#lullabyfamily killed my grandma

[dream-bandit]

ah. aha. Hahah. Haha! Wow. this is certainly! What a great fic. I am. at a loss for words right now bro brob ro. YOu cant do thisto me YOU CATNTT (/POSITIVE)

BROOOOO OIRF SIODJFK I FUCK YOU FCOR THIS BRO HOW ? Q?! ?RWSF SF SDHOW DO YOU WRITE SOMETHING SO HURTFUL BRO> BRO>.. .rBRO. AIM GOFING TO LOSES IT.

Im snifflinf reading this because Wow. Wowwww eyah. Yeah. I imagine this type of stuff a lot it makes me so. sad. and this. perfectly captures all that . Ahaaaa.

I lvoe the idea of zoey hating hospitals after her mom being stuck there for so long. it makes sense and I can kinda relate man. ALso WHAT DO YOU MEAN SUPPSED TO END ON A SADDER NOTE ?!?! THIS IS ALREADY KILLING ME HOW COULD IT GET ANY WORSE THAN THIS.

I have a lot to say about this but I cant word it all. Just hope you know this made me emotional and Im going to get you for this /silly

HELP WDYM IM PROBABLY THE FIRST PERSON TO WRITE A FIC ABOUT ZOEY AND HER MOM!? WHAT

uh, anyways, it’s under the cut like usual

Summary: Zoey has a sad yet soft moment with her mom

Additional Tags:

Zoey hating on hospitals. Inspired by a PJO edit. Sick Character, Hannah is in fact dying. Emotional Hurt/Comfort, this was going to end on a much sadder note, But then I saw happy Zoey and I couldn’t. Semi graphic description of a hospital, Zoey really just goes off about how much she hates them. Zoey being worried for her mom. Hannah’s name is never mentioned btw hope that doesn’t get confusing. No Beta We Die Like Hannah. Angst and Feels

Zoey wasn’t sure what she hated most about hospitals. The smell was definitely a top contender, the way it burned at her nostrils as it scrubbed away at everything trying its hardest to cover up the smell of death and bodily fluids. It was like the hospital was trying to hide the fact from itself that for every person that went through its doors and got healed just as many came in and never left. Of course that was just one thing, there was also the noises, the coughing and beeping and crying like some sort of line up to enter into the underworld, then there were all the people that made Zoey feel claustrophobic, and then there was overly smiley doctors and nurses, how could anyone be smiling like that after hearing about a kid who got a wii remote stuck in his throat? 

Honestly Zoey could’ve kept listing things but out of all the reasons why she hated hospitals she supposed the main reason was because that’s where her mom had been bedridden for the last … had it already been a year? 

“Come on Zoey,” the black haired woman at Zoey’s side gave Zoey a small nudge towards the open door that led into the room Zoey hated most in the hospital. 

The woman was one of Zoey’s mom’s friends, Lanelle, and while she was friendly enough Zoey had gotten tired of staying at her house with her weird pet gecko, Senior Raindrop. 

The gecko wasn’t the problem, it was the fact that her mom was still in the hospital, she was just taking her anger out on the gecko. 

Zoey took a cautious step towards the room as Lanelle gave her another soft nudge. 

She could do this, no different than any other time, right? 

After about a minute of standing there Lanelle gave her yet another nudge. 

“Zoey, are you alright?” Lanelle asked sweetly. 

No. No of course she wasn’t, her mother was dying and the doctors still hadn’t fixed it. They said they could! 

But they didn’t even know what Zoey’s mom was sick with so it only made sense they didn’t know how to fix her mom. They were just trying to spare Zoey’s feelings, to make her feel better. Why did so many of these medical professionals seem to try to be feelings doctors as well? 

Zoey would never say all that to Lanelle though. Lanelle cared for her of course, she never judged when the only thing Zoey could do was let out all her emotions out in whatever way her emotion fueled brain chose. It was more about the other people, the doctors, the nurses, the complete and utter strangers that were also in the building. She didn’t want them to see her break down. 

She didn’t want her mother to see her cry. She had to try and keep it together. For her mom. 

“Zoey?” Lanelle tried again. 

Zoey shook herself, inhaled slowly, held it, and let the breath back out. 

“I’m ready,” Zoey responded, ignoring how weak her voice sounded to her ears. 

“Alrighty then, do you want me to come in with you or wait out here?” 

It was an automatic response, same as all the other times, “Just outside the doorway,” 

“As usual,” but Lanelle waited for Zoey to move into the room before taking her spot waiting patiently just outside. 

The hospital room that Zoey’s mother had been staying in was brightly lit, with warm sunlight streaming in through the half opened blinds over the windows but the flowers on the bedside table had begun to wilt. 

Zoey’s mom sat under the covers of the bedding, propped up slightly and still hooked up to the heart monitor as she seemed to be dozing off slightly. 

“Mom!” Zoey called, rushing forward. 

Her mom let out a snort as she snapped awake, “Zoe-“ her mom was quickly cut off by a harsh coughing fit that had Zoey picking up her pace to get over to her mom faster. 

“Mom! Mom, are you ok?” Zoey asked nervously, looking up at her mom with soft eyes. 

Her mom continued to cough violently into her clenched fist for a upsetting moment too long before it died off to a degree that allowed Zoey’s mom to respond. 

“I’m alright my little melody,” Zoey’s mom got out, though her voice was hoarse. 

Zoey frowned at her mom, and then looked away, “You’re just saying that to make me feel better,” 

There was a pause. 

“Zoey, dear, look at me please,” 

Zoey winced, she had to be strong. She couldn’t let her mom know she was hurting, her mom had to focus on herself, not Zoey. 

After a shaky inhale Zoey swiped at her face clearing it of any tears and turned back to her mom. 

Her mom was quick to cup Zoey’s face in her hands. Her hands were so cold. 

“Zoey,” tears had begun to form in her mom’s eyes, “My brave, beautiful, little melody I know you’re trying to be strong for me right now, but you don’t need to be. I know, I know you’re hurting so bad,” 

Zoey’s lip trembled. 

Whatever was left of the strong look on her mom’s face broke at that. 

“Oh Zoey,” Her mom pulled her forward into a hug, wrapping her arms around Zoey and squeezing with whatever strength she had left. Zoey hugged her mom back but much more softly as she began to tear up. 

Zoey was sure they could have hugged each other for next to an hour but eventually Zoey’s mom came down with another coughing fit and Zoey let go to give her mom room to breathe. 

Zoey watched her mom with increasing concern until finally asking, “Should I go get you some water?” As she had no idea what else to do or say. 

Her mom buried her head into the crook of her elbow and shook her head but that only ended up triggering more coughs.  

After a number of deep wheezes and additional coughs her mom managed to get out, “No, no, I’m ok Zoey. I don’t… I don’t need any water. Tha-thank you though,” 

Zoey could only nod. 

Another cough. 

Her mom then patted the mattress beside her, silently telling Zoey to sit beside her. Zoey obliged and slid up beside her mom who weakly wrapped an arm around her. 

While it was weak her mom softly started to hum. It was the lullaby she always used to sing for Zoey. A warm, happy feeling started to swell in Zoey’s chest. She supposed that even if her mom did … did die Zoey would always have their song to hold close and remember her by. 

A tears slid down Zoey’s face. 

“Mom,” Zoey choked, “Save your energy.” 

The humming went on for a short second, “I suppose you're right on that, I just want to sing for you again.” 

Zoey sat up a little, “Mom, please be careful.” 

A sigh, “Ok, but only because you want me too,” 

Zoey suddenly felt guilty, “That’s not what I meant,” 

Her mom reached up and ran her fingers through Zoey’s hair, “I know, I know. You’re just taking care of me.” 

Zoey hummed back in agreement. 

“You’re so strong Zoey, I’m sorry I haven’t been there,” her mom admitted softly before pressing a kiss to the top of Zoey’s head, “Please my little melody when I’m gone please don’t be afraid to show your feelings, I know you want to stay strong for me and that’s ok, but the storm of life is oh so treacherous. Showing your emotions is never a bad thing,” 

A cough wracked through her mom but she went on, “You’ll meet people both good and… and bad that will try to break you but hold fast and don’t be afraid because I know that no matter what you are unbreakable.” 

Her mom’s voice was very hoarse and barely above a whisper but Zoey caught every word as tears dripped down her face. 

Zoey turned and buried her face into her mom’s side. 

“I don’t want to lose you,” 

Her mom patted her on the head, “And you won’t, I’ll always be with you, in here.” Zoey let go slightly and glanced up at her mom as she reached down a hand and touched above where Zoey’s heart would be. 

Zoey couldn’t help the snort that came from her, “That’s so cliche,” 

Her mom giggled, “It is, but it’s right.” 

Zoey smiled up at her mom, “Yeah, maybe it is.”