The Reason Why

The Hospital

I don't know what to do. I take my phone out of my pocket. I usually can type in my pass code to unlock my phone in seconds, but it takes me a minute. I keep missing up. I finally get locked out and use the emergency dial.
"9-1-1. What's your emergency?" The man who answers seems so calm and happy.
"Hi, we are at 1738 Monroe St. and my mom just overdosed." I answer.
"OK police and an ambulance are on their way. What kind of drug was it?"
I scramble to pick up the bottle. "Um, it is Venlaflaxine."
"So your mother was on antidepressants? Do you know has long she was taking them?"
"No, but I can guess that it has been a few months. My sister committed suicide a few months ago."
"OK, so since she has been taking them for a whole, you should comfort her by making sure she doesn't get too cool or too warm. If she gets too cool, put a blanket and a warm washcloth or towel on her. If she gets too way, get a can or something to fun her with and put a cold washcloth or towel on her. The ambulances should be there in 7 minutes or so."
"OK thanks." I hung up and put a warm clothes on her. I ran to my room and got a blanket. I was freaking out. I hated my mom for so much. Not helping Tay, not helping me with Tay's death, fighting with dad. giving up, but most of all: putting Branden through it all with no help.
I could now hear the sirens. The paramedics came rushing and and took her out. I climbed in the back. I had left a note for dad and Branded was sleeping at a friends house. We got to the hospital and they rushed her in to do surgery or a bunch of test, I don't really know. When your mom could be dying you don't really pay much attention.
I sat in the waiting room fir what seemed like 5 hours before dad came in. I checked my phone, it was only 5. It had been 2 hours only. How? I told dad what had happened and what is happening. About half an hour later they told us we could see her, but she looks pale and she isn't awake. She was under a coma. The doctor said she would probably wake up in a week or less, but it could be as much as 2 and a half weeks. After that they will do everything they can, but they could lose her.
We went in. Mom looked white. Dad tried to act strong fir me but I saw a year slip. I was speechless. I just looked at her. What happened? I could do it. I ran out and out of the hospital. I kept running. I didn't know where too but I just ran. I ran as fast as I could. I ran and ran. I ran for 3 miles until I turned back and started walking back to the hospital. The years stopped coming about 2 miles back. I could think about this. I sat down on the grass and looked at the sky. I saw an oval. Just like the drugs mom took. I couldn't get my mind off of her so I later down and close my eyes.
"Hey what's up," a voice straddled me 5 minutes later. I looked up. Blain. He saw my expression and his face saddened. "Come sit by me." I did and told him everything. The one person I can trust, I can count on.
When I was finished he didn't say anything, I wouldn't expect anyone too. He just hugged me. It felt good. It's what I needed. "It is going to be okay. It will all be okay." It sounded like we was trying to convince me and convince himself that his life would work out too. He sighed loudly. "Back to the hospital?"
"Thanks, but I think I will walking back, Clear my mind again."
"You sure?" I knodded. "Okay. If you need to talk or anything just say so."
"Okay thanks." I don't know if I could talk again. I don't know if I can her over this. I got out and started walking back to the hospital.