Finn
Mom's eyes flutter open for the first time in hours. Five to be exact. They dart around the room, fear peering out of them.
"What is it? What's wrong? Do you need the nurse?"
"I'm late for work!" she says and tries to get up.
Work? She hasn't worked in a year. "Mom...you don't work. You're..." I can't manage to say it. "Do you need the nurse?"
"I don't want to get fired. I need the money. My son..." She looks scared to death. Pulls her hand away from me.
My heart is racing. My body numb. Does she not know who I am?
"It's me. I'm your son. You don't have to work. You just need to rest."
"Finnie?" her voice cracks, confusion still splintering through.
"Yeah. Yeah it's me." It's me. I have to tell her who I am. I want to scream. To throw up. To wake up from this shitty ass nightmare and find out everything's okay.
"Finn..." she says again, this time with recognition. The nurse comes into the room again, fills a syringe and shoots more pain medicine into her.
One, two, three.
Her eyes flutter.
Four, five, six.
She's asleep again.
I fall into the chair.
I've already lost her.
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