"You're Mom was checked back in the hospital, this morning she fainted and we are running a test."
That call.
That one call from the Doctor this morning.
Runied everything.
It may not seem like a lot to a normal person because it could've been dehydration, or too much heat, or not eating that day but when you're Mom had Cancer it can scare the shit out of you. That's why I'm in the waiting room alongside Ashton crying my eyes out. He rubbed my back soothingly saying things that were supposed to comfort me but the thing is,
It wasn't.
I'm afraid nothing will, but when I heard that voice it changed everything. "Rebecca?" I lifted my head, wiping my tear stained face and looked at my boyfriend.
"Alex." I breathe walking over to him, he looked me up and down concern and worry in his eyes
"Are you okay?" He asks and it's like another strike broke in me.
"No." I choke, clutching him tightly in my arms, he holds me and I cry into his arms.
**
"So are you gonna tell me what made you sad?" Alex asks handing me a cup of coffee.
"I don't know." I mumble looking at the dark liquid in my cup.
"What do you mean, 'I don't know'?" He asks.
"It means I don't know!" I snapped, instantly regretting it, when I see his hurt expression.
"Okay, I shouldn't have-" I cut him off.
"Don't be like that Alex, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped at you, it's just complicated." I apologize.
"It's okay, baby." He mumbles, kissing my forehead.
I don't deserve him.
"My mom has Cancer." I blurt.
He looks up taken aback.
"What?" He gasps.
"She fainted this morning and they are running test a-and I'm scared Alex." I mumble, choking back a sob.
"Hey," Alex says tilting my head up, making me look into his pretty aquamarine eyes. "She's going to be alright, I promise."He says, and I almost believe him.
"How can you be so sure?" I ask, sounding like a little vulnerable girl, which is how I feel, vulnerable.
"I just know." He whispers.
**
I look to see a doctor, and I am on the edge of my seat till he passed right past the three of us talking about another patient.
I feel numb thinking about losing my Mom, the brave woman who stayed in my life when my coward of a Dad didn't.
I think about my fifteenth birthday how she convinced the doctors to let her out for a day to celebrate when she was gravely ill.
I don't want to lose my Mom, the only person I have left besides, Carmen, Alex, and Ashton.
"Here for Laltia Woods?" A doctor asks us saying my mother's name and Ashton speaks for us. "
"Yes, Doctor I'm her son, and that's her daughter." He says pointing to me.
I look at the Doctor who wears a blank expression that is till he breaks out in a grin. "Well, let me tell you, that woman is a fighter."
Relief.
That's all I felt, when I let out a sigh.
Déji Vu much?
I looked at the doctor with so much hope in my eyes. "Is she going to be alright?"
I asked. Listening to every word, I need some assurance so I won't be living on false hope, I couldn't do that. "Yeah. she's fine, just didn't get all her medicine, make sure you check up on her so nothing happens again."
I nod. I will it's my goal. I can't afford to lose another parent.
I look to Ashton who looks relaxed, I loved to see him at ease, he's always working checking on other's needs before himself it's good yet bad at the same time.
"What?" Ash says smirking.
"Nothing. I just like seeing you at ease, you should relax more often, you got the stress of a forty year old grumpy business man."
He laughs. "You got a way of saying things Bec."
I smile looking over to Alex, he seems distant, worried even.
"What's the matter?" I ask.
"Nothing." He lies smoothly but, not smoothly enough for me.
I can see the stress lines all over his forehead. I give him a pointed look,
"Nothing's the matter, hospitals just don't sit well with me." He mutters.
Me neither I think.
**
After seeing my mom and bringing her back home once again, I help her to bed. I start to get ready for bed my self.
I stare at the ceiling thinking about Alex, there's something wrong with him that he won't tell me, not that he has to, it just kinda hurts that he won't tell me, but I won't stress.
Who am I kidding I got the stress of a thirty year old planning her wedding that's a week away!
I know people tell me I got a way with words.