Sunday, April 10, 2016

Review of Something in the Water by Ben Starling

Something in the Water, An Ocean Romance (Something #2)Something in the Water, An Ocean Romance by Ben Starling
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

This was a very powerful and emotional book to read. At first, it seemed to be a fairly light story, but then its depth was revealed. And there were some very dark moments later on. I also didn't expect it to take such a spiritual turn (not religious, however).

Teal, the main character, is a journalist who's sent to the South Pacific to write a story about a businessman there. It seemed like a great opportunity, particularly because she gets to stay on a beautiful island. Surprisingly, her boyfriend decides to come along with her, and she's hoping she can save their relationship. Why she would want to save anything with this man is beyond me. You can tell a lot about a person by the way they treat wait staff and anyone they believe is below their pay grade. Bear, her boyfriend, is horrendous to wait staff and is an all around terrible person. I have no idea how she managed to stay with him for as long as she did because she's a genuinely good person, and everything that man did made me cringe. I just loathed him, and then I loathed him even more as the story progressed.

Fortunately for Teal, she meets Perry, who is the complete opposite of Bear. He's kind and caring and fun to be around. He's also a restaurant owner and marine biologist who's concerned for the environment and all the creatures that inhabit Earth. I was ready for her to ditch Bear and be with this guy, someone she's much better suited to. I was honestly surprised she was even upset with Bear over what he did when she had already fallen for Perry.

While Teal is on the island, some real and very serious environmental concerns are brought to her attention. As someone who would much rather be an investigative journalist exposing the corrupt, it's hard to write an article about a businessman in a positive light the way she believes her boss has requested her to do so. Now she feels she has to choose between her job and doing the right thing.

Not only does she meet Perry, she also befriends an elderly couple who are just as concerned about what's been going on as Perry's been. I loved this couple; they felt so real to me. And the resort owner and his wife were good allies as well. I also enjoyed reading the letters that her deceased grandmother wrote. She would have certainly approved of her relationship with Perry.

But then she meets Daniel Dragan. And it took me quite a while before I realized that this was the same man from the first story, "Something in the Air." What made me realize it was when they talked about him being a Vietnam War vet. And then I realized they had the same first name, but I couldn't remember his last name until I checked the summary of "Something in the Air." And sure enough, it's the same name. I never would've though they'd be the same person. His personality and his whole outlook on life changed so dramatically. I was pretty upset by this, and I was hoping he would somehow come back around...

As Teal and Perry investigate what's going on and as they try to literally save the whales and the island, they end up putting their own lives in danger.

This was a compelling read that had me on the verge of tears. I felt so many different emotions while reading it. The romance and the suspense kept me hooked, and then of course, it got me thinking about how humans are destroying the oceans and hurting and killing the animals that live there. And then it leaves you wondering what you can do to help...

Highly recommended.

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Saturday, March 5, 2016

Review of Fall, Leaves, Fall by Mike Driver

Fall, Leaves, FallFall, Leaves, Fall by Mike Driver
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

This is a dark story with a gloomy atmosphere. The author's vivid descriptions of a small town in autumn on the brink of winter are well done. The gray skies and the near constant rain allows for a perfect setting for a supernatural thriller.

Bridge has returned to his hometown, a place where a few children were murdered twenty years ago. Unfortunately, one of those children was his best friend. And now that Bridge has returned, strange things begin to happen. And a child goes missing.

Bridge reunites with his old friends, ones who were there the day that their friend went missing after he suffered a terrible fall. They were all interesting characters, but it's not surprising that Bridge didn't remain friends with them after all these years. I was intrigued by his relationship with Susan...

Bridge is an average guy, and it was hard not to feel sorry for him when the author takes you back to his past, and you can feel the guilt that he still carries with him--even though he was just a kid, and he didn't really do anything wrong.

This was a really good mystery with the right amount of creepiness. Bridge goes through a lot to try to get to the bottom of it all. I was honestly surprised in the end; I wasn't able to guess who the killer was. The leaves were fascinating to me, but I was horrified when I learned their significance. And I have to admit I have flinched recently when seeing dead leaves floating around since reading this!

There were some minor grammatical errors and a few unanswered questions in the end, but overall, I really enjoyed this book. I could easily see this as a movie!

If you like dark, suspenseful thrillers, you should definitely check this one out!

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Saturday, January 23, 2016

Review of Something in the Air by Ben Starling

Something in the Air: A Homecoming Romance (Something Series Book 1)Something in the Air: A Homecoming Romance by Ben Starling
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

My rating for this book is 4.5 stars, but I'm rounding it up to 5.

This story was a wonderful read for a multitude of reasons. I loved the setting and the time period - in a small town after the Vietnam War ended. I loved the realism, the characters, and the story line. And most of all, I loved the romance.

The author really makes you feel for the characters, which is not always easy to pull off in a short story. Daniel returns home from war, and he reunites with the woman he was with before he left. And even though we never actually meet Daniel's uncle, I really liked his character and was able to get a strong sense for who he was. I also felt that the conversations were well done and realistic.

Not only is this a sad but touching romance story, it also shows the devastation and harm that can be caused by companies motivated by greed.

My only complaint is that I wanted to read more, and I hope the author takes that as a compliment because it is one! This was a well-written short story that I'd definitely recommend to others.

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Friday, January 15, 2016

Review of GR3T3L-1 by V.M. Sawh

GR3T3L-1 (Good Tales For Bad Dreams #4)GR3T3L-1 by V.M. Sawh
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Out of the four stories that V.M. Sawh has written (so far) in the Good Tales for Bad Dreams series, this one is the most different of them all (and I've read each one). It is a science fiction take on Hansel and Gretel, and it strays the furthest from the original fairy tale.

Instead of a young boy and girl lost in the woods, there are two robots lost on a strange, harsh planet. While it's not typically easy to relate to robots, there were certain human qualities they had (especially GR3T3L-1) that made this possible. I could also identify with Dr. Li, whose backstory was particularly heartbreaking.

While slow at times, it was fascinating to explore this world as both robots tried to make their way back to the spaceship and uncover what had happened (as their memories were scrambled). The writing was outstanding, and the story line was powerful. V.M. Sawh managed to turn a children's story into a mature sci-fi tale with strong themes highlighting the brutality of war.

Even though I found myself trying to find the connections to the original tale (the Salem creature a version of the witch, the crystal formations like the candy covered house, etc.), it didn't detract from the overall plot. This was a very impressive tale that I would recommend to others.

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Sunday, December 13, 2015

Review of Finding Destiny by Katrina Hart

Finding DestinyFinding Destiny by Katrina Hart
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

My rating for this book is 4.5 stars, but I'm rounding it up to 5 because I love the cover so much! The cover and all the great reviews were what led me to read this, despite it being outside the genre I normally read. I don't read a lot of fantasy, but once I let myself get lost in the world that Katrina Hart created, I found it to be quite an adventure!

A young man named Alex travels to the future after taking a drink from a gypsy. In this futuristic and magical world, he is now married with a baby girl. That's quite an adjustment! But it becomes even more complicated because his daughter is no ordinary baby. And there is nothing ordinary about this world either.

This book moves along very fast, and it will keep you on your toes! Dragonstar, the main villain, who is part human, part owl, is nothing short of evil. There are quite a few unique characters in this book. I particularly liked Fumble, one of the robots, who had a very sad backstory.

Despite Alex getting thrown into a terrible situation where he has to try to save his daughter and the entire town, he really steps up to the plate. He's simply a good guy, who is easy to root for. There is even a nice love story, which I was happy about.

This is a very imaginative world where you can literally travel through reading books and where magic is a part of everyday life. It was enjoyable to go on this journey with Alex as he learned more about his own past while he tried to figure out how to defeat Dragonstar. There were also quite a few twists and turns, especially towards the end!

I would recommend this book to anyone who enjoys reading stories where anything is possible.

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Friday, December 4, 2015

Sick: Chapter Seven

Dr. Chana approached Natalie in the nurse’s station.
“Natalie, do you remember Robert Scholl, the paralyzed patient with the mysterious illness?”
“Yeah, yeah, of course,” she responded, her face turning red. God, she hoped the doctor didn’t notice.
“We finally found out what’s wrong with him.”
“Oh my God. What?”
“We found a chemical in his system—it’s one found in industrial strength cleaners.”
“What?” Her eyes widened in shock.
“Yes, it is strange. If ingested, it can cause severe stomach pain and nausea—and vomiting of course. If enough is ingested, it can be fatal. I’m concerned that he might be suicidal.”
She shook her head. “No, no. I don’t think so.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, I’ve spent some time with him, and I didn’t get that impression at all.”
“Well, then maybe someone is poisoning him. That’s the only thing that makes sense. Either he’s ingesting it himself, or someone else is giving it to him without his knowledge.”
“But who? Who would do such a thing?” She thought of his doting mother. “You don’t think his mom—“
Dr. Chana shrugged. “It’s possible. They did say he was ill a lot as a child, and no one could ever figure out what was wrong with him.”
“Maybe—maybe she has Munchausen by proxy syndrome… Oh my God. Have you told Robbie this yet?”
“I left a message on his phone earlier today. I told him what we found in his system, and I told him I’m concerned. But I haven’t heard back from him.”
She nodded, her thoughts going a million miles a minute. “Excuse me. I’ll be right back.” She left the nurse’s station and headed down the hall so she could try calling Robbie.
The phone rang several times, but he didn’t pick up. She sent him a text, asking him to call her. She tried calling him a couple more times.
If his mother was poisoning him, and she heard what the doctor said, who knows what she might do? She remembered him saying that she used to be a housekeeper. And the chemical they found was used in industrial strength cleaners.
Why wasn’t he answering? He was usually home at this time, and it was rare he didn’t answer the phone. What if he found out and confronted his mom about it? She knew he wasn’t helpless, but being in a wheelchair did have its limitations.
After checking on a few more of her patients, she tried calling him again. Still nothing. She ran up to the nurse’s station. Shawna, her supervisor, was there pulling a box of alcohol swabs out of a cabinet.
“Shawna—I need to leave. Is it all right if I take an early break? I should be able to come back soon, but I need to check on someone. It’s kind of an emergency. I’m sorry.” Her words were rushed, and she wondered if the panicked feeling she had was evident.
“Um—sure, go ahead. Is everything okay?”
“I honestly don’t know. I’ll find out and let you know, but I better go. Thank you!” She then waved as she rushed down the hallway. Everything was a blur as she made her way to the elevator and then headed down. At first, she felt on edge when she was beginning to realize what was happening to Robbie. Now, she was thinking the worst—especially since she hadn’t been able to get in touch with him.
She ran out to the parking lot, fumbling for her keys. Taking a deep breath, she got in her car and drove to Robbie’s house.

Natalie rang the doorbell and knocked, but no one answered. His mother’s car was here. She knew they were home. She knocked louder and rang the doorbell again.
Finally, his mother opened the door. Her eyes were red, and her hair was a mess. She appeared to have been crying.
“Hi, Natalie. What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be at work tonight?”
“I am working. I’m on my break. I—I just really need to talk to Robbie. Is he here?”
“He is, but he’s not well. He’s sick again, poor thing.”
“Oh no. Well, let me go check on him. I think he might need to go to the hospital.”
She shook her head. “No, that won’t be necessary. I’ll take care of him. The doctors haven’t been able to help him anyway.”
“Please let me see him.”
“He’s not fit for company.”
“I’m not company. I’m his girlfriend. I’m a nurse. I need to see him!”
She looked surprised by Natalie’s outburst. “You need to leave. I have it all under control.”
“No. I’m not leaving until I see him—until I know he’s okay.” She was trembling as heat rose up through her veins.
“He’ll be fine. He has his mother to take care of him. He doesn’t need to see you right now.” Okay, Norma fucking Bates, I’m not going away this easily.
“If you don’t let me in to see him, I’m gonna call 911.”
“What? What is wrong with you?”
“The better question is—what is wrong with you? Robbie is being poisoned. The doctor told me today what they found in his system.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
She then heard Robbie yell in an urgent, yet weakened state, “Natalie!”
His mother was blocking the doorway.
Natalie shoved her way in, knocking the older woman out of the way.
“What the hell are you doing? I told you—you need to leave!”
She ran to Robbie’s bedroom and flung the door open. He was lying on the floor, coughing up blood.
“Oh my God—Robbie!” Before she could get to him, she sensed someone behind her and turned around. Terror flooded her as his mother came at her with a sharp kitchen knife. She backed away just in time, and then she was knocked to the floor. The woman was on top of her in a maniacal rage, attempting to stab her. She fought her off and then rolled away closer to Robbie. When his mother came at her again, she wrestled her for the knife. It fell to the floor near Robbie. To her surprise, he grabbed it. When his mother attempted to retrieve it, he reached up and stabbed her in the chest.
She collapsed to the floor, clasping her chest in surprise as blood flowed down her clothing.
Robbie struggled to crawl toward Natalie.
“Honey, stay where you are.” She ran over to him. “I’m calling 911. We’ll get you to the hospital right away.”

Robbie woke up, panicking. Where the hell was he? Natalie was with him, holding his hand. Looking around, he saw he was in a hospital room. Of course.
That was all a dream, right? A nightmare? His mother wasn’t poisoning him. She didn’t cripple him. She didn’t try to kill Natalie or him, and he certainly didn’t stab her.
The more he woke up though, the more he remembered. It wasn’t a dream.
“Hey, honey,” Natalie said, tenderly rubbing his hand. “How are you feeling?”
She helped him drink some water. When he finally felt capable of really talking, he asked, “What the hell happened?”
“Where’s my mom?”
She didn’t answer him.
“Did I—did I kill her?”
She shook her head. “No, you didn’t. She’s in the hospital. She’s gonna be okay.”
“What the fuck—?”
“Robbie, how much do you remember?”
“I remember—I remember getting sick, really sick. And she brought in a bucket. She knew I was sick without me having to tell her. And then I remembered being a kid—my mom was with me when I fell over the balcony. I didn’t want to eat her food because it made me sick. My dad was supposed to bring me home McDonald’s. She pushed me off the balcony. She’s been poisoning me, hasn’t she?”
Natalie nodded as tears streamed down her face. “I’m so sorry, sweetie.”
“How could I have been so stupid? How could I not have known?”
“How would you have known? Your mother always took care of you. You never would’ve suspected she’d be capable of any of this.”
“She tried to kill me. She wouldn’t give me my phone. She wouldn’t take me to the hospital. And then—I heard you at the door arguing with her. And I called out your name, and she tried to kill you too. I’m so sorry…”
“Don’t be sorry. I’m glad I got there when I did.”
“How did you—why did you come to my house then? You were at work.”
“Because I talked to Dr. Chana, and she told me what they found in your system.”
“What did they find?”
“A chemical used in industrial strength cleaners. If ingested, it can make you very ill. If enough is ingested, it can kill you. Your mom was using a powder—it was tasteless, odorless. She was putting it in your food.”
“How come they never found it before?”
“I don’t know why they didn’t find it when you were younger, but last time, you hadn’t thrown up much when you first came in here and got tested. It was still in your system. Whereas the time before, you had already thrown it all up by the time they did any testing. There was nothing left of it. And this time—well, this time your mother gave you enough to kill you. She must’ve heard the message from the doctor on your phone. She even typed up a suicide note and signed your name…”
“What? I never heard the message from the doctor. I couldn’t even find my phone.”
“She was probably worried they would find something, so that’s why she took it from you. And she couldn’t have anyone knowing what she was doing, least of all you. She has Munchausen by proxy syndrome.”
“Everyone thought she was the perfect mother—taking care of her sick, crippled child. My grandmother, my aunt—they praised her all the time. Little did they know she was the one causing all of this. She did this to me. I’m the way I am because of her. And if she had killed me, I’m sure she would’ve loved all the attention she’d get from being the grieving mother who lost her child. And you, Natalie. She resented you. She feared she was gonna lose me anyway.”
“Because I could take care of you.”
“I’m not sick. I never was. She’s the sick one.”

Robbie sat at the table across from his mother. She was handcuffed, wearing an orange prison uniform. Inmates and visitors crowded up the other tables as guards stood watch.
She could barely even look at him. Seeing her now, he could clearly see how sick she was. How could he not have seen it before?
“Why are you here, Robbie?”
“Because I need to talk to you. I need you to know how horrified I am by everything you did. I’m in a wheelchair because of you. You crippled me for life. You tried to kill me when you thought I was figuring out that you were poisoning me. Lucky for you, I just became permanently disabled instead. And God, you were poisoning me. You tortured me for years, abused me. And all the while, you played the role of a sweet and caring mother! You kept me trapped with you. You made it so I couldn’t leave. The seizures? What did you do to cause the seizures, Mother?”
“Robbie, I’ve taken care of you your whole life. Think of all the things I’ve done for you.”
“No, no, no. You don’t get to play that card. You made it so you had to take care of me. You did all of this to me. I could’ve lived a normal life if it weren’t for you. You’re a sick, sick woman.”
“I know. I am sick. I never wanted to hurt you, Robbie. I’m ashamed of what I’ve done. It’s my sickness, not me. I have a disorder. I’m sorry. Please forgive me.” Tears dripped down her cheeks.
“I don’t give a fuck that you have a disorder. You know the difference between right and wrong. You chose to do what you did. You did intend to hurt me. You tried to kill me. You tried to kill Natalie! I will never forgive you for what you did.”
“I’m so sorry, Robbie. I love you,” she said, now holding her hands over her face as she sobbed.
“What about my father, Mom? He disappears not long after you pushed me off a balcony and paralyzed me. He left the country. I never heard from him again. You brainwashed me all these years to make me think he was the asshole, that he was the one who didn’t care about me. You said he couldn’t handle having a crippled kid—that he never wanted to be a father. The police are beginning to think he didn’t leave the country after all. The only communication his mother received before she died were a few typed letters. He never called her. He never called me. He never sent me birthday cards or paid child support. I thought it was because he didn’t care. But that’s not why, is it? Did you kill him? Did you kill my father? I loved him when I was little. I knew you didn’t get along with him. But he used to spend time with me and take me places. He seemed to really care about me. But what happened? Did he start to realize what you were doing to me? Did you poison him too?”
She shook her head. “I don’t wanna talk about him.”
“Did you kill my father?”
She wouldn’t answer him.
“I hope you rot in prison for the rest of your life. This is the last time I will ever visit you. I’m living with Natalie now.”
“You’re living with her?”
“Yes. We love each other.”
“And she’ll take care of you?”
“We’ll take care of each other.”

Natalie was waiting outside for him. She pulled him into an embrace and kissed him.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
“Yeah. I think she did it. I really think she killed my dad.”
“But she wouldn’t admit to it?”
“No. But God, all these years, she made me hate him. When all along, I should’ve hated her. I was devastated when my dad left. And now…”
“You’re grieving for his loss all over again—in a different way.”
“Natalie, thank you for everything—for saving me. For saving me from her. For loving me, being there for me. I hope you know I’d do anything for you. I’d die for you. I’m sorry that I put you in that situation. If she had killed you—I don’t even think I can think about that…”
“Hey, you saved me too. You’re the one who stabbed her. I was shocked you even had the strength.”
“I couldn’t let her hurt you. I love you so much.”
“I love you too. I know it’ll take time to heal from all this, but we can start anew. We can have a better life together.”
“We will have a better life together.”


Sick: Chapter Six

After dinner about a week later, he was searching his room for his phone but couldn’t find it anywhere. He had recovered in only a couple of days after his last illness, so he was feeling back to normal once again.
Giving up on the phone search for now, he returned to playing video games. It had been a long day at work, so he was grateful for the downtime. Natalie was at the hospital, but they had plans to get together the following evening.
Feeling sleepy only a few minutes later, he got into bed. And then the pain hit him again. Oh no. God, please no. It was excruciating, and it came on so quickly.
His mother then entered the room, carrying a bucket.
He motioned for her to come over. He was going to throw up. She kneeled down beside him and handed it to him.
And then he was vomiting again, and she was rubbing his back.
When he finally stopped and could open his mouth to speak, he asked, “Wasn’t the doctor supposed to call with the test results today?”
“She did call.”
“What did she say?”
“They still weren’t able to find anything. I’m so sorry, sweetie.”
The nausea returned to attack him. There was nothing left in his stomach to throw up. He was heaving, and then he was throwing up blood. Oh my God. I feel like I’m dying.
“Oh, honey, I’m so sorry.”
Something dawned on him. Even in his throes of pain, he felt the need to ask. “How—how did you know I was sick?”
“What do you mean, dear?”
“You came in here, holding a bucket. How did you know? I never called out or said anything.”
“A mother just knows these things, dear.”
He was puzzled by her answer. “Do you know where my phone is?”
“It’s up there.” She motioned to the top of his dresser.
“Why is it up there?” He never would have put it up there as he couldn’t even reach it.
She shrugged.
“Can you get it for me please?”
“No, honey. You really need to rest.”
His stomach lurched, and he was vomiting up blood again. His throat was on fire. The pain was unstoppable and vicious. It was hard to believe, but this was the worst that he had ever felt.
“Mom, I think I need to go to the hospital.”
She shook her head. “No, honey. I’ll take care of you here. They can never figure out what’s wrong with you anyway.”
“Mom, I’m throwing up blood. I really think I should go to the hospital.”
“No, you’ll be fine. Just rest, dear.”
“How did you know I was sick?”
“I told you—a mother just knows these things.”
“No. I don’t understand. How did you know?”
“Just rest, sweetie.”
A memory suddenly occurred to him. He was eight years old, standing outside on the balcony of their apartment. He could walk then.
His mother opened up the door and stepped outside. “Robbie, will you please come inside for dinner?”
“No, I don’t wanna.”
“Why not?”
“Because your food always makes me sick.”
“No, it doesn’t!”
“Yes, it does. Dad said he would bring me home a happy meal from McDonald’s.”
“You are not having McDonald’s for dinner.”
“I never get sick after I eat McDonald’s.” He then leaned over the balcony, looking down. He couldn’t wait for his dad to get home.
He felt someone pushing him, and then he was falling.
No, no, no. That didn’t really happen that way, did it? He was so sick he was starting to get delirious and create memories in his head. His mom had told him that his dad was home when he fell over the balcony.
But how did she know to bring the bucket in? How could she have possibly known he was sick?
“Mom, can you please get me my phone?”
“No, I told you. You need to rest.”
More blood came up.
“Can you please take me to the hospital?”
“No. Just try to go to sleep.”
Panicking. Frightened.
Was his mother poisoning him? What was that disorder called—Munchausen by proxy syndrome? Did she like the attention she received for having a sick child? Did she enjoy taking care of him when he was ill? Did she push him off the balcony and cripple him for life? Was she trying to kill him?
“Mom, please give me my phone!”
“No. Why do you need it so bad? Please, honey. Please get some rest.” There were tears dripping down her face.
“Did you poison me?”
“What? Why would you ever ask such a thing?” She looked horrified.
“Have you been poisoning me all these years? Are you the reason I’ve been so sick?”
“No. Oh my God. Why would you ever think that?”
“How did you know to bring in the fucking bucket?”
He was feeling weaker by the second.
“I told you—“
“No. Mothers don’t just know these things. Why won’t you get me my phone? Why won’t you take me to the hospital?”
“You need to rest. You shouldn’t be worrying about any of that. I’ll take care of you.”
“Did you push me off the balcony? Did you try to kill me and end up crippling me instead?”
“Robbie! Stop talking like this! What is wrong with you? I would never hurt you.”
“Maybe I’m not the sick one. Maybe you are.”
Feeling weaker. More pain. Throwing up nothing but blood now. He was dying.
“You’re becoming delirious, dear. Saying crazy things. I’m gonna leave you so you can rest.” She was crying.
“Please take me to the hospital. Please.” He needed to see Natalie. He didn’t want to die. “You don’t have to do this.” Why now? Why did she want him to die now?
“I can’t take you to the hospital.”
“Why? What did the doctor really say?”
“Please, Robbie. Please just go to sleep. I’m sorry. I love you.”
“Please give me my fucking phone!”
“Go to sleep, Robbie.” She then turned around and left the room.
He desperately grabbed anything he could off his nightstand. He picked up a box of graham crackers and threw them at the dresser, hoping to knock his phone off. When that didn’t work, he threw a book. Then a remote control. It finally fell to the floor. He slid himself off the bed and crawled toward it. He was so weak. It was so difficult to move. He coughed up more blood into his hand. The phone seemed so far away.
“Robbie! What are you doing?” His mother saw him crawling on the floor. When she realized he was going after his phone, she quickly retrieved it and shoved it in her pocket. “Let me get you back in bed, dear.”
“Don’t touch me!” he snapped at her when she leaned down over him. He then tried to reach for the phone out of her pocket, but she swiftly pulled away. “Please. Please just give me my phone.”
“I’m gonna put this phone somewhere else. You don’t need it right now. And then I’ll come back and help you get back into bed.”
He heard his cell phone ringing as she walked away with it.