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2nd August 2020, 3.13pm.

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"TEN MINUTES LATE TODAY, MASON." Jerry spoke monotone as I entered the restaurant, his arms crossed over his chest with a disapproving look on his face. His lips were in a thin line and his head was slightly shaking from left to right.

I could have reached three minutes early if it wasn't for the voicemails Aurora sent.

A lung transplant is an expensive wish. My mom is suffering from lung cancer and the doctors need a lung transplant now. They need the money now.

I work and earn just to full fill and pay for my moms medicines. But a transplant was just something I couldn't do.

Yet I'm going to do it.

I'm going to fight till death for my mom. I'm going to earn and do whatever just to save her life. I lost my dad from heart cancer; and loosing someone from cancer is so depressing.

You don't understand someone until you've felt how it's like for someone to leave. Not just from you, not just from the town, but from the face of the earth.

You just can't do anything about it. No matter how stubborn you are, no matter how much you cry. My dad got a heart attack and my mom wasn't at home at that time. She was working her own ass off to pay of dads medicine bills.

It was two years ago. I called the ambulance and mom, while Aurora was at school. I had to sit with my dad in the ambulance and my mom came rushing to the hospital, tears streaming down her face like mine.

It was like history was repeating itself. Now, Aurora had to do the same because I was working my ass off to pay for my mom and she had to take my mom to the hospital because she couldn't breathe.

Nevertheless, I have to fight. I'm going to fight. For my mom. For my sister. For me.

Because deep down, I myself knew that if mom died I would break completely.

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"Blaire! How many times are you going to glance at the clock? I'm surprised you haven't broken your neck yet!" Jules exclaimed, her blonde hair tumbling out from her ponytail in waves.

I gave her a small smile before carrying on wiping the tables.

Fifteen minutes.

Fifteen minutes till seven. Till I can go to the hospital and find out what the hell went down this morning after school.

Kiwi called a while ago, asking if I got home and if I'm at work so she could come and have one of my famous frappes with Jasmine. They just seemed so happy with plans that I didn't have the heart to tell them what happened at the hospital. So I told them that my shift ended early and I'm at home, doing my homework. I hated lying - especially to my best friends but desperate times calls for desperate measures.

But then I heard the five words which would send me running,

"Blaire! Shifts over. Come on,"Jules yelled from the other side of the restaurant. I quickly pulled off my apron and grabbed my duffel bag from the side table in the far right, before yelling a 'bye' to Jules and running out of the door. The hospital was only ten minutes away so I started speed walking to reach there as fast as I could.

7.03pm.

I pushed my legs to go faster, but there was still a long way to go and I wasn't even halfway. I felt my body go numb after thinking about my mom's grilled cheese sandwiches. Who would make them for me now before I went to school?

7.04pm.

Who would give me the motherly love now? Hell, who would take care of Aurora when I'm not at home? How the fuck am I going to pay for the transplant?

7.05pm.

Fire. I could feel fire burning throughout my body. The adrenaline was so high in my body that I felt drunken off it and pushing my legs to go faster wasn't helping.

7.06pm.

One minute. With this speed I would be at the hospital in less than a minute. What would I say? How would I look at my mom lying on one of them hospital beds with wires going in and out of her arms? How would I hold Aurora to my chest to stop her from crying when I needed someone to hold me?

7.07pm.

I'm here. Oh my god. I'm here. A lone tear slipped out of my right eye as I stared up at the hospital, a chill running down my spine. I hated hospitals. But Aurora and mom were inside and I had to go inside.

So I did.

• • •

Slick white walls and polished tables.

The receptionist had told me that mom was in one of the emergency rooms. When I went in the emergency department, I found Aurora in the waiting room, pacing around with tears streaming down her face.

"Oh my god B! Mom - she's is in surgery! The doctors won't tell me anything because I'm too young! Blaire please tell me - is mom going to be okay?!" She exclaimed after seeing me, wrapping her hands around me and sobbing on my chest.

Fuck.

"She's going to be okay Aurora. Don't cry, everything's going to be okay," I consoled, but inside I was broken as well.

• • •

Three hours.

It's been three hours since we've been here and Aurora can't stop crying. The doctors are in there, doing god knows what.

Nobody came to say anything to us and I didn't have enough strength to go and ask. If they're doing surgery, then they'll want me to pay the money which I don't have. So what's the point?

I felt my phones buzz in my pocket for the third time in the past two minutes. It was a message from Kiwi, asking if I was okay because I didn't call them back when I came home. I quickly texted her that I'm okay, not wanting to draw more attention to myself. Kimi and Jasmine would want to help me pay the bills and I would feel like a charity case then, so I always stopped myself from telling them about my mothers condition.

Just then, I saw a doctor come out from one of the emergency operating rooms and watched him walk over to the waiting rooms. Aurora suddenly stood up, completely alert with her eyes wide.

"Blaire! This is mom's doctor!" She whisper-yelled, frightening me from the inside. I had an idea that he was mom's doctor, but I showed no emotion.

"Family here for Ms. Mason?" The doctor asked, his beady eyes staring at me and Aurora. He knew that he was calling for us. I stared right back at him, before reluctantly getting up for my seat.

"Yes?" I asked, keeping myself calm and collected.

"Doctor, please tell us how our mother is!" Aurora said, taking a step forward towards the doctor. I made sure there was no emotion available on my face.

The doctors eyes flickered between me and Aurora, as his name tag read, Dr. James Allen. I tapped my foot impatiently on the white tiled floors, forcing him to speak.

"Relation?" He asked, looking down at his clipboard.

"First child, Blaire," then I pointed towards Aurora, "second child, Aurora."

He nodded.

"Blaire, your mother is in a very critical state. We need to get her a lung transplant in one month. She had had a breathing attack when your sister Aurora brought her here and we have stabilized her breathing and her heart beat, but she has developed asthma. We are afraid to say that we need to keep her here till her lung transplant is done."

Oh my god.

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Originally written: 5/7/2019, 2.27am

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