CHAPTER FORTY: AUSTIN

Slowly, I opened my eyes and looked around the room, trying to remember where I was. I was sprawled out on a bed in a room with all-white walls and a faint antiseptic smell.

When my ears adjusted to where I was, there was a repeated beeping sound in the room, so I turned in that direction and saw that the alarm I had sent on my phone which was on the bedside table was on repeat.

The beeping was quite annoying, so I reached out to see what I could do to stop it, then I felt a sharp pain in my hand, causing me to look down, there was an IV inserted into my hand that was connected to a drip stand, confirming what I was thinking that I'm in a hospital ward, but why was I admitted?

Then everything that had happened came rushing back to me; my mother had been shot, and the doctor told me she had gone into a coma due to a lack of oxygen to her brain, and the agonizing pain from before overwhelmed me once more.

What was I going to do if she didn't survive? There was no way I could live witho