Resurgence

{1} Late

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I woke up feeling like a weight was sitting on top of my chest.

Please don't be past 8:30. Please for all things good in this world, don't be past 8:30. 

Preparing myself, I opened my sluggish eyes and peeked at the clock hanging on the wall in front of me. It read 8:45 am.

Shit. 

I groaned and massaged my temples. Maya Ivory, you did it again. 

Shit!

The same situation, repeated again and again throughout all my years in school. One were to think I would be lucky enough to catch a break since I just transferred to a new high school...yeah right.

I drew a deep breath and released it. Lifting my tired and heavy limbs, I slowly sat up from the bed and glanced around the familiar room. I shouldn't have to be so used to this type of setting.

4 white walls.

Sitting under crisp white sheets on a bed that ends in cold metal railings.

A collection of medical equipment spanning the small room.

And my mother lightly snoring on a sleeper chair tucked away into a corner of the room.

With every fibre of my being, I came to hate hospitals. Over the years, I became more bitter about the fact that I grew up spending a good portion of my life in them, and bitter that nothing could be done about it.

I looked over at my mother and felt a wave of guilt rush through me. She always had a busy schedule. I had an attack last night and was rushed to the hospital. Whenever my body failed me, even if my mother could not make it to my side right away, she was always there for me when I woke up afterwards. I knew how stressed and worried she became every time she's contacted by the hospital, more so when she drops everything at work and rushes over to my side. She has never let me down, unlike my father.

I never blamed him though, rather accepted it. With my body, it isn't surprising that he occupied himself with work. Having a child with so many health problems would be hard to deal with. We're just lucky that my parents worked hard to ensure we were well off,  despite the medical bills I accumulated. My mom, Claire was a criminal defense lawyer; whereas my dad Matthew was an investor.

So, it didn't bother me that he wasn't around much anymore. It's been around 3 weeks since I last saw him. It was fine though. I was used to it; had to be.  I may have not been able to control the random fits of my weak body, but I refused to make it worse by having a weak mind and letting everything overwhelm me.

I shook my head sighing and licked my lips. "Hey ma, I'm up now."

After several attempts to call out to my mom, she finally stirred awake. A petite frame hidden under a grey blouse and wrinkled black pantsuit slipped on small black heels, got up and stretched. I found my mom to be the most beautiful woman; with medium length dirty blonde hair framing her modest heart shape face, a small nose and rosy lips.

Approaching my bed and looking me over she asked, "Hey sweet pea, feeling better?" 

"Yeah, I'm fine now... late to school again, but fine, " I replied in a dull tone. I was about to go into details of what happened last night until I froze, really noticing my mom's worn out face. Her dark eyes were tinted red and her skin didn't have its usual glow.  It was clear that she was exhausted. Realizing this, I decided against telling her. "It was like usual."