Louis' POV
I checked my watch to see that I was already late for school. Mom coughed, slightly sitting up in the process. She looked okay but she had been coughing all morning. It looked like she had the onset of a fever. The doctor was running late and still needed to get to school. I could not leave her here until the doctor came.
"Mi Amor," Mom said, reaching out a hand to stroke my hair. "I will be okay."
I did not answer and just eyed the door anxiously. The past few days had been hell. Mum and father had been screaming at each other none stop and it was taking a toll on her. The bastard was already out and about, not giving a fuck about the wife he had put in this condition.
Mum's blue eyes searched mine, trying as always to figure out what was going on in my head. "Mum rest."
"I will," She managed to say with a weak smile. "You can go, he will be here so..."
