in a place that looks more like a mental asylum than a nursery for the sick. Then I'm reminded by the fact that this was the only place that would take in my mother and give her the care she needs for her illness and paralysis. While I'm thinking to myself, distraught about my mothers situation the nursery gates slowly open and I drive my car through. I drive to the parking place for relatives as fast as I can and park my car in the first spot I see and run out the car and into the giant building. Panting, scared and exhausted I run into some woman wearing white scrubs.

She looks shocked and then turns to look at me- no, sorry, glares at me.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to run into you. I just, I'm-" and before I can even finish talking, she turn around, grabs a clipboard and flashes a concerned look on her face, which was clearly fake.

"Miss Y/N? Right this way please"

The petite, brunette, middle aged woman, who was a nurse—which I gathered from her name tag— was probably the one who talked to me on the phone. She led me through a maze of hallways with the same old blue porcelain tiles I was used to seeing every time I came here, finally talking me to a room—the office of my mother's current doctor. I stare around the room observing the multitude of posters displaying different parts of the human brain around the room like I have every single time as I wait for Dr. Yoo to enter the office.

Dr. Yoo, a tall slender man with thick black rimmed glasses and slicked back hair walks in with a distressed expression on his face.

"Hi", I almost whisper, trying to hide the raspy voice I had acquired from crying throughout the entire drive here.

He removes his glasses and to places them on the table and he then proceeds to clasp his hands together resting his elbows on his desk.