Mommy's Here

  Robert had finally eaten and made it back to his room to try to sleep. He knew he needed to figure out a way to fix all of this before Joy found out, because God help him if she did, but he was exhausted...so he slept. He slept deep and hard. He was in the middle of the worst dream, he just kept seeing Della's limp body fall to the floor over and over again. He was being eaten alive by his guilt and he was afraid that it was starting to affect his decision making skills.

  He was drawn from his sleep by a strange noise. It was the sound of helicopters or something, but they were way out. He shook violently and forced himself to wake up, he was drenched in sweat and breathing very hard.

  Robert sat up and shook his head, trying to focus his thoughts. His arm was killing him, the wound was oozing and didn't seem to be healing. He knew it needed a doctor's care, but it would have to wait. Right now, he had shit to do. He strained his ears to listen, he