Sweet And Sour.

"No No No" I muttered pacing back and forth in my room.

She wasn't hurt, I hypnotized her, but she was exposed to the magic of the bracelet.

This bracelet isn't ordinary, it's a cursed, stone that has been handed down to my family for protection. And I'm to be the guide

She saw the blood, and that's not a good thing for a mortal.

I sighed, and let myself fall face flat on my bed.

I really hope Mia would be alright.

****

"No, no baby...You're perfectly fine."

My mom, said rubbing my palms, but her eyes didn't seem to agree with her.

"I don't think there would be any need for all that."

The doctor said, pulling out a stool.

He sighed and sat down, looking at me keenly.

"Hey, dear Mia." He said in the most, softest and kindest tone.

But I wasn't buying that, it was a good way of dropping a bombshell.

But I was mentally prepared for it. Whatever bad news it was.

I believe I could withstand it,at least without dying.

"Have you been through any stressing activities lately?" He asked.

And I was confused for a bit.

Growing up, I sticked to the do's and don'ts, till I was confirmed healthy. And even then I was still careful, really careful, when it came to my health.

"I haven't been through any kind of stress." I answered, loud enough for them both to hear.

The doctor remained quiet for a while.

"How about emotional stress?"

He asked again, holding my other free palm.

I looked at him, puzzled. Yes I have been depressed quite a few times.

But that wouldn't be the reason why I'll end up here, with a disease I was healed from about ten years ago.

It doesn't make sense.

"No, I haven't experienced anything that would stress me emotionally." I said turning to face my mom.

My mom was looking really pale. I felt really bad, I'm aware of the struggles she went through ten years ago concerning my health.

And I honestly don't want her to go through this again.

I freed my hand from her grip, and reached out to her face.

"I'm fine Mom." I said in a reassuring tone.

She smiled weakly.

"You're not fine Mia, the test was carried out twice because I didn't believe it either." She said, sighing.

I was on the verge of tears..

"The test was carried out twice and both came out positive?" I asked quietly.

I already dread the answer.

"Yes Mia.."

The doctor answered on the behalf of my mom who was already giving ways for tears..

I felt a sharp headache again. And everything became blurry.

"Mia, you have to be strong".

I mumbled...

"Be strong for your mom, Mia!"

I screamed in my head. But I was only feeling worst..

I felt my hand slipped off the doctor's grip and the oxygen in the room turned cold.

And everywhere became dark.

The loud beep of the machine was slowly fading off, loud, urgent chatters was also fading.

"I'm i dying?"

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I slowly opened my eyes, this time the colour of the room was a burnt orange.

And the only source of light was from a table lamp..

I turned around, and well there was my Mom on the coach, fast asleep.

I breathing was stable now, and also I had gotten a little strength.

I slowly sat upright on the bed, and now I had a full view of the ward.

I reached out for the apple in the basket on the side table.

Taking a huge bite into the juicy and succulent fruit. I hummed as I savored the sour, sweet taste of the apple.

This fruit is similar to my life.

Well, the sour and sweet part though.

But all humans face different kinds of challenges. What matters is been able to overcome it.

If I am sick again,like the doctor said.

I'll have to be strong, for myself and my mom.

I have fought this battle before, I'll fight it again.

I sighed, looking to the side where my mom was fast asleep, I slowly let the tears out.

The room wasn't that bright, especially where my bed was, so it concealed the fact that I was crying.

I didn't know what to feel at the moment.

So I just let my eyes do the work.

"Mia.. you're awake."

My mom, said standing up from the sofa, and was coming towards my bed.

"Uhh, why are you awake?" I asked, clearly my throat.

My voice was hoarse, but it wasn't because I've been crying for some minutes now.

"Well, I can't really sleep, as I have to check your drip within intervals."

Oh, yeah that's right, I said and looking at the IV bag, I observed, as the fluid came down to the cannula, slowly going into my veins.

"Well, it's all good." I said, I wanted her to go back to sleep, and leave me in the comfort of the darkness, but she was already heading towards the switch.

"No, mom, please don't turn on the light." I said, causing her to turn.

"But... "

"It's okay, I'm better off like this." I said cutting her short..

She sighed. "Okay, are you hungry?" She asked coming back to my bed.

"Uh, no I'm not, besides I'm eating an apple at the moment."

I said, raising up, the half eaten apple for her to see.

Although she couldn't really see, how much of it I have eaten, because the room wasn't that bright and my corner was darker.

"And that's enough?"

She asked picking up her phone from the center table.

"Yes, mom."

"What do you want for breakfast?" She asked again.

Right now, I really don't have appetite. But the part of helping myself involves eating healthy.

"I really don't know, anything healthy." I said with a shrug.

I took another bite of the apple, and use the chance to wipe my teared face with my hands.

"Are you okay?" She asked again, concern filled her voice.

"Yeah, I am." I said, but my voice gave me out.

I forcefully chewed the apple in my mouth, and wiped my eyes again. But my mom was faster.

The whole lights came on.

And I could hear her gasping.

"You've been crying Mia.." she said, with deep sadness. As she walked as fast as could to my bed.

I like been the strong one among the both of us, but right now I'm feeling most vulnerable.

"Awww, baby..." She said, as she sat on my bed, pulling me into a tight hug.

And yes, more tears fell, I dropped the apple on my legs, and held her tightly.

"I don't want us to go through this again." I said in between sobs.

She parted my head, I could tell she was trying to stay strong for both of us at the moment.

And probably saying anything would give her out as well.

"I'm so..rry mom." I stuttered.

"It's all going to be fine, I promise." She whispered softly, as she stroke my hair.

But the tears kept coming...

I have already soiled her dress, but none of us cared at the moment.

"Honey, everything would be fine okay." She said.

But for a moment I didn't believe her.