Still getting ideas so if this one isn't so interesting, it gets better.

"Hey guys." Mrs. Fisher greeted as we entered the room.

She looked tired, and I could already see so much worry forming in Jere's eyes.

"Hi mom."

"Hey Mrs Fisher."

"How are you feeling?" Jeremy asked. Concern showing in his eyes. He sat on the chair next to her bed and held her hand.

"A little bit weak, but that's all."  She squised his hand assuringly, but his face was washed with worry.

"I am gonna go call the rest." I should give them their alone time so that they can have some mother son moment or something.

He probably wants to have as many with her as he can before she passes away. Not that she will.

We don't know if she will, but if she does, he obviously would want to spend as much time with her as possible before it happens.

We can't tell the future so we don't know, but she is also like a second mother to me so I would hate to believe that she might pass away.

I can't imagine life without her. She has to get cured. No one wants to let her go. Not yet.

I went to the waiting room and saw only Conrad there. I could feel tears already starting to form in my eyes, but he didn't have to know I knew anything.

Not that I plan on making any big scheme to teach him a lesson. He isn't worth my time and effort.

I took in a deep breath as I felt a lump start to form in my throat. I walked up to him, but realised that the lump just became worse each step I took that brought me closer to him.

He was on his phone so luckily he hadn't seen me. I turned around and rushed to the washroom were I stared at myself in the mirror before breaking down.

Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Why am I so weak. He doesn't deserve my tears so why am I crying over what he did?

I can't help it and that makes me feel worse.

I sniffed as I washed my face, trying  to hold myself together.

When I thought the tears were over I would just think about him and they would flow over and over again.

Get it together! You don't need him. Quit feeling sorry for yourself and move on. You still have time to make things right with Jeremiah.

I washed my face again. My eyes were now swollen so I had to wait some time for them to go back to normal and the red colour to disappear so that no one could tell I was crying.

As I headed to the bathroom door, some guy entered but then I saw he was carrying a girl whose legs were rapped around his torso and I cringed. Gross

I was heading f out till I realised who the two were.

"Taylor? Steven?"

Hope you enjoyed this one and will enjoy the three left to come.