Chapter 11

Jasmine's POV

After work on Tuesday, I went to the hospital to see my mom. I walked slowly to the room she was held in.

I hated hospitals. The scent of antibacterial cleaning products lingered in the halls and it always felt like the cold hands of death were reaching for me.

I pushed in room fourteen and saw my mother laying down on the bed. Machines attached to her to help her breathe, mask over her nasal area to flow the oxygen to her nostrils so it can enter her lungs and a monitor beeping to indicate her heart beats per minute. She looked like she was asleep.?

Or dead.

"Mom, I'm here. I know you're slipping away from me and Zenia as the days go by but I'll do something to get that money so you can have a successful lungs transplant. I can't let you die knowing I've done absolutely nothing to save you. I don't care if I'll have to sell my body to make that money, I'll do it for you mommy."?

I buried my face at the side of my mother and I began crying bitterly.