((tw: death))
Three days since the near deadly encounter with his father. A full week since the admission of his mother. Three months since the initial meeting of Clay. Four years since his father left. George's mind wondered from memory to memory. All the pent up anger and fear from all those years came flooding back. It was like a river in the early days of spring, a small trickle at first as the snow began to melt and then it flooded over, spilling over the sandy bays.
He stared forward, down the brightly light hallways. It seemed to distort and sway in the light. An obnoxious ticking of the clock near him. It was starting to annoy him now. He thought back to the events of the passed several weeks. He had been given extra time on his missing assignments from class. He was starting to fall behind. But was that really the issue here? He dad near killed him, his mother laid on her deathbed. George bit his lip.
Suddenly, a soft tune start playing from his phone. George glanced down, sniffling absentmindedly. It was Bad. George blinked. Hadn't heard from him in a long time. "Hello?" George answered, his voice swallow and meek.
"Hey George..." Bad's voice was full of sorrow and pity. This angered George, but he didn't show it. "How are you holding up? It's been awhile."
George grunted a soft response.
"Everyone in computer science misses you." He began. "That Sapnap dude came by to pick some stuff up for you, he ended up breaking Fundy's project and it was basically a war." Bad gave a small chuckle. "They're pretty scary when they're angry."
"I bet..." George leaned back in his chair. He watched the others around him. Eliza was getting dropped off soon.
"There is a new kid at school too, named Ranboob or something. Him and Eret get along well, mostly because their voices are on the same hertz frequency." George closed his eyes, listening to Bad talk about nonsense. "You know Jay Schlatt?"
"Mhm..."
"Well, Schlatt is running for student body right? Well Wilbur challenged him. Wilbur chose Tommy as his vice and Schlatt chose Alex Quackity. It's pretty chaotic. There are so many posters. Pog2020 or Schlatt2020. There is also Fundy's and Niki's party of Coconut2020 but they are running as a gag i think."
George gave a stifled laughed. "What even is a pog?"
"I dunno, but doesn't it just feel natural to say?" Bad's voice got higher as he heard George laugh.
"It's pretty pogchamp i guess."
"What?"
"Heh... i dunno man." George sighed into a soft chuckle.
Bad laughed. "Oh!" He chirped as he thought of another thing to say. "Finn and Vurb are planning senior prank. Spifey is joining too. Something about toes."
"Sounds disturbing." George finally looked up at the glass doors and saw his sister walking in. "I gotta go, talk to you later..." George mumbled his fair well and hung up. He approached his sister slowly. She looked so tired. It would all be over soon. George would soon take his spring test and get into collage. From there all would be okay.
The two siblings really didn't speak as the walked down the long corridor to the hospital room where their mother stayed.
George's heart shattered when he entered the room. You would expect an abundance of flowers and gifts there in support of their mother, but instead the room was barren. There was no color here, no life, nothing. The tv mounted on the wall was turned off, the curtains closed, ceasing all light. A soft overhead light illuminated the room. It was as if she was already dead.
George placed a comforting hand on Eliza's shoulder and squeezed. He stood there for a second, before pulling his sister into a hug tighter than anything. Eliza kind of just sat there, she had been through a lot lately. She mostly stayed at friend's houses now, or at Clay's where George mainly stayed.
It made him so mad he had to rely on others for help. George had gone so long without a helping hand why did he need it now? It gave up fighting it. Even he knew when he was in too deep. He glanced at the woman laying on the bed beside him. As a doctor, George knew if he continued down this road, he would be six feet under.
Eliza broke away from the embrace and turned to her mother. She leaned over, bringing herself closer to her. "I love you mom." Eliza kissed her mother's cheek then hopped back. She glanced at George and nodded. "I don't wanna be in the room when she dies." She stated. George barely nodded before she walked out of the room.
George's gaze fluttered to his mother. Her breathing was so shallow you could barely see it. She was on life support of this point. The green zigzag was very small now, no dramatics highs or lows anymore. He took a seat next to her and sighed.
"You can go in peace. You don't have to worry anymore..." George said this, more to himself. "I'm gonna reach out. I know i can't do this alone anymore. People are willing to support us. A-and it wont be forever. Three weeks and ill take the test. And I'll pass." He reached out and grabbed her cold hand and squeezed.
He watched as her chest fell for once last time and didn't rise. When he noticed this, he squeezed his eyes shut, a tear involenteerly running down his cheek. His eyes remained closed until he heard it.
The heart monitor fell flat. The long and eerie call echoed through the bare hospital room.
"I love you mom..."
