Reckless Heart

Chapter 30

CHAPTER 30  

You have no idea what I am feeling right now ... 

My mom? 

Hospital? 

Confined? 

Oh my God. 

"Please let her be okay." I silently prayed as I got out of the cab but right then I knew that it was a lie. 

I pushed the glass doors of the hospital. I took a deep breath; I looked at the place until my eyes landed on him. 

He walked towards me. 

He was the guy I saw that day in the restaurant with mom. 

No... 

My hands were shaking. 

"Ms. Casimiro?" He asked. 

I couldn't find my voice. I don't even know if I can ever speak again so I just nodded. 

"I'm Dr. Johnson, your mother's doctor." I looked up. He was about in his late thirties. 

He gestured his hand forward giving me way to walk towards the elevator. 

Doctor. He was mom's doctor. That's why that day... 

This is not happening. Oh God. 

Once inside the elevator I finally found my voice, "What's going on?" 

"Now is not the right time." He said. 

I nodded. What happened to mom? Is she sick? No way. She was fine. 

We reached our floor and got out. We walked pass a couple of rooms and he suddenly stopped. He sat in one of the chairs. I took the one next to it. 

He took a deep breath. 

What am I even doing here? I'm in a hospital with a guy I don't even know. I want to know where mom is! 

"I'm really sorry." I heard him say. 

That was it. That's all it took. The world seemed to stop. 

My hands were really shaking. 

"Your mother..." He started. "She has leukemia." 

I shut my eyes and hugged myself. 

"No. That's not true. No. You're lying." I didn't notice that I was already crying. I was sobbing so hard. 

"I know it's hard for you Ms. Casimiro. But you have to be strong and-" 

"NO! You're lying! Mommy's fine! She doesn't have cancer!" I stood up and pointed my finger at him.

"That's not true. It can't be." My hands are already covering my eyes. I never used to call her mommy before... 

But the more I denied it the more it seemed to be true. There were signs. Her being absent and stressed. 

Oh my God. This is all my fault. 

The doctor was quiet. 

"Where is she?" I heard myself say. 

"Right in there." I pointed to the room three doors away from us. He stood up and was about to leave. "I really am sorry Ms. Casimiro." He put he's hand on my shoulder and left. 

My fault. Everything. 

I walked down the hallway, I was hugging myself. I stopped right in front of room number 307, the one Dr. Johnson pointed. I reached for the doorknob, hand shaking. My other hand was over my mouth, trying so hard not to sob. I turned the handle and the sight was just to much for me.