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I walk through the hospital doors, feeling like I practically live here by now.
I've been here more than I've been at my own house in the last few days.
Last Saturday Annabeth tried to kill herself, and she's been under twenty four hour supervision ever since then, because of Kaelin's orders.
And to make matters even more better, just last night Mam, who never leaves her bed, decided she would leave her bedroom and barely even made it two steps before falling over and hitting her head, knocking herself unconscious.
So obviously Aspen and I drove her to the hospital, and she's fine now, but the doctors are seriously worried about her health, and everything, so she's also under supervision in the ICU, again because of Kaelin.
So I'm only here again, because Kaelin called me saying Mam wanted to talk to me, which honestly kind of worries me because I can't remember the last time shes said one word to me.
Aspen is still at home with Dad, who has been fine in the past few days, which is honestly good, because if Dad was having one of his moods, Aspen wouldn't be able to handle him on his own.
Anyways, I walk into the elevator and then go to the second floor cause that's where my Mam is, when I find my sister she's sitting outside one of the rooms, looking like she hasn't slept in a week.
Which she probably hasn't, with Mam, Annabeth and all of her night shifts, she hasn't been home in two days.
"Oh thank god, you're here." Kaelin sighs, standing up, "She hasn't talked much, but if she does she's all I want to talk to Patrick, give me drugs-and blah blah blah."
"Right." I say, and point to the nearest door. "Is this her room?"
"Yeah." Kaelin confirms, and I take a deep breath before opening up the door, to reveal my Mam who is laying on her side, lifeless eyes staring at the floor.
"Mam." I say, once I've closed the door. Her eyes flit up towards me, and she blinks a few times before slowly sitting up. "Patrick."
"Kaelin said you wanted to talk?"
She nods, and points to the seat beside her bed. "Come and sit."
I move towards the seat, and sit down, she gives me a weak smile, grabbing my hand. "How are things?"
How are things? When in the world has those words ever come out of my mother's mouth? The answer is never. So why is she asking me this now?
