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❝The problem is not the problem. The problem is your attitude about the problem.❞ -- Jack Sparrow (Pirates of the Caribbean)

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We both watched her drag herself up from the table and sluggishly walk out of the kitchen, leaving her dinner untouched. I sighed, putting down my own folk, and Bradley did the same.

"Do you think she should go and see the doctor again?" I signed, looking at Bradley who looked as though he was going to be sick.

"It's no use Shelby. They said they're doing their best and they'll call us if they come across anything that could help her. I guess it's just one big waiting game," he signed, before pushing his plate forward and slumping his head on the table.

Harley jumped up at my feet, looking like the only hungry one here. I fished out a chunk of chicken that was slimy with gravy, I put my hand towards her and she quickly snatched it and sat down to eat it before I could change my mind.

I leant over the table and grabbed Bradley's and my mum's plates, piling them on top of mine and taking them to the sink.

I stayed in the doorway for a few seconds, watching Bradley. He sat with his head rested on the table, looking lifeless. It hurt me to see my mother unhappy and ill, but it also took a big toll on Bradley.

They've been together nearly five years now, and silently watching them all this time I know that they're made for each other, as cheesy as it sounds. The way he looks at her, his eyes full of love and kindness melts my heart. Many wouldn't have been able to cope with the situation we're in right now, my mum no longer wants to go out for dinner, go for cinema trips or plan holidays. She wants to lie in a dark room and be alone, all of the time. But I have all my faith in Bradley, and I know he won't be leaving us anytime soon.

I never felt reluctant towards my mum to meet someone; I kind of wished it happened sooner. When they first began dating I'd never seen her so happy, I didn't know she was capable of pulling such a wide smile. She didn't have any romantic interest when I was little, and I know it is probably because I was a full time job, she didn't have time for anyone else. But once I was old enough and capable enough to be able to do more things on my own I did my best to encourage her to live a little. If only it could have lasted longer.

Bradley didn't move. I presumed he wanted to be left alone. I squeezed through the door, and looked behind me to see Harley trotting along behind me. I pushed open the door and waved for her to go in front.

I decided to call my best friend. Things got a little lonely these days, it was rare that the three of us engaged in a conversation together, and actually laughed, or smiled even. I attached the long handle onto my wheel chair, clipping my phone onto the end and positioning it in line with my face. I clicked the FaceTime icon and then moved my phone back a little.

My eyes were red and swollen, making me look as though I had been crying, when really they were just itchy. My golden brown hair was looking rather windswept from when we took Harley for a walk, I scanned my room for a hair brush but decided not to bother, it's not like Isabelle would care anyway.

She answered on the third ring, signing hello with a big cheery smile.

"Hey Isabelle, how are you doing?" I signed and put on a smile.

"I'm doing pretty good, just swamped with university work. How's my favourite girl?" she asked, her sea blue eyes twinkling at me waiting for a response.

"I'm okay," I replied, not really wanting to talk about my feelings.

"I was talking about Harley, not you!" she winked. "I really need to come over and see her again soon, I miss her sloppy kisses and constant beg to play."

I laughed, in appreciation of her humour to try and cheer me up. "We miss you too; you really should pay a visit sometime soon." The thought alone cheered me up. Isabelle was the one thing I missed the most from my hometown, but thankfully we've stayed in touch for all of these years I've been away from Tamper.

"We'll definitely have to arrange something. I'm hoping to pass my driving license soon, then I'll be able to come and visit more often without having to fit it around when my mum can drive me over," she smiled, clearly excited about the thought.

"If I still lived in Tamper I'd be making you drive me everywhere," I laughed, feeling slightly jealous that I wouldn't be able to have the experience of that, or being able to drive myself.

"I bet you would! We'll I'm going to come and stay at your house in the summer, and then I'll drive you wherever you want to go, whatever the time," she smiled, noticing the disappointment in my eyes.

"McDonalds at 2am it is then," I smiled, letting my eyes close for a few seconds.

"Fine by me!" she laughed.

There was a pause in conversation for a few seconds, we both just looked at each other, and I let my eyes stare into a daze feeling physically exhausted.

I was awoke from my own little world by Isabelle furiously jumping all over the place trying to get my attention on the small camera in front of me. I laughed, that girl sure is crazy.

"I was asking how your mum is," she signed. I knew the question was going to come sooner or later, I couldn't avoid it forever.

I let my eyes fall to the ground and my head nodded slowly without me telling it to. "She's hanging in there. Doing her best. The doctors haven't come up with anything else, yet." I signed, looking past her instead of at her.

I looked up at Isabelle and saw the colour drain from her cheeks. I guessed my reply wasn't what she was hoping to hear. "Thanks for your concern; it really means a lot Isabelle." I signed, not wanting her to be upset. She didn't look at me, her face now as white as a ghost.

She slowly pointed a crooked finger, which quivered.

"Isabelle?" I signed, confused at what she was doing, or what was wrong with her.

She sat there, pointing. I moved my head to the side and her finger remained there. Figuring out she wasn't pointing at me I looked behind me.

My mouth dropped open. My bedroom door was ajar, people in florescent yellow clothes rushed through the hallway, people I didn't recognize. But I recognised their uniform, too well. My heart began to sink and felt as though it wasn't going to stop.

My nostrils involuntarily moved, my eyes filling with tears. A stretcher was being pulled throw the narrow hallway, doctors either side of it. I watched my mum get taken away.

She didn't look conscious.

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Authors Note: Here's the second chapter! I'm hoping to keep updates very frequent, since its summer and I am really excited about writing this. However I tend to keep my chapters pretty short, around this length (2- 3 pages) I hope you liked this chapter:) Don't forget to let me know your thoughts!

Dedication: This chapter is dedicated to @Alexa781 for supporting me so much with Dreams Are Forever, and with writing this sequel.

My highlight of the chapter: My highlight is where Shelby is talking about Bradley and how he loves her mum.

Questions of the chapter: What's your highlight of the chapter? What is your overall thoughts of this chapter? What do you think of Isabelle? What do you think of the ending? Any ideas of what could be wrong with Shelby's mum?

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