Struck Me

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Chapter Six

I woke up from my nap that seemed like hours. I turn over to find Justin passed out on the bed as well.

I grab my phone to check the time: it's already 4:00 and I have a missed call from Leah. I quickly dial her number.

"Hello?" She answers.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm sorry I didn't call sooner, it's just your mom went into emergency surgery and Mark had to go to work so I've been here just trying to get everything settled."

"When did she go into surgery?"

"About an hour ago."

"Can you pick me up so I can see her?"

"Are you sure? You can't really see her if I bring you here. You'll just be in the waiting room with me."

"Yes, I'm fucking sure. Don't you think it's weird that you and your husband have just been at the hospital all day for my mom? You don't know her. I should be there."

She stays silent.

"Hello?" I call into the phone.

"Yeah, sorry. Uh Oliver, the doctors are trying to get a hold of me. I will call you right back and I promise I will go pick you up as soon as they are done talk to me, okay?"

"Okay." I sigh in relief and hang up the phone. My chest is starting to feel less tight and it seems as though I can breathe again; things are going to be normal soon.

Being on the verge of cussing out Leah had been so loud that I woke up Justin.

"Is everything okay?" He asks while sitting up on the bed.

"Yeah. My neighbor called and she said my mom is in surgery and she's on her way to pick me up to go to the hospital, so I guess you can go home now if you want."

"I'll probably go back to school, honestly. I don't want my mom to be too mad at me for ditching."

"It's past 4:00, you know that?"

"What?" He says while checking his phone. "Shit. I better get home. But hey, call me if you need anything and let me know how your mom is doing."

I walk Justin out the door and wave at him as he leaves. Once the door shuts I slide my back down the front door and rest my head in my hands.

Am I mentally prepared to see my mom in the hospital? I don't want to see her in any kind of broken state. Still, I'm just glad that she's going to be alright. I sigh and pick myself back up, letting Leah's reassuring thoughts flood my head.

I'm actually feeling better than I was a couple of hours ago. I'm thankful Justin helped me stop worrying a little bit. I'm even thankful for Leah for coming to get me to see my mom, even if it took a little while. I can't wait to see her. I don't know when my mom will be getting out of the hospital but when she does I want to do something nice for her; maybe I could cook for her.

I smile at the thought and go into the kitchen and warm up some more pizza before Leah arrives. I've never been one to like cold pizza. I like when the cheese is melting off of it; that's the only correct way to eat it.

The microwave beeps. I grab the pizza and sit down at the island in our kitchen and grab my mom's favorite book off the table that she was re reading for the 100th time.

The numbness I felt from this morning almost completely vanished as I read about the character's in the book that make my mother smile no matter how many times she reads it. Every time she finished this book she would say "Oliver, can I please tell you about the ending one more time? It's just so good!" Sometimes she would even be crying from how touched she was.

The doorbell rings and I take my mind off the book. Thank God Leah is here already. I feel much better now that I'm about to see my mom. She would want me to be happy.

"Just a second!" I call towards the door. I put my shoes on that are near the staircase and pick up the remainder of the pizza and open the door to greet Leah.

"I'm ready to go. Is it still raining? Should I get a jacket?" I ask while taking another bite out of my pizza.

I look up at Leah and she is crying.

I don't know why I didn't question her tears. I just took another bite of pizza and stared at her confused, wondering why we weren't walking to her car already or why she wasn't saying anything.

"Oliver..." She begins.

"What, are you not ready to go?" I sound so clueless. I should have acknowledged something was wrong.

"Oliver I was just informed that your mom passed away during surgery. She...she didn't make it. I'm so sorry."

Terrible amounts of vomit left my mouth and landed onto the floor, my food, Leah, and myself. I don't remember what happened after that.

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