The sterile scent of hospital wasn"t exactly the kind of alcohol I was hoping for tonight, but from Nix"s worried face, it was clear that partying was off the table.
"You okay?" I asked. I pushed a flimsy cup of crappy coffee into her hand and sat down on the blue chairs. The plastic shrieked as I leant into them and awkwardly patted Nix on her back. I certainly didn"t know her well enough to comfort her for whatever reason we were waiting in this dingy waiting hall.
"Yeah, I am. It"s just..." Nix sighed and sipped from the coffee. "It"s always something with Rosa. Every time that I think I can get away from her, something new happens."
"And Rosa is your... ex?"
Nix chuckled humourlessly. "No, my ma."
"Oh."
The white doors clappered open and I looked up at a younger version of Nix.
