78. The good News Is
“Niall please just stop forcing me to eat… (I groan.) I swear I’m not hungry...” He nods, and I feel another guilt branch, for being rude to my blonde friend. “I’m sorry Niall, I just don’t feel like anything anymore…” He places his sandwich back in the plate and opens his arms to hug me. “(He speaks during the hug.) Do you remember the time I drove him back from his birthday? (I drop the hug and sit on the stool facing Niall.) Remember what I told you he was blabbing all the way back home? (I sigh and I look at the ring over my finger that Harry got me for our anniversary.) You trust him don’t you, Becky?”
I hesitate to answer, because my mind was flowing with so many thoughts at the moment; and what makes me stop is the ring-tone from my cell phone. I see his picture glare into my screen, and I just feel that my tears are dropping down at the same moment; Niall takes my phone from my hand and declines the call. “(He whispered.) How about another hug?” I nod as I sobbed and hug Niall again; I’m such a frustrated mess right now…
…. The Next Day ….
Well, this is how the night ended yesterday: the two couples tried to cheer me up and talk to me about just relaxing from all the stress that had formed; but I can’t just say that it was that easy of a thing to do. Niall and Liam left back to the hotel, as for the girls? Yes they didn’t leave me until they made sure I was asleep in my bed with nothing to bother me, especially my phone. Speaking of that, I told the girls that Harry called, but Niall rejected the call; their faces were unexplainable, and I wondered why.
“Get up missy! Come on!” I didn’t bother myself to open my eyes, I just wanted to sleep all day and nothing else but that. “Becks, it’s 3:30 pm! You’ve slept so much darling come on wakey wakey!” Another voice stroke my ears and I had to open up in surrender. “(I rubbed my eyes.) I’m up…” The two girls smiled at me and sat on opposite edges of my bed.
“How about we go see your mother with you today?” I smiled at the idea, wow they would actually want to come with me? “Hold it, what’s the charge of that?” They both giggled and shook their head. “We’ll tell you when we’re back; we’ll wait for you downstairs once you’re done honey.” They left my room, and I stood up to do my morning routine, and change into my clothes (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=102648812). I didn’t even bother to untie my hair; I just wasn’t even bothered with how I look like at all right now.
…. At the Hospital ….
I was more than shocked once I entered my mom’s room. She was dressing up by herself and she has returned to her normal estate! How!? I jumped in her arms and she hugged me back. “Mom, you’re back to normal!” She brushes my hair and smiles: “It was God’s will, cupcake. The doctor told your father and I that I can go home and return to work; but each 3 months I need to come back for a checkup just in case.” I cried from the joy that just filled me up, I can’t believe that God blessed us with this recovery! “Aren’t you going to introduce me to those two lovely young ladies?” She asked as they both walked forward and shook my mother’s hand. At least my mom is healed, but what about my heart now …?