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The drive to the hospital was a tense one.
Or at least it was for me.
Paul grip on the steering wheel seemed tense. But what did I know? He probably drove like that all the time.
I couldn't stop biting my nails the whole way there. I wanted to thank Paul for understanding, and for giving me a ride. But I felt that speaking now would make me crack. And I had to be strong for Harry and for mom. Also, me cracking wasn't exactly something I wanted Paul to see. Not yet at least.
Paul screeched to a halt outside the emergency doors, ignoring the annoyed paramedics trying to get him to move.
I stared at him, unable to conceal the fear in my eyes.
"Go. I'll meet you inside." I nodded and ran into the hospital.
I was almost frantic as I searched the brightly lit room for my brother.
"Kelly!" I spun around just as Harry pounced on me.
"Harry, oh God, where is she?" He had been crying. His eyes were still bright red. I had never seen him look this vulnerable before. Harry had always been stronger than me.
"I don't know. They took her away. They wouldn't tell me anything. They said to wait for you."
"Ms. Daniels?" My head snapped up. No one had called me that since high school.
I dragged Harry with to the waiting nurse.
"Yes, that's me." She smiled.
"The doctor would like to speak with you." She glanced down at Harry, who had practically attached himself to my side.
"I'll take him." Harry jumped, but I couldn't help but feel relieved to hear his voice.
"Thank you Paul." I turned to Harry. He looked scared out of his mind. "Harry, listen to me. Everything will be fine. This is Paul, he's going to stay with you, I'll be right back, okay?" He nodded, slowly releasing me from his grip.
"Right this way." The nurse led me to a huge room, split in half by a curtain. It took me a while to recognize my mother on the hospital bed.
"Mom?" Her eyes opened and she smiled at me. She looked embarrassed.
"I told them none of this was necessary." She lifted the hand that was attached the UV feebly, before it fell back to her side. She barely made a dent in the pristine white sheets.
I sat in the chair by her bed, horrified by all the wires and needles attached to her.
"And we told you it was." I looked at the snowy haired man that walked into the room. "Hello, you must be Kelly. I'm Dr. Gerandy." I forced myself to get up, to smile, to shake his wrinkled hand. But I was distracted.
By all the beeping, her laboured breathing, his worried glances down at the machines every now and then.
By my mother's life withering away right beside me.
"Hello," I muttered finally.
"How about we talk in my office?" I nodded. "We'll return soon Mrs. Daniels."
"Take your time." Her feathery voice made me wince.
"Kelly." He sighed, closing the door to his office behind him. "Your mother has been here quite a few times in the last month." I nodded silently.
"Did she have any medical issues in San Diego? Before you moved?" I paused before shaking my head. There was no need to tell him that my fourteen year old brother was probably more qualified to answer these questions. I had no idea we had even lived in San Diego at all, let alone only a few months ago. I had no idea what mom's medical history would be like.
"Alright, well in the three times she's been with us, we've given her three different prescribed drugs. None of those seem to be working. In fact, she seems to be worse every time we see her." He sat down in the huge leather chair behind his desk.
"Is there anything you can tell me about that?"
I sighed.
"I work, every day, so my brother is usually with her." I paused. "He thinks she may have been hiding her medicine. Sometimes she just refuses to take it. I mean, there's no way I can be sure she ever took anything you prescribed to her." I sighed again, staring down at my trembling hands, feeling defeated. This couldn't be happening. Not again.
"Well Kelly, we're going to try our best, but it's not looking very good right now." I nodded slowly.
"If she truly hasn't been taking any of the drugs, it may be too late." His voice dropped and the bad news hung heavily in the air around us.
I knew that those words might be something I'd hear today, but it still hurt.
How was I going to tell Harry?
"Now, don't give up hope yet." He was getting up. I got up too. "She still has a chance to survive this whole ordeal, but-"
"She doesn't want to." I looked up, smiling slightly at the doctors surprised face. "I know."
"As I said, don't give up yet." He let me out of his office, and I walked back to the waiting room slowly.
I felt depressed, I probably looked depressed too.
I tried to look at least slightly less upset when I walked into the room.
Paul smiled at me from the corner, Harry was no where to be seen.
I walked towards him, sitting in the chair beside him.
"Where's Harry?" My voice sounded flat, uninterested. So much for trying to act even the slightest bit happy.
"He went to go see your mom." I nodded. Paul didn't say anything else.
We were the only ones in the room. All the TV's had been turned off. The hospital was starting to turn in for the night.
"Why didn't you tell me your mom was sick?" He whispered. I shrugged, feeling a lump start to rise in my throat.
Talking about mom was going to be hard.
"You never asked," I muttered.
"Kelly." I felt him shift closer to me, and moved away.
"What did you expect me to say? Hey Paul, by the way, my mom's almost invalid lying at my house right now." I glared at him.
"I'm sorry." I winced, feeling myself starting to choke up even more.
"Don't," I whispered. "She's not gone yet." My voice cracked and a tear rolled down my cheek.
"Kelly..." He put his hand on my shoulder. I flinched away from him.
"Don't touch me." But my voice was trembling. He sighed, but his hand disappeared.
I was about to thank him, when I was suddenly lifted from my seat.
"Paul!" He put me his lap, putting my head on his shoulder. "Put me down." But I turned into him, letting the tears fall.
"Ssh." He stroked my hair soothingly as I shook in his arms. "It'll be okay."
"No, it won't. She's going to die." I took a deep breath, willing myself to stop crying. "I'm going to lose my mom too," I whispered, clutching onto his now wet shirt in despair. "I can't raise Harry on my own."
He hugged me tighter, and for some reason, the sound of his heart beat comforted me.
"You don't have to," he mumbled into my hair. "Don't give up on her yet. You have to be strong."
"I can't, I just can't anymore Paul. I'm scared." I looked up at him, with a tear stained face and watering eyes. I must have looked ridiculous.
"Yes you can. I know you can." He smiled, and kissed my forehead. I curled up in his lap, letting his words sink in.
I could be strong. I had to be. And I wouldn't give up, no matter how slim our chances were.
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