Dandelion Wishes

Chapter 8

The pic on the side is of Robin/Mama R

That's all we did for days. We just talked about anything and everything, memories, things that we haven't told them.

Everything.

I didn't leave the hospital. I've been sleeping in her room.

The doctors tried to kick me out but I nearly skinned them alive.

Everyone stayed with us.

Mom and Dad and Ben showed up, too.

Ben was closer to Papa then Mama R.

My birth mother doesn't like the fact that I call Mama R Mama or Mama R or Mom.

But whatever. She was never there.

Mom left though.

Whatever. I don't care.

Dad pitches in on the memories.

We ran out of things to talk about.

I'm scared.

Tomorrow is the day the doctors said she'll go.

I rest my head on the edge of her bed.

I wish we had things to talk about.

My hands are in fists and I'm trying my best not to start sobbing.

This is my fault.

"Megan." Ty whispers. He puts his hand on my back.

I stand up so fast that the chair I was in knocks over.

"I need a minute." I gasp, and I turn around and run out of the room.

I pace around the lobby, not knowing if I want to cry or scream.

"Come here." Ty says.

He followed me.

"No, I don't want to be held." I say.

"Well then what do you want?"

"I want my Mom to wake up." I mutter. "I don't know if I want to cry or scream. I don't know what to do." I whisper.

Crying it is.

I start to sob, and then I walk into his arms.

He doesn't say a word, he just lets me cry.

I cry for a while, and then I force myself to stop.

"Megan." Ty whispers. "You don't have to hold it in." he says. "Let it out. It's okay."

I shake my head and turn around and walk outside.

I go around the block and get a coffee, and I sit in the shop for a bit.

He sits with me.

Then, I get up.

On the way back to the hospital, I see a dandelion.

I stop on the sidewalk and bend down and pick it.

I wish my Mom will wake up from her coma.

Ty watches me as I make my wish and blow.

He smiles.

I drop the stem, and then take his hand and carry on.

"At least you didn't choke." he says.

I laugh weakly and he does too.

He doesn't ask me what I wished for.

He already knows.