Mother Dear
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Abby got up shortly after Carter left and padded off to her bedroom to turn in
for the night. Her bed was glowing in
the light of the moon that escaped in between the curtains. She was exhausted by the evening's events and
she couldn't wait to just sink into her bed beneath the covers and close her
eyes.
Maybe it was her laziness that convinced her not to turn on the lights as she went to change for bed. Maybe it was her tiredness that made her forget about the boxes that were scattered across the floor of the tiny room. Maybe it was the sudden burst of pain in her side that made her disregard her surroundings.
Abby doubled over in pain clutching her side and letting out a moan. She needed to get to the phone. She needed to call for help. She tried to make it to the phone, but she tripped over one of the many boxes. She slammed into the bed frame heavily and her last conscious thoughts were of her daughter who was sleeping in the next room…
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Abby could vaguely remember waking up in the middle of the night- or at least she thought it was the middle of the night- and rolling on her side in pain. She remembered throwing up on the side but feeling no relief from the acute pain in her lower abdomen. Her stomach hurt, her side hurt, her head was pounding and the pain shooting through her arm was almost unbearable. She tried to reach the phone or call out for help, but the pain was too intense and she was too weak and all she could do was mutter Ashley's name before retching again painfully into the carpet next to her head.
A shriek had startled her back into semi-consciousness and she saw Ashley standing before her, tears pouring down her cheeks.
"Mommy!" she screeched again.
"Call… 9-1-1…" Abby managed to get out. Her head was still aching and her side felt like it was splitting open. She was nauseous and dizzy and her arm hurt her so much that she felt like she would black out again. Ashley nodded fretfully and hurried to the phone. Abby could see her little fingers shaking as she dialed the numbers and the little girl's body was heaving with sobs. Abby wanted to hold the girl and reassure her that everything would be okay, but she couldn't move.
"Ashley…" Abby moaned as the little girl stated their address, her voice shaking with tears and fear. Ashley looked at her mother tentatively again, as though she was scared to see her like this.
"There's throw-up and blood everywhere," she sobbed into the phone, "and her arm is twisted the wrong way."
Abby lifted her head, trying to desperately to get up, but she couldn't. She closed her eyes in pain, hoping desperately that this was a nightmare and she would wake up and everything would be okay and then the darkness overtook her again.
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