I bolted straight up, gasping for breath. I clutched my head in my hands as I rested my elbows on my propped up knees. I closed my eyes and took some deep breaths. After a few inhales, I settled down and looked around, blurry eyed. I was still in my little brother’s hospital room, which was dimly lit with moon light. I looked over to the chair on my left. My boyfriend, Matt, was slouched in a sitting position with his head hanging precariously over his left shoulder. He was asleep and partly covered by his sweatshirt jacket. I sighed and grabbed the blanket off the cot I was just asleep in. I slowly and carefully removed Matt’s jacket and covered him in the blanket. Matt hardly moved as I brought the blanket up to his chin. I smiled softly
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I pushed his soft brown bangs out of his face. Jack was only two and had been in and out of the hospital since he was born. The doctor’s said he had such a rare form of cancer that he wasn’t going to survive to the age of one. Somehow, my brother adapted and began to grow slightly stronger everyday. That was until my mother got worse. My mother had been battling breast cancer every since she had Jack. Unfortunately, the cancer reached her heart and killed her so fast, she didn’t even make it to Jack’s second birthday. Due to her being sick, she couldn’t take care of Jack. Just as my mother passed, Jack’s rare cancer got substantially worse. Ever since early February, Jack had been in the hospital fighting for his life. I was told the only way for him to survive was for him to get very risky surgeries, which are a little too intense for a two year old. So Matt’s mother, Josephine, ordered her surgical team to take things slow and take every precaution available. Although, these surgeries are meant to save Jack, I feel that something may end up harming him …show more content…
I turned to my side to see that Matt had gotten into the hospital bed on the other side of Jack. He had one arm wrapped around Jack and one hand holding my own. I slowly and carefully maneuvered my body so that I was now on the edge of my side of the bed. I got up cautiously, trying my best to not make the bed move too much. After I got up, I went over to the window sill. My school bag was laying open and its’ contents were thrown astray, all over the sill. On top of most of my binders were bills, court papers, schedules, and unfinished homework. I sighed and pushed most of the papers out of the way, until I found an unopened letter from yesterday’s mail. I grabbed it and immediately tensed up, the letter was from the court house. Their giant logo made a knot form in my stomach, it made me feel intimidated just looking at it. I leisurely walked to the chair Matt had partly slept in the night before and sat down.
I opened the letter, multiple papers fell onto my lap as I did. I sorted through the papers until I found the “personal” letter. I took a deep breath and began to read.
Dear Miss Green,
We are sorry to inform you that we have denied your custody papers. We will have a social worker help you get a lawyer. We will also have a court hearing for your lawyer and custody situation on May 4th at 9 a.m. If you have any questions, please refer to your social worker or lawyer. Have a nice
I pushed his soft brown bangs out of his face. Jack was only two and had been in and out of the hospital since he was born. The doctor’s said he had such a rare form of cancer that he wasn’t going to survive to the age of one. Somehow, my brother adapted and began to grow slightly stronger everyday. That was until my mother got worse. My mother had been battling breast cancer every since she had Jack. Unfortunately, the cancer reached her heart and killed her so fast, she didn’t even make it to Jack’s second birthday. Due to her being sick, she couldn’t take care of Jack. Just as my mother passed, Jack’s rare cancer got substantially worse. Ever since early February, Jack had been in the hospital fighting for his life. I was told the only way for him to survive was for him to get very risky surgeries, which are a little too intense for a two year old. So Matt’s mother, Josephine, ordered her surgical team to take things slow and take every precaution available. Although, these surgeries are meant to save Jack, I feel that something may end up harming him …show more content…
I turned to my side to see that Matt had gotten into the hospital bed on the other side of Jack. He had one arm wrapped around Jack and one hand holding my own. I slowly and carefully maneuvered my body so that I was now on the edge of my side of the bed. I got up cautiously, trying my best to not make the bed move too much. After I got up, I went over to the window sill. My school bag was laying open and its’ contents were thrown astray, all over the sill. On top of most of my binders were bills, court papers, schedules, and unfinished homework. I sighed and pushed most of the papers out of the way, until I found an unopened letter from yesterday’s mail. I grabbed it and immediately tensed up, the letter was from the court house. Their giant logo made a knot form in my stomach, it made me feel intimidated just looking at it. I leisurely walked to the chair Matt had partly slept in the night before and sat down.
I opened the letter, multiple papers fell onto my lap as I did. I sorted through the papers until I found the “personal” letter. I took a deep breath and began to read.
Dear Miss Green,
We are sorry to inform you that we have denied your custody papers. We will have a social worker help you get a lawyer. We will also have a court hearing for your lawyer and custody situation on May 4th at 9 a.m. If you have any questions, please refer to your social worker or lawyer. Have a nice