Chapter Seven

MITCHELL'S POV

I rushed as fast as I could when I heard what happened to my mom. Cassandra was wondering if I was okay. This would be the second time I am running out from my workplace to attend to my family matter. I missed the good days when Denise's call would bring a smile to my face, right now every time she calls I get scared.

I got a quick taxi and stopped before the building. I rushed as fast I could to the nurse clerk, and asked about my mother. The receptionist wasn't taking it too seriously at first, she said I should sit on an iron bench and wait for some time. She didn't make a call.

I sat for some time and waited. I was tapping my feet on the ground, moving and changing my sitting postures now and then. I looked around, my knees were jerking. I couldn't wait for them to call me.

I walked up to the nurse clerk. "Excuse me. My mom was admitted here, I need to get to her now."

"I said you should wait a bit."

"I have been waiting for over thirty minutes and I have been watching you. You have not made a call or made any move to show me that you are doing anything. I need to see my mother, please!"

"Are you saying I'm incompetent with my job? You better watch yourself lady, or I'm going to put you in your place."

My brows went down, I clenched my fist tightly. I gritted my teeth, my shoulders spread a bit, and so many violent thoughts were running through my mind, yet I could find myself reacting.

"I'm sorry for my use of words. Please, I want to see my mom." I was mad at myself for always being soft; if it was Cassandra, she would have given the nurse clerk a strong comeback that she may not forget for a long time.

The nurse clerk gave me a disdainful stare. "What is the name of your mother?"

She deliberately ignored my first inquiry. I wonder what kind of employees these people take in to attend to customers? I said in my thought.

I sighed. "Her name is Felicia Lawson." The nurse clerk picked up the telephone and eyed me. "What is your name?"

"Mitchell Lawson."

"Dr. Mendy. This is the nurse clerk, we are asking for a patient. Her name is Felicia Lawson, someone who claimed to be her daughter is here."

She kept silent for a while and eyed me again. "Okay, Doctor Mendy."

She dropped the telephone and raised her face to me. "Go to room 95 on the third floor."

The anger I was holding back in my heart diminished. I didn't want to let the provocation in my mind cover up the thought of my mom's health.

"Thank you."

I took the elevator to the third floor. I didn't care to look around, my eyes were on the doors alone, taking note of the numbers stamped on the wall.

I saw the room with a golden 95 on the door. I ran as fast as I could and got to the door. I walked in and saw Denise seated beside the patient bed where my mother lay.

"Mitchell!" Denise called out as she ran to me and threw her arms around her shoulders. I rubbed the back of her head and turned to my mother who was looking at me with a weak face.

She smiled at me, and my eyes were getting teary. I ran to her and she raised her arms and embraced me as I bent towards her.

"Mom, I'm sorry I wasn't there," I said as tears rolled down my cheek. "Sorry Mommy."

"Don't cry, my child. It's not your fault, don't cry," she said rubbing my bag with the arm that had drip on it.

I wiped my teary eyes with my palms when I sat down. Mother was still smiling, the thought I had as I saw her maintained her smile and cheerfulness in her sickness amazed me.

"When did this happen?"

"Nothing you should worry yourself about. I will be leave here and be okay," Mitherr said.

"No mummy, we can' no longer take this lightly," Denise said. She turned to me, "It happened again like the last time."

"I walked into the house and Mom was fine. We were talking, she was in the kitchen while I was in the dining room, and suddenly I heard things crash on the ground, and Mother stopped responding. I went to the kitchen and I found Mother lying down on the ground."

"Really?" I turned to Mother she rested her back on the bed and for the first time, I knew she was in pain trying to hide it. She turned her face aside, trying to avoid eye contact with me.

The doctor walked in, "Hello. I can see you're having a good time, but I have to check up on her now, please," he said with a smile on his face. I moved from mother, and the doctor came closer with a stethoscope plugged into his ear and he checked Mother's chest.

He pulled it out, "She needs some rest, and some medications to keep her blood pressure stable."

He turned to me, "Please see me in my office."

I went to the doctor's office and he gave me a seat to sit. "I called you to hear about your mother. We ran serological and other clinical tests. We also ran a CT scan on her, and we found out Mrs. Felicia Lawson had been suffering from Leukemia that had eaten up the blood of her blood cells."

"At this moment it is a prolonged ailment that had affected a lot of her healthy blood cells with the cancerous blood cells. The best thing to do now in this state is to undergo surgical treatment. I mean a stem cell transplant, and we have to do it very fast because her chances of living are very small."

"What do you mean chances of living are very small?"

"Shhasvea few weeks or maybe a month to live."