"I knew I shouldn't have asked him to come..." she sighed while pacing around the room. "Mrs. Raiza it's okay. I'm sure it didn't do him much harm." I was lying, of course, I knew firsthand the harm it caused him, but I couldn't let her know that just yet. "Skye, thank you for bringing him here after he collapsed. I'm so sorry about the scratches from the fight, dear."
"It was no problem Mrs. Raiza," I sighed, staring at his unconscious body. "If you don't mind me asking, why did you tell him to come to the hospital?"
"Honey, I had to get him to the hospital immediately, it was of utmost importance."
"What could be so important?"
"I was just talking with the doctors and- and they said they could get him to talk again. I thought if it was under the pretense I was hurt he'd come immediately..."
"What do you mean?"
"Sweetie, why do you think that I take a job to get a small apartment near this school?"
"Because it was the only one you could afford?"
"No, because this was the only school that I thought could bring him back to me. A school that has the best teachers made to deal with all situations. I take him once a month to a doctor's appointment because I want them to tell me what I've already known for so many years. I want them to tell me he needs help, to tell me that he's sad. They can't do that to me, and so I try to help him. I couldn't stop him from cutting... I couldn't. So I brought him here so maybe a teacher, just one, would notice. I want my baby back." She grabs my hands and stares deep into my eyes. I could feel something behind those eyes, tears that just couldn't get past. Trapped, for who knows how long, just there waiting for someone to bring them out. They escape. "You're my only hope. Save him, please. I beg of you."
"What about the doctors?"
"Oh sweetie, I know they're lying to me, but I just wan-" I walked out of the hall in the midst of her sentence and into Michael's room.
I stare at his figure on the bed, his cuts were never noticed. I couldn't tell if the doctors didn't notice them for a reason, or if they were simply not important enough for them to even care much. They probably thought it was from the fight. They're all liars, all they really wanted was the money. A small malfunction was explainable, if he was dead they'd still get what they wanted. I walk over and brush a stray strand of hair from his eyes and get a good look at him. Those cuts on his arms, the torment in his brain, if I couldn't save my mother then I could save him and his mom from all this negativity. I look behind me and stare at his mom. It was something I needed to do. I can't just leave him here. I look back to his mom standing out in the hallway. "I'll save him. Promise."