Roger's P.O.V
Sitting on the couch and I hear a knock coming from the front door. I checked to see who it was and it was Stacy. "What are you doing her?" she invited her self in and sat in the space where I was sitting on the couch, "I came to see you duhh." I closed the door and shook my head. "Where's your mom?" she asked while looking around, "She uhh, she's in the hospital actually." "Oh my goodness, why, what happened." she got up and hugged me, I pulled her off and replied "She just fell... but she'll be okay, I should check her anyway." and started pushing her over to the door, "Oh well we can go together, we can get flowers!" the enthusiasm in her voice grew, I looked at her with a cringed face and said "Yeahhh, sounds like fun let's go!" I tried to match her tone and my voice just broke at the end instead. We got in the car, the drive to the hospital was long and awkward for me but she seemed to be having fun singing to My Way by Frank Sinatra.
As we passed a Flower shop she lashed out on me, "Hit the brakes fool!!" I abruptly stopped the car followed by the car making a screeching noise. "What is it!?" I said while rubbing my for-head, "We have to get her flowers, look, what's her favorite flowers?" I looked at her in disbelief, "I don't know, Lilies!" I almost screamed. we walked out together and got a bunch of Lilies for my mother and headed to the hospital, I felt like I was being stared from all the sick people in here, hearing random coughs made me uncomfortable for some reason. I sat in the waiting room while Stacy went to talk to one of the doctors.
"They said she's in room 23, let's go!" I got up and walked behind her to the room, my mother was hooked up to a heart monitor and a ventilator, "The doctor said her lungs collapsed on the way to the hospital and she went brain dead so she's kind of in a coma?" Stacy said as she held my hand, at this point I thought I was brain dead because I was completely speechless what should I even do, I don't care what happens to her this is karma, but I have to show "empathy"
I hugged her and and began shedding tears but what she didn't know is that they were tears of joy. I walked over to my mother and petted her, "I hope you're okay ma..."
A.N:- Another rushed chapter... So sorry , I'm at a dead end... or am I?
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A Sick Mother Bares A Sick Child.
General Fiction"I was always a good kid mayne, well behaved and everything." those were the words of Roger Ginger on his trial four years ago today. But he was selling lies, in reality he suffered from sadistic personality disorder and bipolar disorder, his sick...
