For The Best Of Us⇝j.s

Chapter 2️⃣5️⃣

It was about 5pm and me & Jacob were currently on our way to the hospital to visit my Mom. I was honestly so nervous. It's been such a long time since I've seen her and I don't know what to expect.

I squeeze onto Jacob's hand as we both look out the window in the backseat. He looks at me with a smile. That smile always has a way of getting me.

We finally arrive our destination about 15 minuets and we pay then exit the uber.

"Thank you, have a nice day." I say as the driver pulls off.

I take a deep breathe and look up at the hospital. My stomach dropped. I just stood there, not moving an inch.

"Take all the time you need." I hear Jacob say, as my eyes were still glued to the building.

About 30 seconds later I grab his hand.

"I'm ready." I finally tell him, he gives me a nod and we walk inside.

I immediately felt a switch of environment when we entered.

I could see the sorrow on some the of people's faces sitting in the waiting area.

We slowly walk up to the front desk for assistance.

"Hi how may I help you two today?" I small brunette woman asked.

She looked young, but safisticated & her hair was nicely pulled back.

"Hi, we're here as visitors." I say politely.

"Okay and what's the patients name?" She asks, instantly typing things on the computer.

"Alissa Paiswell." I reply anxiously.

"Alrighty, she's located in room 643 A & here are you guys visiting passes." She says, handing us the stickers.

We put them on our shirts and thank her as we leave.

We find the A area and begin to see numbers, we were now in the 600's.

"Look it says 600-650's over there." Jacob points out and we walk to that direction.

We got closer and closer until we reached room 643.

"This is it." I say nervously, I could feel my palms sweating and my hands shaking.

"Aubrey, it'll be fine I promise." Jacob says, putting a hand on my shoulder.

I look up at him and nod.

I slowly put my hand on the door nob and turn it.

"Mom?" I call out, as we both step inside.

"Aubrey is t that y you?" I hear a fragile voice respond.

I steadily walk up to the bed to reveal my badly bruised Mom.

Her face had scars and scratches all over her and her head was tightly bandaged. One of her arms was in a cast it looked like she could barely talk.