A Hop, Skip, and a Jump (2)

Chapter Two

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Lúcio was about twelve years old. Maybe thirteen. A quick glance around the room made him realize he was having the exact same dream he always had. He was currently in a hospital room, sitting right beside his mother on a bed and IV. The room was very run down, a few cracks in the wall and the slightest look of decay in the ceiling. The only sound in the room was the sound of a slight dripping of water, IV, and his mother's slight breaths.

It doesn't matter how many times Lúcio sees this scene, it hurts him more and more everytime. Lúcio raises his hand to put on his mother's. It feels like he is doing the moving, but it doesn't. As if he isn't control of his body. His mother's hand has a slow pulse.

"Lú... Lúcio... are you there?" His mother asked. Her voice sounding strained, as if being played by a harp player. The fine strings being plucked at just a little too hard.

"Y-Yes ma'am." Lúcio stuttered out. The vision of his mother started to go blurry. And it wasn't the fact of the dream ending. It was the pooling of tears in his eyes. He knew what was about to come.

The next events were always a blur, but stuck to his mind like the faces of people on milk cartons. The doctors started to invade the room. One after another, they came in with tables among tables of trays and equipment. It was Lúcio's last gift from his father, the treatment for his mom. Too bad the bastard didn't come to see her.

Lúcio was eventually forced out of the room, to watch his mother be torn away from him. Heart pumping, adrenaline coursing through his body, there was nothing to do but wait. Memories still blurry of what happened outside of the room, there was one thing that he re hearing.

Something that'll haunt him forever.

The sound of an IV going flatline inside the room with his mother.

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End of Chapter Two

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