At sharply midnight, we arrive at the emergency room at Dover General Hospital. Mom is rolled out of the ambulance and rolled into the ER. I follow her as fast as I can.
After she is registered, she is changed into a gown, and set in her bed in a private room.
I'm ordered to complete paperwork for Mom, and I do so. The questions are easy. I answer those quickly and sign my name at the bottom of the papers. 10 minutes after doing paperwork, I turn it in.
I locate Mom's room. Once I find it, I go inside.
Mom is lying in her bed, hooked up to several machines.
I burst into tears as I look at pitiful Mom.
A doctor comes in.
"Hello, I am Dr. Avery," She greets with a closed smile and a handshake.
"Hi, I'm Cassie Somers, her daughter," I greet back with a forced smile and a handshake.
"All right, I heard that she was found unconscious on the floor at home." Dr. Avery confirms, sitting down, and peering at a piece of paper on her clipboard.
"Yes."
"Well, let me look at her and I'll try my best to diagnose whatever she has."
"Okay."
I watch Dr. Avery stand up and walk over to Mom and check Mom all over from head to toe and everywhere in between.
"Miss Somers," Dr. Avery approaches me, taking a deep breath, struggling to make eye contact with me.
"Yes, Dr. Avery?" I gulp.
"Your mother has had a stroke."
"A stroke?!"
"Yes."
"Oh my God. Will she be okay?"
"She'll be fine, but that stroke is pretty severe. She'll wake up sometime tonight or tomorrow, but she won't be herself. She may not be able to speak, she may not be able to move her muscles, and other things like that."
"Will she be like that for the rest of her life?"
"I'm afraid so."
I start sobbing again.
"I'm sorry, Miss Somers," Dr. Avery apologizes sympathetically.
I don't respond.
"We'll discuss treatments tomorrow, okay?" Dr. Avery says.
I nod my head in response. I want that damn doctor to leave.
"I'll be leaving now."
Good.
Dr. Avery walks out of the room and closes the door behind her.
I lie down on the maroon leather couch, which totally doesn't match the pale green painted walls, and I sadly watch Mom until I fall asleep.
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A Perfect Mistake
Teen Fiction"Cassie, sweetie, please do me a huge favor." "What is it, Mom?" "Do. Not. Get. Pregnant." "Ever?" "I mean, don't get pregnant in your teen years." "Okay, Mom, I won't." My mom trusted me to keep my promise....I was 13 and in middle school at the ti...
