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I walk out of the ICU as my drunkard mother lays unconscious in one of the beds, connected to more tubes than I bothered to count. I saw this coming. She wouldn't listen to me telling her off on how dangerous alcoholism could be. Perhaps she would start listening to her own body after what happened. I sat down on one of the waiting chairs, pinching the bridge of my nose.
"I'm glad she didn't die," Amber settled down beside me, handing me a hot cup of chocolate milk.
"That's a blunt way of putting it."
"I don't sugar-coat."
"Right."
"..."
"..."
"Loosen your taut muscles, Robin. All the best will happen."
"What if she doesn't make it?"
"Die, you mean?"
"..."
"Robin, she most probably won't. She's in good hands. But even if she does, that means that's the best that can happen."
"How can death be good, Amber? How can death be good?"
"If we were less selfish, we would see that the person who died will have no more problems, no more hurt, no more sickness to suffer, because the person died. Dead. What's there to feel?"
"What about the life after death?"
"I guess that conversation is for some other time. Drink your chocolate first, Robin. Cold cups don't do good."
I sipped. "If we were to be a little more utilitarian, my mom's death would do more bad than good, no? I won't be able to have pocket money on my own, my grandma won't have money to live off from. That's two people against one. Greatest number for the greatest happiness?"
"I don't know, Robin. Don't go Stuart Mill on me. You know I'm more of a Kant."
"I love you either way, Amber."
"Say it when you mean it."
"I love you."
"..."
xxx
for those who don't know, John Stuart Mill is a philosopher that came up with the utilitarian idea, Immanuel Kant is a German philosopher who's known for his 'good as a duty' theory.
xoxo, hannah.
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