It was a tuesday night. No real different from any other. Until I got a call. I was playing video games, in a party with Kyle, Cartman, and Kenny. I was streaming my game, not that anyone was watching the stream. I popped one ear bud out of my ear and picked the phone up, sliding the answer button.

"Yeah?"

"It's mom, she's collapsed!" It was Shelly, she sounded panicked.

"O-kay," I responded, the news didn't really shock me or anything.

Shelly disconnected and I put the phone down and went back to my game and friends. I played peacefully for another five to ten minutes before my phone rang again, it was Shelly.

I popped an earbud out again and picked up.

"They're taking her to Hell's Pass, do you want to go?" She spoke quickly, I could hear her worry.

"Uh..., yeah," I replied with a sigh.

"I'll be there in like fifteen," she disconnected again.

With another sigh, I popped my ear bud back in one more time.
"I gotta go guys, mom collapsed or something, she's going to Hell's Pass. I'll talk to you guys later."

"Okay man," Kenny replied, his voice sounding a little concerned.

"Are you driving?" Kyle asked.

"Nah, Shelly is coming to get me."

"Okay."

With that I saved my game and turned everything off. I set the controller on my bed and then found my shoes and grabbed an extra plug piece. Everything else I needed was already in my pockets. I wandered out to the sheltered area by the parking lot, waiting for my sister. She pulled up minutes later, idling and waiting for me to get in. I jogged over, hopping in the passenger seat, getting my seatbelt on as she peeled out of the lot and back on the highway. Shelly was beyond worried, making calls to mom's friends and our relatives while she drove. I didn't feel any particular way.

We arrived at the ER and were directed to a "family room". We sat there in silence as various family members showed up. A chaplin eventually showed up and offered condolences. We still weren't told how our mom was or anything. An hour or more later, a doctor finally approached us.

"We have finally achieved a stable heart beat. She seems to have had a massive heart attack. Her brain was without sufficient oxygen for about an hour."

Shelly looked crushed, various others were crying, all the while I didn't feel anything.

"She received CPR for forty-five minutes. We'll be moving her to the ICU."

And so, another roughly thirty minutes later, we were all shuffled upstairs to the ICU. We weren't permitted to see her for a while still. Doctors came and updated everyone though.
"We're trying to get her temperature down and remove the acid that has accumulated, we're also going to try to get her electrolytes up."

I sat with everyone most of the night, eventually though I had Shelly drive me back to campus. I got a few hours sleep before driving back up there. I was bored out of my mind wednesday. We were told her brain showed lack of oxygen for 30-45 minutes. So, logically speaking, that meant she was fucked.
I still didn't feel anything.

The rest of the family however, was losing their respective shits. We were made to go to the waiting room while they conducted an EEG. About an hour later, the primary doctor came out and confirmed what I already knew. She is experiencing kidney failure. Respiratory is failing as well. The CAT scan indicated swelling in the brain and that she has significant brain damage. She was without significant oxygen to her brain for roughly 60 minutes. She is not reacting to pain, gag reflex, pupils are unresponsive, and she's not coughing. Her primitive reactions are nonexistent. The doctor thinks she has experienced brain death. As of now, they haven't conducted the EKG.
An hour later, as we sat in the room with her, the Neurologist told us if the test shows what he thinks it will, he'll just come back and share the results tomorrow, if there's anything different though, he would be back later today.

I still don't feel anything. I'm bored and tired of sitting at the hospital though. I had to leave class early, thankfully, she didn't assign homework to us. I'm about to go back to campus, I'm tired of sitting here. I've texted Kenny and Kyle about things though.

I'm going to go get Kyle from Stanford, he got a full ride scholarship. He's going to miss one class, which from him, is a lot. It's gonna be a hell of a drive, but he's my best friend and wants to be there for me. Which I understand.
I'm just sick of everyone acting like I'm not okay. I get it, she's my mom, but I've accepted what more than likely is. Get over it guys.

They keep bringing religion into it. I was raised Catholic, yeah, but around age ten or so, I started looking into religion for myself. I lost a lot of what I did believe in however, anymore I just exist. I was pagan, strongly, for many years. Now though, I'm nihilistic. Everything is what it is. We can't fix her. No god can either. Everyone is sad as fuck though, and convinced she's gonna be fine. I'm sick of their bullshit. All this time around people is making me angry. But I have to be there. I'm her only son. I'm just tired of them not accepting what is more than likely true. Look at science, look at logic. Just look dude. But they won't. They refuse.
And I'm getting even more annoyed.

I'm getting Kyle tomorrow, for now, I'm going to relax and play or watch something.