Save her?

I ran to the ER in a blur. Not knowing what to do and what to think. I saw Dr. Watson running in the ER with some staff members after him.

I hurried to the door trying to go see mom for myself. I was about to move in when a nurse came to me and stopped me from going in.

"Please let me go," I pleaded. He gave me a pity filled gaze, but said nonetheless.

"I'm sorry but family or any other person other than staff members is not allowed here." And moved in himself.

I moved towards the chairs with dejected face. And sat there waiting, waiting and waiting for them to come out and tell me that she is doing just fine. It felt like an eternity since anyone had came out of that room.

I suddenly saw a nurse coming out of the doors so I ran to her and desperately asked her, "Is she okay now?"

She analyzed me for a moment as if measuring whether she should tell me or not. I kept on looking her with question filled eyes.

So she finally answered, "Her heart is very weak right now. Her overall health condition is not helping it either. We are going for Defibrillation now. Pray for her." And moved on her way.

It felt as if my feet gave up and I found myself hitting the cold floor of hospital. I could feel someone wrenching my heart. I could not think of anything else and kept on shaking my head.

"It can't be." "It can't be."

I sat there in a daze when I saw my phone in my hands. 'Jason' my heart said.

He could be here. He could come to me. He can say that its gonna be alright. He will tell me that she will be alright.

I nodded and dialed his number.

I heard his voice on the other end after few seconds.

"Hey its Jason,

But if you called me you already know that. Anyways if you are hearing this I'm either busy or I don't wanna talk to you.

You can leave your message after this beep I might get back to you.

Beep...."

I tried his number again, once, twice and then thrice. But the response didn't change.

I looked at the screen with tear filled eyes, not knowing who to call and who to ask for help now.

I sat on the floor helpless. I suddenly felt my phone ringing after few minutes.

Its 'Jason' I thought with few tears running down my cheeks. I quickly picked up the phone with my trembling hands and placed it on my ear without looking at it, and started talking without giving him a chance to talk.

"I-I uh, I know that you said to wait," I said when a sob left my mouth helplessly. I took a breath and again started with sorrowful tone.

"B-but, Jason, I don't know what to do. She is in there. Can you please come here?" I asked wiping my tears from my cheeks those were flowing through my eyes continuously. My vision getting blurred by now, my mind was already not function, I just was not able to cope with it.

"I won't say anything to you, I won't get angry with you, I-uh," I broke off again as a clog formed in my throat.

"Can you please come here?" I asked taking shaking breaths.

"Where are you?" I heard a breathy voice, that voice was not Jason's.

"Where are you?" Damon's voice asked me once again in a hurried manner.

"Ho-hospi," I trailed off as I saw Dr.Watson coming out of the operation theater and I ran to him.

"How is she?" I inquired with a little bit hopeful voice internally praying he would tell me that 'She is okay,' I tried telling him that through my eyes. I begged him through my eyes to say that 'she survived.'

But he looked down and then simply shook his head. Time stopped for me. My body gave up and I fell again.

I kept on staring in the space. When Dr. Watson's voice said, "I'm sorry, she could not make it."

I breathed in. Trying to stabilize myself, but nothing was working I saw them take mom's body to another room.

I stood up and went after them to find myself standing in a room filled with dead people, how funny I WAS DEAD.

I ran to mom. I took her cold hands in mine and started rubbing them with my warm ones in an attempt to warm them, to keep blood moving in them.

"Mom, please wake up?" I begged her.

"Please mama, wake up tell them you survived." I said to her with a hopeful voice.

"Mom, you said," I looked at her serene looking face. " you said we will talk tomorrow mom, why are you not talking now?" I tried waking her up when I felt strong hands moving me back from her.

I tried to resist whoever it was to go back to her.

"Sshh, it's going to be alright." I heard Damon's soft voice mumbling in my ears and keeping me close to his chest in a way now hugging me.

I sobbed in his chest shaking my head,

"No, it's not going to be okay. Don't you see she is displeased with me already, she is not talking to me. " I sobbed motioning to her motionless body lying on the stretcher with a white blanket covering her completely.

Damon kept on patting my back trying to calm me, "She is not angry with you." he assured me.

"Please tell her to wake up, she used to prank me please tell her it's awful. She should not joke around like this." I pleaded him sobbing at my Helplessness.

Damon loosened his grip on me so I moved to her again and said, "please mom, don't prank me like this its hurting me a lot,"

Damon again came to my side and helped my tired body up, I had not even noticed that I was sitting next to her bed with her hands in mine again.

"Come on," he said taking me out of the room even after my reluctance.

I moved to the chairs and again sat there with my head resting in my hands and sobbed for my life, my mother. I cried sitting there for my existence, for my prayers.

"She is no more," I mumbled to myself with no feelings at all as if I were a robot.

"You know? she left me even when she said everything was going to be okay." I told Damon who was sitting right beside me.

"She said we will go for walks again. But she is not here, she is not able to move." I said giving out an ironic laughter.

"She promised me that we would live together again when she recovers, she said she will survive it for me," I trailed off crying.

Damon took me in his arms again patting me and mumbling sweet words.

"It's going to be alright," he said, 'but is it ?' My mind kept on asking me.