Capítulo 11: Through the Storm
Lena sat in the hospital chair, her mother's frail hand still clutched in hers. Time seemed to blur in that sterile room, punctuated by the rhythmic beeping of machines. She hadn't moved in hours, her body stiff, her mind racing as she tried to process the reality of what had happened.
Her mom had always been a force of nature—a woman who had faced the world with strength and determination. Seeing her now, so small and vulnerable, was something Lena wasn't prepared for. She felt like a little girl again, lost in a sea of uncertainty.
The door creaked open, and Lena looked up to see her father standing there. His eyes were red-rimmed from lack of sleep, his face lined with worry.
"Lena," he said softly, stepping into the room. "You should go home. Get some rest."
"I can't," Lena whispered, shaking her head. "I can't leave her like this."
Her father sighed, sitting down in the chair beside her. "I know it's hard, but she's stable now. There's nothing more we can do tonight."
Lena didn't respond. She couldn't tear her eyes away from her mom's face, her chest tight with guilt and fear. How had things gotten so bad? How had she let so much time slip away without realizing how fragile life could be?
Her father placed a hand on her shoulder, his grip firm but gentle. "She wouldn't want you to wear yourself out like this. You know that."
Lena swallowed hard, her throat tight with unshed tears. "I should have been here, Dad. I should have been paying more attention."
"We all should have," he said quietly. "But what matters now is that you're here. That we're all here."
Lena nodded, but the guilt gnawed at her, an ever-present weight on her chest. She had been so caught up in her own life, in her relationship with Sophie, that she hadn't even noticed the warning signs. The missed phone calls, the times her mom had sounded off but brushed it aside. She'd been too absorbed in her own world to see that her mom was struggling.
"I'll stay a little longer," Lena said, her voice thick. "Just... until I know she's okay."
Her father gave her a small, sad smile. "Alright. But promise me you'll take care of yourself too. Your mom's a fighter, Lena. She'll pull through this."
Lena wished she could believe him, but the sight of her mom lying so still in that bed made it hard to hope. She nodded, not trusting herself to speak as her father stood and quietly left the room.
The silence that followed was deafening.
---
By the time Lena finally left the hospital, it was nearly dawn. The city was just starting to stir, the streets still slick from the night's rain. She wrapped her arms around herself, pulling her jacket tighter against the chill as she walked down the quiet streets.
Her mind was still a whirl of emotions—guilt, fear, uncertainty. She wasn't sure what to do next, how to handle the situation. Part of her wanted to curl up in bed and shut the world out, but she knew that wasn't an option. She had responsibilities, people who needed her.
And then there was Sophie.
Lena hadn't told her about her mom yet. She wasn't sure why she hadn't called—it wasn't that she didn't want to, but somehow, the words had felt too heavy. It was as if speaking them aloud would make it all too real.
As she neared her apartment building, her phone buzzed in her pocket. She pulled it out, her heart skipping a beat when she saw Sophie's name on the screen.
*Hey, where are you? I've been worried.*
Lena stared at the message for a moment, her fingers hovering over the keyboard. She didn't know how to respond, didn't know how to explain everything she was feeling.
Instead, she simply typed, *I'm on my way home. Can we talk?*
The response came almost immediately. *Of course. I'm here.*
Lena quickened her pace, her heart pounding in her chest. As much as she had tried to push Sophie away at times, she realized now how much she needed her. She needed her support, her warmth, her presence. She wasn't sure how she would get through this without her.
---
When Lena reached the apartment, Sophie was waiting for her, sitting on the couch with a worried expression on her face. As soon as she saw Lena, she stood, crossing the room to pull her into a tight embrace.
"I was so worried," Sophie murmured, her arms wrapping around Lena as if she could protect her from everything that was happening.
Lena melted into the embrace, her own arms coming up to hold Sophie tightly. For a moment, she just stood there, breathing in the familiar scent of Sophie's perfume, letting the comfort of her presence wash over her.
"I'm sorry," Lena whispered against her shoulder. "I should have called."
Sophie pulled back slightly, her hands cupping Lena's face as she searched her eyes. "What's going on? You look exhausted."
Lena's throat tightened, the weight of everything pressing down on her all at once. She swallowed hard, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's my mom. She had a stroke."
Sophie's eyes widened in shock, her hands tightening on Lena's arms. "Oh my God, Lena. I'm so sorry. Is she okay?"
"She's stable, but it's bad," Lena said, her voice breaking. "I don't know what's going to happen. I don't know what to do."
Sophie's expression softened, and she pulled Lena back into her arms, holding her close. "You don't have to go through this alone," she whispered. "I'm here, Lena. Whatever you need."
Lena closed her eyes, her body trembling as the weight of her emotions finally broke through. Tears slid down her cheeks, and she clung to Sophie as if she were the only thing keeping her from falling apart completely.
They stood like that for what felt like an eternity, wrapped in each other's arms, the silence between them filled with unspoken understanding. In that moment, Lena realized just how much she had been holding back—how much she had tried to carry on her own.
But she didn't have to. Not anymore.
"I don't know how to deal with this," Lena whispered, her voice shaking. "I don't know how to be strong."
"You don't have to be strong all the time," Sophie said softly, brushing a strand of hair from Lena's face. "It's okay to lean on someone else."
Lena nodded, her tears finally slowing as she pulled back slightly to look at Sophie. There was so much love in her eyes, so much understanding, and it made Lena's heart ache with gratitude.
"Thank you," Lena whispered, her voice filled with emotion. "For being here. For everything."
Sophie gave her a small, reassuring smile. "You don't have to thank me. I love you, Lena. We're in this together."
The words hung in the air between them, simple but powerful. Lena hadn't realized how much she needed to hear them until now.
"I love you too," Lena whispered, her voice barely audible.
Sophie leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to Lena's lips. It was a promise, a reminder that no matter what happened, they would face it together.
---
Later, as they lay in bed, the world outside their window dark and still, Lena found herself wrapped in Sophie's arms, the steady rhythm of her breathing soothing her frayed nerves.
The storm in Lena's mind had quieted, the weight on her chest lifting just enough for her to breathe again.
"I don't know what's going to happen," Lena whispered into the darkness. "But I'm scared."
Sophie's arms tightened around her, her voice soft but steady. "We'll figure it out. One day at a time."
And for the first time in what felt like forever, Lena believed her.
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