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162 Ava: Mom (II)

As we enter the hospital, the sterile scent of disinfectant and the hushed whispers of staff and visitors envelop us. Selene, ever attuned to my emotions, presses against my leg, offering her silent support. I reac

A few steps in, a security guard takes notice of Selene and frowns. "I'm sorry, but dogs aren't allowed inside the hospital premises."

Vanessa steps forward, her voice calm and authoritative. "This is a service dog. She's with us."

The guard glances at me, then at our bodyguards-

dressed in suits, with sunglasses, and essentially a walking cliche. His expression turns guarded and he waves us on. "Of course, my apologies. Please go ahead."

Relieved, I glance down at Selene, only to find her prancing alongside me, head high. Hey, you know service dogs aren't supposed to strut like show dogs, right?

She huffs, but stops her front-leg flicking prance.

Vanessa seems to know where to go as she navigates the maze of

corridors and several random sets of elevators.

With each step, the knot in my stomach tightens, anticipation and dread intertwined. Grateful for Vanessa's presence, I follow behind, digging my fingers into Selene's fur for comfort. Remember, she can't do anything to you, Selene whispers in my head.

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182 Ava Momin

The door to my mother's room is as mundane as any other. Brown. Silver handle. A note on the door asking to contact the nurse

before drawing labs.

Nothing that says a terrible person resides within and to beware of your heart.

My hand hovers over the handle as my heart beats loudly in my ears. Vanessa places a reassuring hand on my shoulder.

"Remember, Ava," she murmurs into my ear, "you are in control now. Your mother's power over you exists only in the past. You are stronger than you know."

Inod without glancing at her, closing my eyes and drawing in a deep, slow breath..

of oxygen I take in and I

I can do this.

and Vanessa, I push open the door and step

dimly lit, the beeping of machines and a

drawn. The sight of her, so vulnerable and fragile, sends a pang

lake or as frigid as a winter

she's

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the bed slowly, my footsteps echoing in the stillness. Selene follows close behind, her presence a constant comfort.

lifeless it

cracking with emotion.

is no response, no flicker of recognition. I swallow hard, fighting back the tears that

I hate her.

I hate this woman.

I love her with the fierceness

I wonder if it would hurt this much. had

fact that she was fighting for her life from the wolfsbane, was so much

Ava. It's okay to

the side of my mother's hospital bed. Plastic scrapes against the linoleum floor, harsh in the stillness

see how far her

my movements with an unsettling intensity. Despite the dullness in her gaze, there's a flicker of something there-a

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fierce

want me to come? 1sk, my voice barely above a whisper. The question hangs in the air

expression unreadable. Then, slowly, she lifts a hand

my face.

A

recoil, to pull away from her touch, but another part-the part that still yearns

Her fingers draw closer.

it? Is this the moment

myself to believe that this is

is left in the past, and in the future lies

touch, my eyes fluttering closed. But then, in a sudden, jarring motion,

force and power of a healthy person, but the

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her in shock, my check stinging more from the