Is she struggling?

Chapter 12~ A mother wouldn't

3rd persons POV

The main group decided to stop by the hospital to see Lucy before their shift. When they enter they get surprised we'll most of them are surprised. They see Lucy,Angela,and Jayden all cuddled up fast asleep. They are so cut together, Nyla says. Yea they're like a little family, Celina says. I guess I should go ahead and get their paperwork started, Grey says and everyone laughs quietly. 20$ they're gonna get together while they're off work, Tim says. Deal, they all say besides Nolan. I'm thinking the opposite they're just sleeping, Nolan says. Ok well when they do get together while they're off of work you owe you owe all of us 20$, Nyla says. It's not gonna happen but ok, Nolan says. Nyla takes a picture of them before  they all leave and head to work and sends it to Lucy.

Lucy's POV

I was the first one to wake up I see Jayden under the hospital blanket hugging my leg while he's sleeping and Angela with her head on my chest and her arms around my waist while she's sleeping peacefully. I'm running my hand through Angela's hair my I see my phone going off but it's out of reach so I just leave it. I'm deep in thought when a nurse walks in trying to get my attention. Lucy, she says. She tries again but I don't hear her Ms.Chen, she says again when I snap out of it. Sorry I was zoned out, I say while laughing a little. No worries how are you feeling, she says. I've been better, I say with a slight smile. Let's hope that goes away but it looks like you've  a loving little family along with you for the ride of your recovery, she says pointing towards us in the bed. I thought about correcting her but I didn't I liked the thought of us being a small little family. Yea I'm highly grateful for these two, I say with a smile. She smiles, ok I, gonna change your IV drip and you should be released in about two hours,she says. I nod my head and untangle my fingers from Angela hair before lifting my arm up so she can change the IV drip. Thanks, could you pass me my phone I can't really move at the moment, I say while laughing a little. Sure no problem, she says laughing also I tell her thanks before she walks out the door. As I'm scrolling through my notifications I see a message from Nyla and it's a picture of Me,Angela, and Jayden cuddled up asleep I smile and set it as my Lock Screen.  Wow you look rough, I here someone say and it's no other than my mom. What the hell do you want, I say quietly so I won't wake Angela or Jayden up.  That's no way to treat your mother, she says. You aren't my mother so don't say that, I almost shout. I feel Jayden starting to move so I lower my voice. I gave birth to you so I am your mother, she says. My emotions start getting the best of me and next thing I know I'm screaming at her in Spanish.  Realmente eres mi madre, una madre se sentaría allí y vería mientras el marido violaba a su hija, una madre no se sentaría allí y se reía de su hija mientras la apuñalan, la golpeaban, le rompían los huesos y la rapearían, una madre no se sentaría allí y escucharía los gritos de sus hijos rogándole que lo detuviera, una madre lo detendría, una madre no abusaría emocionalmente de su hijo, una madre no haría comentarios sobre el cuerpo o la apariencia de su hijo, una madre no moriría de hambre a su hijo, una madre no haría que su hijo odie su cuerpo y la forma en que se ve, una madre no haría a su hijo Quiero suicidarse a sí misma, y una madre segura no filmaría la mitad de la mierda que su marido le hizo a su hijo. Mi jefe y su esposa han sido mejores figuras de padres para mí que tú o mi padre, así que no, Vanesa, puede que me hayas dado a luz, pero no eres mi maldita madre, vete antes de que te arreste. (Really your my mother, A mother would sit there and watch while here husband raped her daughter, A mother wouldn't sit there and laugh at her daughter while she's getting stabbed, beaten, broken bones, and rapped, A mother wouldn't sit there and listen to her childs cries begging him to stop a mother would stop him, A mother wouldn't emotionally abuse her child, A mother wouldn't make comments about her child's body or looks, A mother wouldn't starve her child, A mother wouldn't make her child hate her body and the way she looks, A mother wouldn't make her child want to kill self, and a mother sure as hell wouldn't film half of the shit her husband did to her child. My boss and his wife have been better parent figures to me then you or my dad will ever be, so no Vanesa you may have gave birth to me but your not my damn mother get the hell out before I arrest you), I yell through tears.