Independent.

Ch.3

|Naomi|

Today, I'm going to visit my grandmother and then probably take Nikki out for some ice cream. I really don't have much to do, today.

"Hi, grandma!" Nicole shouted.

My grandmother picked her up. "Hey, sweetie. How are you?"

"Good!"

"That's good. Why don't you go in the back and see what grammy did for you."

Nicole wiggled out her arms and ran towards the back. We then heard her scream.

"A Minnie Mouse playroom!" She yelled. "Thanks, grammy!"

We just laughed as I went to sit on the couch.

"Would you like something to drin-" She then got cut off by her own coughing.

I didn't think much about it, until I heard her throwing up.

I immediately hopped off and ran into the kitchen, only to see my grandmother on her knees, throwing up blood.

I instantly grabbed the house phone and called an ambulance.

I ran and knelt by her side, not really knowing what to do. I was scared out of mind and just crying.

I rubbed her back and tried to think of what was wrong with her.

"Mommy, gue-"

She stopped her eyes immediately started to water.

"Grandma.."

"Nicole, go back in the room. Grammy's going to be OK." I said, finding it hard to believe myself.

She nodded sadly, and soon, I heard the sound of sirens.

I rushed to the door and they hurriedly piled in, running to my grandmother.

"Patient unresponsive!" They called out.

Soon, she was rushed out on a gurney as I followed them.

"Is she going to be ok!?" I asked, running alongside the gurney.

"We're not one-hundred percent sure, ma'am, but there's a great chance she won't make it.

At that point, I just broke down. I don't know what I would do if she was to pass away. She's all that I have, besides Nicole. I can't lose her.

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I was now sitting in the waiting room, waiting for my grandmother's results. I have a feeling that they're not going to be what I want them to be, but I hope not.

"Mommy.." I didn't want to bring Nicole here, but I had nowhere else for her to go, so I had no option.

"Yes, baby?"

"Is grammy going to die?"

Be strong. Be strong. Don't cry, Naomi.

"Um..well, I-"

"No! Grammy's going to die!" She cried. Lucky, there were no people in here.

"Nicole, shh baby. Everything's going to be alright, OK?" I said, rocking her back and forth on my lap.

She just continued to sob.

Soon, Dr. Riveta came out with a sympathetic face along with a clipboard.

I already knew by that look, that she was gone.

I put my face in my hands as I started crying. I guess Nicole caught on, because she started crying harder.

I started hiccuping as more tears fell from my eyes. I couldn't believe it.

"I'm sorry for your loss." He said.

"Thank you." I weakly smiled.

I stood up and picked Nicole up.

"So, how did she..." I gulped. "Die?"

"Cancer. Breast cancer, matter of fact. She was at a critical stage, so they're wasn't much we could to save her."

Cancer?

I thought.

She looked perfectly fine. Why would she keep that from me? We possibly could've gotten help at the earlier stages.

"May we..see her?" I asked, really not prepared to do so.

"Are you sure?" He asked carefully.

I nodded my head cautiously, as we then proceeded. We then stopped, causing me to take a deep breath.

Dr. Riveta then opened the door. I peeked my head in there, but what I saw caused me to immediately pull it back out.

That woman in there didn't look anything like my grandmother. The only reason I knew it was her is because I caught a quick glimpse of the birthmark on her face.

"Have you changed your mind, Mrs. Rivers?"

I quickly shook my head, "I want to say a few words before she has to taken out of here."

He nodded his head understandingly. "Would it be OK if I take little Miss Nicole to the play area?" He suggested.

I nodded my head, "Yes, please."

He then walked off with Nicole, as I walked into my grandmother's room.

I immediately broke down, as I took a seat at her bedside. I touched her face, before taking a deep breath...

I Can Honestly Say That This Chapter Was A Bit Emotional And Sad.

I Hoped You Enjoyed, Though And Don't Forget Toooo..

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