Becoming Mrs Blackstone

“Hurry up!  Dave,” Ivy cried out loud to her brother, who had gone to get water for their mother, Mrs. Smith.

Dave rushed out from the kitchen with a cup of water, stretching it to his mother, “ Here mum, I hope it relieves the cough.”

Their mother has been really sick and she doesn't seem to be getting any better. They could imagine the pain a single person must be going through trying to stay alive.

“Sorry mum,” Ivy said as Mrs. Smith made a louder cough after gulping more water from the cup.

“I hope I can raise enough money by the weekend, at least I will be able to get you more drugs,” she added.

Mrs. Smith got a bit of strength to speak for the first time in a while, “Don’t worry kids, I’ll be fine.”

“Doesn’t look like you will,” Dave murmured.

They felt so much pity for her, it’s been over a year of getting drugs and even sorting hospital bills, yet all doesn't seem to be well.

Mrs. Smith’s health has greatly worsened. And now, they could no longer afford the bills from the hospital so they had opted to just buy drugs only since they were barely trying to survive.

“Don’t say that!” Ivy cautioned her brother.

“Come on Ivy, I really want mum to be healthy. I'm in pain knowing she hasn't been herself for months, knowing we could lose her if we don't take her for a proper surgery and treatment,” Dave answered almost in tears, taking a seat close to his mother and patting her.

A louder hack came this time around, it was continuous and felt like it wasn’t ending anytime soon as Mrs. Smith held her chest in pain.

With worry, Ivy let out, “I think I'll have to use the little cash with me and see what I can get at the pharmacy, I had thought I could wait till the weekend and get more money to add as soon as I get my wage for the week.”

Making her way out, rushing toward the door, Dave stood up too. “Please let me come with you,” he said.

“No Dave, you need to stay here with mum. At this point, we can't leave her all by herself,” Ivy insisted.

“I know, but… or just let me go instead, I'll rush down as fast as I can and I don't think you have that much strength, you were with her all day and probably haven't rested,” he persuaded.

Mrs. Smith, who was persistently coughing, tried to speak. Although, it was low, like a person on their deathbed, “You both can go, I’ll be fine.”

They rushed to the nearest pharmacy where they were only able to get just one tablet of drug. Obviously what they could afford with the money they had at the moment.

“Please, can you help us with some other drugs to hasten her recovery, the cough has really been too much lately,” Dave begged the pharmacist.