Chapter one: The Miracle
Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter and Co, I would be J.K. Rowling, and
very rich. I am neither, nor do I own anything of value such as these
characters that are so fun to manipulate
I woke up in the hospital room several hours later, just as my mother was walking in.
"Hey honey, how are you feeling?" was my greeting. Oh sheesh, she is acting all "darling" with me again. Before I got sick, none of this ever happened. We lived in two completely different worlds that hardly ever came in contact with one another, except at dinnertime. After my dad died, we drifted even farther apart, she was at the bar constantly, and I was always at home cleaning or making dinner, her job. When we got the news that I had leukemia, she tried to make up for everything, but it is all a mask that she wears. Now she is calling me all these baby names like "sweetie" and "honey pie." Who is she kidding!? We were never close, and things will not change now. I think it is all a show for the hospital staff, I know she has been looking at one of the doctors.
"The doctors say you are good to go for another few weeks, just as soon as you lab results come in." Great, just what I was looking forward to, another blood transfusion.
I looked around the room. Something was different, but everything looked normal. A single window facing a brick wall, adorned with cheap blinds, a single chair, a TV (of course there's no cable) and the bed, which I was laying on. Well, I was not dizzy, I noticed that, and I didn't feel as weak. That, I thought to myself, was probably from the new blood circulating in my body. Those doctors finally did their job right! The new blood was actually helping me for once.
"Mrs. Johansson, may I please have a word with you?" was heard from the doorframe. I almost laughed out loud at the look my mom had on her face when she walked back in. I could imagine what the doctor had told her. Probably that I would die sooner than expected. Knowing the way my luck has been, it would come as no surprise.
"Dear," my mother said as I rolled my eyes. She chose to ignore this and continued, "I have to talk to you, love."
"Mom, cut the crap." I stated very bluntly, "Just tell me, I can handle it."
"Alyssa!" my mother cried, "I do not want to hear that language again from you! Anyway," I braced myself..... "The doctors couldn't find anything wrong with you," her voice was barely a whisper, "the results came back, and every trace of the cancer is gone. The doctors do not believe either; they want to keep you here for more testing. Between you and me, we do not have enough money to pay the regular medical bills. I tell ya, if you stay for examinations, it will cost us nothing!" That greedy look came into her eyes again. I knew her act wouldn't last too long.
"So what are you saying? You are going to make me stay in this place for months where they are going to treat me like some sort of test gerbil?!" I was at the verge of flipping out!?" I heard a cry of
"Stupefy!" and my mother was on the ground unconscious
I woke up in the hospital room several hours later, just as my mother was walking in.
"Hey honey, how are you feeling?" was my greeting. Oh sheesh, she is acting all "darling" with me again. Before I got sick, none of this ever happened. We lived in two completely different worlds that hardly ever came in contact with one another, except at dinnertime. After my dad died, we drifted even farther apart, she was at the bar constantly, and I was always at home cleaning or making dinner, her job. When we got the news that I had leukemia, she tried to make up for everything, but it is all a mask that she wears. Now she is calling me all these baby names like "sweetie" and "honey pie." Who is she kidding!? We were never close, and things will not change now. I think it is all a show for the hospital staff, I know she has been looking at one of the doctors.
"The doctors say you are good to go for another few weeks, just as soon as you lab results come in." Great, just what I was looking forward to, another blood transfusion.
I looked around the room. Something was different, but everything looked normal. A single window facing a brick wall, adorned with cheap blinds, a single chair, a TV (of course there's no cable) and the bed, which I was laying on. Well, I was not dizzy, I noticed that, and I didn't feel as weak. That, I thought to myself, was probably from the new blood circulating in my body. Those doctors finally did their job right! The new blood was actually helping me for once.
"Mrs. Johansson, may I please have a word with you?" was heard from the doorframe. I almost laughed out loud at the look my mom had on her face when she walked back in. I could imagine what the doctor had told her. Probably that I would die sooner than expected. Knowing the way my luck has been, it would come as no surprise.
"Dear," my mother said as I rolled my eyes. She chose to ignore this and continued, "I have to talk to you, love."
"Mom, cut the crap." I stated very bluntly, "Just tell me, I can handle it."
"Alyssa!" my mother cried, "I do not want to hear that language again from you! Anyway," I braced myself..... "The doctors couldn't find anything wrong with you," her voice was barely a whisper, "the results came back, and every trace of the cancer is gone. The doctors do not believe either; they want to keep you here for more testing. Between you and me, we do not have enough money to pay the regular medical bills. I tell ya, if you stay for examinations, it will cost us nothing!" That greedy look came into her eyes again. I knew her act wouldn't last too long.
"So what are you saying? You are going to make me stay in this place for months where they are going to treat me like some sort of test gerbil?!" I was at the verge of flipping out!?" I heard a cry of
"Stupefy!" and my mother was on the ground unconscious