No One Likes A Girly-Girl

No One Likes A Girly-Girl - Chapter Eight

Claire's Mom's POV

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"We don't know." The nurse replied.

"You don't know?! Is that the best you can do??" I screeched at him.

"Please, calm down. We just have to take it by time."

"By time?? BY TIME?? You think I can just WAIT it out? I need my daughter!"

"It's the best we can do besides send her up there." He pointed up to the sky.

"This isn't some kind of joke, mister! You listen here, you will save my daughter!"

"Hey, lady, it's not my fault she cut herself, is it? Maybe it was someone else's fault."

"Oh come ON!! I am the best mother I can be! I don't need some amateur doctor telling me how to be a mother!" I screamed at him, my face red with anger as I leaped up from the lobby chair. He scoffed. "I will have you fired! I will bring my lawyers into this!"

"Why not? I'll win the case. You'll only put your reputation as a crazed mother." He shrugged.

"YOU-" Someone tapped me on the shoulder, stopping me from beating this kid to the bones.

"Ma'am? The doctor would like to see you now. I will have a word with this nurse, here." A woman smiled at me.

"Thank you. Nurses should earn tips because I'd give you a whole bunch of it." I replied, straightening out my shirt and walking over to Claire's room.

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"Hello, you must be Claire's mother; Marie." A doctor with a mask over his face said.

"Yes, hello, are you Dr. Williams?"

"I am. Let's talk about your daughter..."

"Yes??"

"Well, she is under a coma-"

"A coma? Oh no! Those are never good! My mother died in a coma."

"Oh, I am terribly sorry, ma'am. Claire's pulse is alive but we don't know when she'll wake up."

"Oh, well her pulse is alive. That's good news."

"Yes, it is. Now, why don't you have a seat here, so we can talk about this thoroughly." He suggested. We both sat down and he got ready like he was telling me something horrific. "Why did Claire do this? Do you have any possible reason why she, you know, cut herself?"

"Umm, well," I started. I told him everything. Everything rushed out of my like a bottle full of air that had just been released. I explained to him from the part when I said 'Good bye' to her when she went to the party 'till the hospital.

"Oh - I see. I see."

"Yes, and, and, I just don't know what happened. I feel like, such a terrible mother and that nurse was right. I'm a crazed and terrible mother." I said, sniffling, trying to hold in my tears.

"Don't worry, pressure may build, and at the worst times possible, but I am sure she'll make it."

"Thank you, doctor."

"Anytime. So, come over here and I'll show you how Claire is." He said, standing and making his way over to the pale-faced teenager. I sat down beside her bed and stroked her cheek. A tear slid down my face as I raked through the possibilities I could do. But I found nothing. Nothing.

"Isn't there anything I can do? ANYTHING?" I asked softly, not removing my eyes from Claire's sickly pale face.

"Are you the same blood type as Claire? The unique kind?" He wondered. A lightbulb went off.