Disclaimer: Yeah, I don't own any of these characters or anything like that, I just own the plot line haha. This story is about Amy's mom dying of cancer and Ephram deciding whether or not he should go to Europe or stay and comfort Amy...enjoy!
Chapter 1 "An Ordinary Day"
FLASHBACK
"What is it, Amy?" A worried Hannah asked
Amy Abott looked down
"My mom has cancer." She said with tears begining to roll down her cheeks
"Oh, Amy." Hannah said hugging Amy and crying with her.
-----3 weeks later------
"Harold?" Rose asked her husband as he was rambling on about her chemotherapy being done.
"Yes, dear?" He responded.
"I can't feel my legs." She said in a worried and tired voice.
"We're going to the hospital, now." Harold said
He wheeled Rose over to the stairs and proceeded to carry her down the stairs. Once he reached the bottom he called for Bright.
"Bright!" Harold yelled
"Yeah dad?" He asked, popping out of his room and coming to the top of the stairs.
"Can you bring your mothers wheelchair down here? hurry!" Harold said
Bright grabbed it and hurriedly came down the stairs.
Rose just laid her head on Harold's chest, feeling helpless and worthless
"What's wrong?" Bright asked, helping his father get Rose into the wheel chair.
"We're going to the hospital, now. Wake Amy and tell her, you guys can meet us there." Harold said in a worried voice
Bright nodded. He went upstairs to go get his sister Amy.
He went into her room and found Amy sleeping, he felt bad about waking her up, but his dad was serious and he knew he needed to do it.
"Amy." He said gently shaking her awake
"mmm" She let out a tired moan
"Amy, wakeup" He said
"What?" She asked sleepily, she slowly sat up in her bed.
"Dad had to take mom to the hospital, I don't think she can walk. We have to meet them there." He said
"Holy crap, okay I'll be ready in 10 minutes." She said, waking right up and getting out of bed.
Bright went downstairs to go get the keys to his truck. Amy frantically got jeans out of her drawer and put them on. She took off her pajama shirt and put on a grey ribbed tank top. She slipped her shoes on, grabbed her favorite jacket and raced down the stairs.
"I'm ready. Let's go." She said to Bright
They went and got into his truck. They were silent all the way to the hospital. They didn't want to talk about anything, fearing that it could lead up the unthinkable mention of their mom, dying. How did this happen? It had all happened too fast...a few weeks a go everything was fine...life was going by just fine, Bright was concerned about classes and Amy was concerned about Ephram, but now they had a much bigger issue on their minds. As they drove, Bright had flashbacks of him and his mom spending time together, her watching him play, her coloring with him, her teaching him to drive, her consoling him when Colin died, her getting him jobs and her always sticking up for him when his father came down on him too hard. He couldn't help but think of all the times she had been his one and only supporter, he almost began to cry but he coughed to cover it up.
When they reached Denver Hospital, they parked and quickly went into the hospital.
"Hi, was Rose Abott taken in recently?" Bright asked
"Yes, about 20 minutes ago, are you her son?" The receptionist asked
"Yeah, and this is my sister" Bright answered reffering to Amy
"Alright, well just wait here and they should be out shortly." She told them
They looked at eachother and sighed, they went and sat down and waited.
About an hour later, Amy found herself in front of the same snack machine where she was 2 years ago, waiting for Colin. She remembered Ephram approaching her and talking with her. She pressed a button and a Twix came out, she smiled for a second and then walked back to where Bright was.
"Want half?" She offered
"No thanks." Bright said
"What do you think is taking so long?" Amy asked
"They're probably doing a million tests, you know how that is." Bright said
"Yeah." Amy replied.
A few minutes later Harold came out with a grim look on his face. Amy and Bright rushed up to him
"Where is she?" Amy asked
"Is she okay?" Bright said
Harold swallowed hard.
"She's in with the doctors, they're running a few more tests. She's not alright, the chemo hasn't been working, in fact, the cancer has spread. To her legs." He choked out
Amy felt a lump form inside her throat, tears came to her eyes but she didn't dare make a sound.
"Can we see her?" Bright asked, sighing
"In a few minutes, they're going to put her in a room." Harold said
"Dad?" Amy asked
"Yes, sweetheart?" He replied
"Is mom going...is she going to make it?" Amy asked blinking away a few tears
Bright bit his bottom lip.
"I...I don't know." Harold said
sadly
"We can only pray."
After they were let in, the doctor came in and asked to speak with Harold privately.
Amy grasped her mother's hand, and cried, as did Bright.
"The cancer is spreading, rappidly." The doctor told Harold
"How long?" Harold asked
"2. 3 weeks at the most." He said
Harold turned away and tears began to roll down his cheeks.
"There's nothing we can do? no operations...no, no treatments?" Harold asked frantically?
"Doctor, you know as well as I do, there's nothing else we can do." The doctor told him
Harold turned and saw his kids with their mother, knowing that it would be one of the very last times.
