I don't want to die

At 02.30am, you would hope to be fast asleep. However, the other night I was roused from my slumber to find my mother hovering over me.

'Wake up, I don't feel right'

I instructed her to return to her bedroom where I would follow her in and check her over. From one look at her I could tell that she was not compromised in any way. She was nice and pink and was not short of breath or suffering from chest pain. After asking some more questions she revealed that she had indeed had chest pain but two hours previous to waking me up.

'I'm going to die aren't I?'

I was truly lost for words, unable to put on that calm and cool exterior I have managed to perfect at work, instead I just opted for the tactile approach and hugged her tight. Rocking her gently as she let the tears flow for the possibility of not seeing another birthday.

'Your not going to die mum, I won't let you'

I don't think I could bear losing my mother. I'd lose myself.