Hidden Sister

Five

Gianna

"Mom!"

That voice startled me out of my sleep. Fear rushed through me as I got up and ran forwards the sound of that voice. The voice came from the boys room.

Once I opened the door, I saw my worst nightmare. Max laying on the floor, motionless, while Blake stood over him while looking afraid.

I immediately ran over to Max, who was struggling to breathe. I picked him up from the floor and held him in my arms. I felt my own eyes fill with tears knowing what could happen to my baby, but I blinked them away. I couldn't let my kids see me cry.

"Blake, wake up Aspen and get ready to go to the hospital!" I ordered, as I ran with Max out of the room. Blake hand managed to wake Aspen up and minutes later we were all rushing to the car.

Once we got in the car, I hit the brakes and we went speeding off to the hospital.

"Help! My son, he's not breathing!" I yelled as I ran into the E.R doors, not caring who saw me. From behind me, Blake and Aspen watched the scene.

Two nurses immediately ran over to my son, examining him.

"We need to take him to see what's wrong!" One of them exclaimed, as they began to ask me questions about Max. I told them all his information, his name, how old he was, etc. While I talked, I continued to panic, which lead to the nurses trying to calm me down.

After telling everything to the nurses or whatever they were, we were lead to a small room to wait.

It wasn't like a large waiting room, there were a few chairs, and a vending machine where we were. During the entire time, I draped one arm around Blake and the other around Aspen.

"Is Max going to be okay?" Aspen questioned me.

"I hope so baby, I hope so," I told her, hoping that he was going to be alright. Even though I wasn't religious anymore, I made a silent prayer to make sure he was okay.

We stayed like this for about another hour. Blake and Aspen had fallen asleep by the time a young doctor called my name. I immediately walked over to her.

"Your son is fine, he just had an asthma attack. Has he ever had one before?"

"No, why would he have one now?" I questioned, fear laced in my voice.

"Asthma is common in young children, especially children around Max's age. It is usually triggered by something in the environment, or it sometimes is genetically passed down. There was nothing you could have done to stop it. We gave him some medicine and you will have to use an inhaler," The doctor explained to me, as I nodded my head.

She told me I could see him before then discharged him, so I wasted no time going to his room. I had woken up Blake to keep and eye on Aspen.

"When can we see Max mom?" Blake asked me.

"They are going to discharge him soon, so when he is discharged you can see him!" I explained to Blake as he nodded his head. After that, I wasted no time heading to Max's room.

As soon as I entered, his face lit up. He was being examined by a nurse or an intern I presume. I immediately ran over to him and gave him a huge hug.

I felt myself relax with relief as I held my baby boy in my arms.

The nurse explained to me what I had to do with Max's medication or his inhaler. He had to take it for a certain amount of days before he was clear. And even after that, if he felt like he couldn't breathe, he had to take it again for that day.

After that, the nurse had brought be aside and handed me the bill.

My eyes widened on how much it was- it was certainly more than I could handle. I felt all my blood run cold as I stared at the amount that I had received.

"A-and when is this due?" I asked.

"The end of November!" She told me, with a fake smile.

This bill was more than I made...... How the fuck was I going to pay this amount?

When we left the hospital, the sun was rising. I didn't know we had stayed that long. But what concerned me most is how the hell was I going to pay the hospital bill and manage to be a single mom at the same time?

I couldn't go begging to my family, I didn't beg for anything. I didn't beg for anything, I was the most independent child when I was younger.

I was too independent in fact. And some often called me stubborn too.

I guess Blake inherited one thing from me- we were both stubborn. While Blake could be calm, he was also stubborn at times.

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The kids fell asleep with ease, they had been up most of the night anyways. I was deadbeat tired, but I was used to it. Life always pressured me in every single way. As the days went by, my work hours became longer and longer without any stopping. I didn't have any breaks, and certainly got no sleep at all.

I was grateful to have my friends help me out, otherwise my kids would have to be at the house alone or come to me when I went to work.

I realized I needed to call someone. Even more bills were piling up and I couldn't afford to pay everything, I was drowning in debt.

I never thought I needed help until now.

I couldn't call anyone in my family- they would lecture me of what I had gotten myself into this time. They were out of the option.

My friends couldn't just lend me money, that was asking too much of them.

There was only one person I could call now. After all, he owed me some major favors.

I opened up my phone as I typed up his number. The phone continued to ring and I hoped he would pick up. If he picked up that means we would have a chance of-

"Hello?" A tired voice spoke through the phone.

"Damien?"

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Cliffhanger, HAHA! Who do you think Damien is? Is he good, is he bad?

So I have been feeling a lot of inspiration for this book and I know what direction this is going to go!

Thanks for reading, ily everyone!