My body felt heavy,each breath felt like a struggle, and I was weaker than ever.the blanket did just little to warm me up, and my head was acking I couldn't see much because of the dizzyness but I knew that I was not in my room.i sat up straight slowly,
"We're the heck was I", I thought to my self,
The air hung thick and stale,I was still observing the room when a familiar voice echoed "your awake"a voice which I knew quite well, it was my dad and mom but my mum didn't say anything she just kept her head down, my looked at me with his cold eyes
"Hmm"he scuffed and left, yeah I no a father sees his daughter and instead of caring he just ignores her as if she's a disease, my mom finally raised her head up her face crumple in mask grief,she came to my bed side and sat down.
But I knew she didn't have to say anything her presence was a testament to how dire things had become,I suddenly felt a surge of frustration not at my mom but of my self for being pathetic,"i won't make it will am I mom",i said my voice weak but clear my teeth tightened in frustration, and then she spoke "I don't know sweaty"her voice shaken the air grew cold, then the maid comes in with a nurse on face masks and gloves, the maids name clara a 40 year old,
I will spare u the details later.
The maid breaks the silence "sorry ma'am but I think miss lily needs to rest, let the nurse attend to her", she says, her voice strong but firm then my mother stood up gave me one glance and left the nurse strolls in with some utensils.