Chapter Seventy-Six: Past: Life Miscommunicated

"How is she doing?" she asked as she massaged my shoulders, pressing the places that I didn't realize had become stiff over time.

"A whole miracle I tell you. Lora said it was less than forty percent that she would make it but as soon as they got the pump in her to drain the water. The room warm enough to help and the drip connected. We had to wait for a while, until yesterday when they got a faint heartbeat and that was enough for Lora to what she needed." I said, releasing a heavy sigh as her hands moved to my back.

"Well that's a good thing Mico, maybe now you can spend time with us… you know and not have to stress about everything that's been going on." She said as she let her hands wander south.

"Stop," I said