I DON'T WANT TO LOSE YOU
She could feel her stomach drop and her heart jump into her throat as she closed her eyes and let her eye lids close heavily and the tears stream down from underneath them.
A hand stretched out in front of her eyes to help her onto her feet, but as soon as she recognized it as the man who had come from her mother's room, the one who let her die, she quickly propped herself up and strode down the hallway with her hands wiping furiously at the tears that spilled from her eyes.
She left a confused House standing in the hallway mumbling to himself that 'he knew she wouldn't accept him anyways'. His face showed it all, all the emotions that he had kept locked inside and had covered with sarcasm for many years. His face showed remorse and he had no way of covering it.
She sat in a waiting room chair. The ones that she had sat in many times waiting for the right time to go in and see her mother…she wanted to catch her when she awake, not when she was tired and she could wake her.
Her eyes trailed down to the duffel bag that was packed and ready at her feet. It was filled with her mothers belongings; all the things that she had wanted at the hospital with her. She remembered packing the picture that her mother had always loved the most. It was the one that she had always loved too.
She remembered the night that picture was taken perfectly. She had missed her birthday, and she was sitting on the couch crying to herself that she hadn't showed up, when just then she had come through the door and decided they should go to the beach. It was late when they went, the moon was full and the sky was black, but the stars shone brightly and lit up the dark sky. They had sat and starred at the stars for a long time, talking about whatever mother and daughter talked about. They had finished off the night going swimming. The water felt unbelievably warm against her skin that had just been out in the cold air. She could still smell the salt that lingered in their hair, feel the touch of her arm wrapped around her, and the feeling of the kiss that she placed on her forehead when they had said their goodnights.
The picture was of the both of them standing with the wind blowing through their hair. They looked childish wrapped up in their Scooby Doo towels and more like sisters than mother and daughter. They both had the same slender figures, the same dark brown hair and the same perfectly pouty lips. They were gorgeous to say the least. It was her favorite day, and her favorite picture, and what made it so perfect was the engraving in the bottom of the frame that read 'best friends'.
She shook her head coming back into reality and letting all the feelings of that day wash away. She looked up to see Dr. James Wilson standing in front of her.
"Thanks for calling Child Services…" She said rather numbly looking down at her hands that were fumbling with a piece of paper.
"Sorry I"- "No!" She interrupted him. "I didn't mean to sound rude, I actually do want to thank you, or else I would have nowhere else to go, I don't have anyone else." She looked away trying to hide the tears that were building up in her eyes.
Dr. Wilson wished her the best and made his way back to whatever he did. His life went back to normal, and her whole life was about to change drastically.