I spend the rest of the day laying in bed flipping through channels on the hospital tv. It’s only about 6 o’clock when my door opens and in walks the one person I don’t want to see.
My Mother. She comes in acting like she hasn’t left me to fend for myself for months at a time. As if I haven’t been on my own for the last 3 months. On top of that acting like she’s never put me through worse. As if she’s never left scars on me and put me in the hospital herself.
I roll over and face away from the woman I call my mother. I wasn’t dealing with any bullshit act she was going to put on for the doctors and nurses. I just want to see Jacob.
As if on cue he walks in and comes over to me, kneeling by my bed. He holds my hand softly and gives me an apologetic look. I smile at him softly as my mother walks over with a scowl on her face.