"Ron" whispered a wary looking Roxy Mitchell as she lent over her sleeping sisters shoulder and nudged her slightly "Ronnie wake up will you!" Half asleep a soft weak murmur responded "Yes, yes what is it Roxy? Is it Danielle ?" Roxy nodded happily as she could finally see doctors and nurses actually leaving Danielle's room instead of entering it "Yea look, everyone's leaving the room, maybe she's fine now Ron -"
Ronnie hurtled herself through the glass doors guarding her daughters bed and just before she entered she put on a brave smile, sniffed all her tears back heavily and wiped down all the possible creases that could have been made due to sleeping in a tiny creaky chair for the past six hours. As she gathered all her strength in her body just to make herself walk into the room, into her daughters view, her sister quietly had paced up to her and put her arms round her, united as sisters they entered. Ronnie after several minutes just standing silently gazing any where but in front finally looked down at the weak pale adolescent who's bed was now directly facing her and Roxy, "Look at her Rox, she looks terrible, I cant -" Ronnie broke down, crumpling into the cold varnished floor. She couldn't bear to even contemplate losing her daughter again, and this time it would be her fault.
Roxy picked her sister up, held her face in one hand and carefully and tactfully stated "Ron, look just go over there, stand by her bed and be there for her yea? She needs you right now and right now you need her as well". With that her sister smiled at her winked and left the room a lot quicker then she entered, Ronnie wiped her damp face down with her sleeve and reluctantly made her way over to her still daughters bed side. Her eyes were fixated on her daughters ghost like state, blood was still lying dry on the under bit of her nose and her hair still tucked in the place she her mother had placed it. Ronnie also slowly began to examine every other aspect of her, Danielle was seemingly naturally pale and with this had a ray of innocence surrounding her, the white linen of her daughters pillow case to the right had become stained crimson and she could not believe out of all the doctors none of them had cleaned her up a bit. Furious at her daughters neglect Ronnie began to look around for something to dampen and possibly clean Danielle up a bit before she woke. Keeping her self busy while she was in here seemed the most obvious, less painful thing to do so that's what she set herself up doing.
Ronnie had been in the hospital room at least three hours now and the body laying on it had not stirred once, she wasn't sure which was more disturbing to her, the fact no one else had tried to come in or no one had tried to get her out. Had everyone forgot about her daughter? Why wasn't her father here and how come Stacy hasn't kicked up fuss yet? Thoughts about the present circled in her mind and plans for the future began seep in as well. All of a sudden the machine beside her started to beep spontaneously and the noise seemed to fill the rooms silence Ronnie looked around frantically as her daughter who had two seconds ago, laid perfectly still now was coughing up blood violently into her gas inhaler. Seizing back full concentration of the situation Ronnie cried out for doctors desperately and soon she was one of many accommodating the room "Please, please tell me what this means doctor" croaked an extremely anxious Ronnie as she clung to a near by white coat. "Well this isn't good but isn't necessarily bad either, its showing us she's responding to the medication, rather this than have her in a coma, but I still think it would be best to wait outside ok? Ronnie nodded in a calm restricted manner as yet again she was being closed off from her daughter, every time this happened she felt even more little. Just as she reluctantly began to turn away in total angst and the whole world began to turn in on her, a voice from behind weakly but in the most clearest manner she ever heard in her life cried out "Don't let my mum go, please I need her-".