I sat in the cubicle of mine for the newspaper I currently worked at. I didn’t move, I barely breathed for fear of upsetting any sort of balance. The phone rang and I didn’t jump, I closed my eyes, knowing I was expecting this call. I slowly picked the phone up and put it to my ear, “Hello?”

“Hello this is Hazel’s doctor. I think it would be best to come to the hospital now.”

“Yes, I’ll just go get her son awhile first.”

“Alright. I will see you shortly then.”

*

“Joel what’s wrong?” I ignored Liam’s voice and the fact my car was slowly climbing above the speed limit, “Joel! What’s wrong?!”

I kept my foot on the gas pedal only to find Liam’s young strong arms grab the steering wheel and veer us off the road, “What the fuck is wrong Joel?!” Liam was shaking with fear.

I began crying, knowing that only made Liam more nervous. I looked at him, “Hazel,” I chocked, “Hazel is dying.”