Where the hell was Steve? I thought, cursing him for being late. Dealing with two toddlers after a stressful day. Then the call came from the hospital. He had been hit by a car and had a fractured skull. My mother came down to help. In the middle of the night I heard a muffled cry. I went upstairs to find her hemorrhaging cherry sized blood clots from her nose. The next day I did the rounds, visiting two patients in two different hospitals. They said if the aneurysm had been half an inch higher it would have killed Mom.
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