"beep, beep, beep." I've always hated that sound, but now I hate it more than ever. As I gazed down at my mother's bandage covered body I thought bitterly of how I could have saved her. I was just coming home from Starbucks thinking happy thoughts about Toby, when I walked in on my mom laying on the floor unconscious.
"Mom!" I screamed and ran over to her and tried to shake her awake. that was probably a bad idea at the time but I didn't care. When she didn't wake up I pulled out my phone and dialed 911, I told them what happend and hung up.
I grabbed an ice pack and put it on her head and tried to convince myself that it wasn't so bad. "No, no, no,no, please, no, no, no,no." I was crying hysterically now. "Mom please don't be dead, I'm so sorry I should have stayed. Please, please, PLEASE!"
Tears were streaming endlessly down my face, and I could feel that my face was red also. "Mom I love you. Mom I'm sorry." She stirred and looked up at me. "Its ok. I love you sweetie." She smiled weakly and closed her eyes. And I feared that she took her last breath. Five minutes later I was still crying and I felt a pair of strong arms pull me away.
"No!" I screamed, clinging to my mothers potentially dead body. "Its ok she's in good hands now." A husky voice told me. I looked up and saw a burly man with shirt that said paramedic on it. "Are-are you the p-paramedic?"I Mentally slapped myself. Of course he's the paramedic! He has a shirt on that says paramedic in big red bold letters. God I can be so stupid sometimes.
"Yes I'm the paramedic, and don't worry your mom will be ok." I sniffed. "o-ok." I rode in the ambulance to the hospital and sat in the waiting room for the rest of the night. And this morning they finnaly let me see her, so here I am thanking my rarely lucky nuggets that she isn't dead. They said that she's in a coma and might not come out for another two weeks.
I sighed and stood up from the position I was sitting in for the past four hours, I'm going to have nightmares about how uncomfortable that chair was. I walked out of the hospital then stopped walking. Where am I even going? Well I could use a hot coffee right about now.
I drove to Starbucks and breathed in the scent of freshly ground coffee and pastries. I ordered my coffee and sat down at the same table where me and Toby met yesterday. The thought made me smile.
God I really needed someone to talk to right now. I scrolled through my contacts and tapped the one I wanted. " Hey Toby? Yeah. Can you come to Starbucks please? I really need someone to talk to. Ok. See you soon. Bye." I hung up and set my phone down, waiting. Soon I heard the tinkle of bells signaling someone walked in through the door. I heard someone slide into the booth in front of me.
"Hey." I looked up. "Hey." He reached up to run a hand through his hair and his shirt sleeve slipped down a little, and I slowly realized with horror what was on his arm. There was thousands of deep cuts running up and down it.
