l

spital room. "Happy birthday, sweetie. I wish we didn't have to call you tonight. You

ing my best to smile at her a

be using her bed for a patient that he might be able to save, but he

es she'll wake up one day. I can't help but feel like it's a race against the clock. It's become a q

me. I don't think I've ever seen the man

s, a grave expression on his face. I close my eyes, no

harder to keep her state from deteriorating. There are

ut I'm not willing to give up on my mother. I still believe she

believe she'll ever wake up again, and I wish I could change my mother's doctor.

ll. It's higher this month by a couple

he associated costs, my eyes falling closed in re

price of that. Not anymore.A year after my mother fell into a coma, my father managed to get her doctors to declare her brain-dead so he could get remarried. The day he married my stepmother was the day

our stepmom and her daughter. I hadn't coped well with the way my father abandoned my mother, but I would've found a way t

wrong. My stepmother has her claws in him so deep, she's got him convinced that all I'm doing is wasting money

her alive. Until now. This time, I don't have the money. I literally don't h

er the last six years, often paying roughly two-thousand dollars per day on days that shedoesn'thave complications. Eight million dollars is the exact amount of my trust fund, and I'm at my

hand back. Of course, she doesn't. Every single ti

. I really need you. I can't give up on you now, but I'm not sure how I'm going to get enoug

ally in trouble this time, but realistically I know she won't. If only I could harden my heart. Would life be ea

heart out, my lungs burning, and it's not until I feel someone patting my back that

u were struggling wi

try my best to smile at her, but I can't bring myse

g, sweetie? I had no idea that it

he words. I can't say what I know to be true. After years of fighting, I might... I might lose my mother. I sniff loudly, fresh tears in my eyes. Hel

d out of her breast pocket and

hen she struggled to pay her sister's bills, they helped her. I think it's a gentlemen's cl

t's obvious that she doesn't

t if you do, know that there's no shame in

dress. No phone number or other information. The card is thic

won't need to use it, and