*Ophelia*
“Well, that's just it," Carolanne says over the phone. “They don't know what caused it. All they can tell me is that they're going to monitor her. That's all they really can do at this point."
I gnaw on my bottom lip while my fingers ache with how hard I'm holding my phone up to my ear.
Hearing my sister say that the doctors have no idea what's caused our Mama to have such a bad reaction to her medication is worrisome. What's to say that it won't happen again and make her even more sick?
Rolling over to see those missed phone calls had practically given me a heart attack, especially since my sister isn't the type to call me more than twice when she needs something. So over twenty times?
I'm lucky I'm still upright and breathing. Carolanne's news hadn't made me feel any
