Kayla I managed to stand up and wipe my face just as Chelsea came around the corner. She stopped when she saw me by the vending machine. "Kayla," she said quietly, reaching out to touch my arm. "The doctor is finishing up the reports now. They said we can go in. We're allowed to see her." I nodded, my throat feeling tight. "Is Dad with her?" "Yeah, he's already in the room," Chelsea replied. "Come on. Let's go." We walked into the room, and for a second, the heavy atmosphere lifted. Mom looked pale, but she was awake. She gave us a weak smile as Dad adjusted her pillow for the hundredth time. "Look at you two," Mom teased. "Walking in here like you haven't slept in a week. Chelsea, is that a coffee stain on your shirt?" Chelsea laughed, looking down at her blouse. "Maybe. It’s the new fashion, Mom. Very 'hospital-chic.'" "And Kayla," Dad said, pulling a chair out for me. "She was worried you’d sleep through the whole morning." "I was just getting some air," I said, squeezing
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