𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝𝐲 | 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝗼𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞

𝐁𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝗼𝗼𝐥 𝐩𝐭. 1

I WAS WOKEN UP AT FOUR-O-SEVEN IN THE MORNING, BY THE SHRILL OF MY PHONE. I had fallen asleep in my contacts, so it felt like my eyes were being glued together. Not fun. But I managed to roll to the other side of my bed and snatch my phone from my dresser. I didn't even bother looking at the contact.

    "Hello?" I sounded like gollum, from Lord of The Rings.

    "Ms. Walker, is this you?" As soon as I heard her voice I sat up like a rod. It felt like my body had been drenched in cold water, every nerve was buzzing.

    "Y-yes, Dr. Westfield. Is... is everything okay? Is my mom okay?" I bombarded her with questions. The other line went silent for a moment and then I heard a deep sight, which is never good.

    "Last night, your mother contracted an infection." The air got knocked from my lungs. My bottom lip quivered and I felt tears begin to sting behind my eyes.

    "Shit. How bad? What are you giving her?" I stammered out.

    "We are trying our best to coax the infection out. She's already looking better, but we would prefer it if you came and saw her." Not seeing her wasn't even an option. I jumped up out of bed and began running around to find my cloths.

    "Of course, I'll be there in twenty-minutes." And with that, I hung up and threw myself in drive.

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    I made it to the hospital in record braking time, I had been too focused on my mom to remember to text someone that I was going to be late. On my way to the third floor, I fumbled for my phone. I settled on texting Jim because he was the only one that knew the entirety of the situation, and I really didn't want to bother anyone on the crew.

TO JIM:

Not gonna be in this morning. Something happened with my mom.
(Sent at 4:38 am)

Ok, don't worry about it, I'll tell Micheal something.
I'll talk to you went you get out. It's gonna be okay, Evie.
(Sent at 4:40 am)

    I firmly believe that Jim was handcrafted by God. I put my phone back in my pocket and rushed out of the elevator. I signed in at the reception desk, smoothing the little name tag on my shirt out. I walked quietly to my moms room, seeing as it was four-in-the-morning. I saw Dr. Westfield standing outside the room and I up-ed my speed.

"Hello, Evangeline. I'm sorry to wake you up this early." She apologized. Her face seemed a lot more tired than when I first met her.

    "Don't apologize, thank you so much. How is she?" Concern laid heavy on my voice. Dr. Westfield gave me a small smile.

    "She's okay, It's a small infection and we caught it before it could do anything terrible." I felt like there was a but coming. "But..." And there it is.

"Evangeline, I know you don't want to hear this, but we don't think she has long left." My heart skipped a beat at her words. I knew my mother didn't have long, I'm not and idiot. I was just grasping at the tiniest bit of hope that she would make it through. I felt the tears build up behind my eyes and I looked down at the floor.

"How—erm, how much time do you think she has?" I whispered. I heard the doctor sigh, taking a breath before answering.

"Maybe a month? Two? All we can do is make her as comfortable as possible." I nodded my head and wiped my eyes quickly. "Just be with her." Dr. Westfield patted my shoulder before walking away.