Chapter 35

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      That was it my heart sank. My worst fears were realities. It was there, he said it. He couldn't take care of me. I was right all along. I stuck on that fake smile that I was getting pretty good at, when Mr. Morris hung up the phone and walked in. He gave me a tired smile and we walked out of the room. He took me straight to Jane's room.
      She looked horrible. Her hair was thin and a mess. She was pale, paler than she was when we got in the wreck trying to get here in the first place. She was skinny, she was skinny before but not this unhealthy pale skinny. She looked like she had goosebumps and I could see the blue veins in her arms. She was asleep when we first walked in but woke up after a few minutes. "Hi Alex," she croaked and strained to say as if she breathed too hard she would die. "Hi Jane," I responded cheerfully trying to brighten the sad mood filling the room. After that she just looked at me until she fell asleep. When she feel asleep Mr. Morris ushered me out of the room and into the waiting area, he still hadn't said a single word.
"Alex my mom is coming to watch you." Well hello too, I thought but I didn't respond I just shook my head. The nurse had decided to send me home with a sling for a few days so I awkwardly adjusted the strap on the sling. Soon a slim older lady walked into the room. She was wearing a loose fitting black t- shirt and a pair of sweats, she must've just rushed out the door I thought. I was glad it was a grandma, she would fall asleep earlier and sleep harder.
We jumped into her red Volkswagen bug and I uneasily put on the seatbelt. "What's wrong sweetie?" She asked seeing the look of concern on my face. "The last time I was in a car I had to pull two people out of a four door bomb." She nodded understandingly and pulled out of the parking lot. When we got to the house I told her that my arm was hurting and that I wanted to go to bed. She said okay and I went to my room. I closed the door and pulled out my new backpack Mr. Morris had bought me. I had to pack.

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