Thomas looks over his Friend James, "My mother has been sick for days now, and she is not getting well."
"There is nothing you can do Thomas, I do understand your frustration, but everything is close, and army trucks are patrolling. They will shoot anyone on the street."
"They won't see me, and if they do, I will explain to them that my mother is sick."
Thomas walks over to Angelica's room, "Mom, are you awake?"
"You are not supposed to be here, son. You will get sick as well."
"Mom, it has been days, and I am still fine."
Thomas brushes his mother's hair out of her face," you will be okay, Mom. I will get you the medication you need."
"Son, there is no cure. I have accepted my fate."
"Mom, do not say that."
"Son, look around you. People are dying. There is nothing we can do."
"Mom, you will be fine, Thomas smiles."
Being a sixteen-year-old without a dad and sick mother, Thomas knew he had to do something.
Mom, I will be back."Thomas squeezes his mothers hand,"
