*Flashback*
"I'm sorry but Mrs. Sire, if Martin doesn't get the chemotherapy he could die," Doctor Reid, whispered to my mother. They would occasionally glance back at me during their conversation, checking to see if I was listening to them. I would always pretend to be interested in the t.v. that hung up the hospital room.
"Okay, uh could we discuss this again later, doctor?" My mom nervously looked over her shoulder. She knew I heard everything they were saying. Nothing I did really got past my mother.
"Uh, of course." Dr. Ried cleared his throat sensing I was listening also. I didn't understand why they had to keep it a secret. I was the one dying, shouldn't I be the one to know?
"Thank you." She walked back towards me as the my doctor left my room. She got comfortable on the small space on my bed next to me.
"You're quite the ease dropper aren't you." She let out a weak chuckle attempting to lift the mood. Attempting. Anybody could tell that her heart wasn't in it. She had just been told her son could die if not treated.
"Mom, stop it." I stared at her , watching her facade began to crumble. I knew she was internally hurting and I couldn't fix that, but I didn't want her to cause herself anymore pain by holding it in.
Her hazel eyes begin to glisten as she stared at me. Her lips trembled, while her hands clinged to her grey cardigan that was wrapped around her small frame. She looked like she could break any minute.
"I'm so sorry, " she whispered. And I knew she was. There was no way my mother could afford my chemotherapy. Between her and my dad's job, there's no way. We only had enough to get by and sometimes barely that.
"It's not your fault mom," I held her in my arms feeling as if I'm the one taking care of her instead of the other way around. I stroked her hair feeling her tears dampen the hospital gown I had been given. I loved my mother with all my heart and it truly hurt to see her cry like this. Her sobs grew harder causing tears to fall onto my cheeks.
Short chapter but I'll probably update later.
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Ficção Geral"Why do you bother talking to a jacked up person like me?" He didn't understand why she took time out for him, a person who was just going to die in a little while. "You really care to know don't you?" He'd been asking her that question ever since...
