A Ghostly love (LAMP)

12. The worry?

POV Of anxiety...

I was pacing around the living room while the others were sleeping in their rooms. I was panicking because we hadn't heard anything from Thomas in 2 weeks. The first week I just thought that he didn't want to speak to anyone but now? I'm thinking he got into an accident or kidnapped or killed...

I know... I was worrying way to much but I call my self anxiety so...

I didn't notice someone behind me until I heard someone yawn. I jumped and turned around quickly.

"Why are you up pat?" I asked a bit frightened and confused.

"It's 7am. Why would I-" he yawned and than continued. "Not be?" He asked.

"7am? I thought.." I looked at a clock to see it was actually 7. "Oh.."

"Why were you pacing kiddo?" Patton asked raising his eyebrow a bit.

"Oh umm..." I paused and then sighed. "I'm worried about Thomas and ray. We hadn't heard anything for two weeks so I'm anxious.." I explained.

"Oh, I'm sure tommy is fine." Patton smiled at me and walked to the kitchen. I sighed and sat down on the couch. I was just worried but... what if something did happen..?

POV Of Thomas..

"Bye Joan, I'll talk to you later." I waved goodbye at them and got in the car. I drove away from their house and to the hospital. Mom was being released today. I need to take care of her for a few more weeks.

I parked in the hospital parking lot, close as I could to the door, and went to get mom. I smiled at the front desk person.

"Ray sanders?" She asked me smiling since she knew who I was here for.

"Yeah, is she in her room?" The lady nodded and I thanked her. I walked to moms room. She heal quite quickly but there was still a cast on her arm and a few stitches. "Hi mom," I smiled at her as she smiled back.

"Hey Tom. What's going on?" She asked.

"Well.. your aloud to leave but you have to stay with me.." I rubbed the back of my head. She smiled and sat up carefully.

"Well let's get out of here." She paused looking at the wheelchair that was in the corner of the room. "Do I have to get in a wheel chair?" She asked.

"Umm... I'll check with a nurse." I walked out to see a nurse walking down the hall and he saw me. He smiled and stopped.

"Is something wrong sir?"

"Uhh kinda, do you know anything about ray sanders and if she needs a wheelchair?" I asked the male.

"Oh yes. I was just about to see her be released. I assuming your her son?" I nodded and smiled. "Okay. She shouldn't walk much so I suggest a wheelchair." I nodded as we walked into the room. "Good morning Ray." The nurse greeted and grabbed the wheelchair.

"Hey Sam," mom greeted him. He pushed the wheelchair next to her. Mom seemed to understand she needs it and he tells her what he told me. He helped her into the wheelchair and started to push her to the front.

"I have other patents to see, I hope you get better soon." He walked away. I pushed mom to the car. I helped her in and put the wheelchair in the back since I was told a while ago that that's my moms personal one since she couldn't stand long at this moment.

I got into the driver side and started to drive. I looked briefly at mom and she was smiling with her eyes closed.

"Hey mom?" I spoke keeping my eyes on the road.

"Yeah?" She shifted a bit from what I could hear.

"About anxiety.." I started. "He's probably really worried since I couldn't call or text the others. Does he have anxiety?"

"Yeah, plus this would really Worry him. Let's just hope that it's not gonna lead to an attack." She said sighing.

"It must be terrible.." I said sadly. I could tell mom raised an eyebrow.

"Terrible? What is?" She asked.

"Being dead with a bunch of humans. None of them knowing he's pain he goes through. Plus he doesn't know his past." I said keeping my eyes on this long road.

"Yeah.. He's told me stories before but most of them were vague and confusing. They weren't really stories but oh well."

"Mom?" I slowed down after all there was a car going really slowly in front of me.

"Yeah?" Mom looked at me in confusion.

"Do you think there's any ways we can get he's memory back?"