I'm staring at her. I'm watching her with a very careful eye, arm propped up on my leg and palm against my cheek while I sit on the hospital bed. I can't look away, it's impossible to do so when I'm worried. I mean, it's not every day you find your mother laying unconscious on the living room floor." Your eyes are going to pop out if you keep on staring," my mom teases, but I can't return her humour." Stop. I'm fine, I'm okay," she says, the warning clearer in her tone though her features soften at the sight of my worry." Until I hear it from the doctor, I won't take any chances," this causes her to sigh and slump in the bed.Right when I'm about to ask mom about what happened, the doctor enters, holding his doctor's board and file. " Mrs Davies?" " Miss Davies," my mom corrects, a blush on her cheeks. Ooh I think someone is finding a certain blue eyed, dark haired and tall doctor attractive." Right, sorry......" He says, moving around and checking in his file, the machine and
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