Those three words (Maxxie Oliver/Skins)

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"You need to get some fresh air, Fi." Maxxie told me as I rest my head next to my mom's hand that lay delicately against the bed.

"I'm fine." I replied simply.

"And you'll be more than fine if you got out of here for a few hours." Maxxie added.

It had been 2 weeks since the incident, and not once had Maxxie nor I left the hospital. No matter how much I tried to get him to leave, he refused. He was skipping school, skipping rehearsals and skipping his social life just to be with me. It was hard to understand why- this wasn't his mom. He barely knew my mom, besides that one time they chatted. Yet, he was acting as if she was everything to him.

"Doctors said she'll wake up any moment now." I said as I lifted my head and stared at my mom's face. She looked asleep, but I knew she was more than just sleeping

"And that's great, but it doesn't mean you have to stay here twenty four hours straight every single day." Maxxie said, touching my shoulder.

I looked up at him. "Yeah, but I want to be the first person she sees when she does." To Maxxie, I probably sounded crazy. But I was lying to myself, telling myself she would wake up any minute even though there was a low chance of that happening. The doctors didn't tell me that, I told myself that.

And Maxxie knew the truth. He frowned upon me constantly, but I didn't let myself pay attention to it.

"Mum said she'll bring over more clothes for you." Maxxie said. Jackie had been more than amazing to me during the whole thing. She had even spent a few hours a week siting by my mom, talking to her as if she could hear her. I knew my mom would be ecstatic if she found out her old best friend was next to her.

She had also been bringing me things while I stayed over at the hospital such as clothes, hair and body wash, and blankets. I couldn't tell her how much I appreciated it, but promised I'd pay her back for all the money she had spent on me for food and new clothes as soon as I returned home- that is, if I returned home.

I hadn't seen my dad since that night. I had no idea if he was even still living at home, but if he was I didn't want to risk it.

"Maxxie, your performance is next week. You need to go to practice." I told my best friend.

"Don't worry about it. Actually, I wasn't sure if I was going to do it." Maxxie said and my eyes widened.

"What?! No! You can't say that! You've worked so hard on it and-"

"I'll only do it if you come." Maxxie interrupted.

I paused, contemplating it. I really don't want to go, but I also don't want to be the reason Maxxie dropped out on something that he had spent so many months perfecting.

Well, it is in a weeks time, which is still ages away. Maybe my mom will wake up before then.

A knock on the door caused both of us to turn our heads over our shoulders. Jackie peered into the room, holding a gym bag in one hand.

"Hello, darling." She said as she walked towards us. I stood up and turned to face her completely, smiling gratefully at her. "This is for you."

I took the bag from her before dropping it down to engulf her in a hug. Once we pulled away, I spoke. "Do me a favour and take your son home with you. I don't want him to miss out on anymore school." I said, acting as if I wasn't missing out on school as well.