"What am I supposed to do without him, what if he never wakes up?" Taylor sobbed into her hands, shying away from her mom's touch and instead leaning into yours. She didn't want her mom. Her mom never comforted or saved her from everything. That was Tyler's job. And it was her's to keep him safe. And she'd failed. Miserably. Now her twin was in the hospital in the real world, and in the Phantom Realm, he was dead off a cliff somewhere!

And she was stuck knowing she might never be able to save him. Taylor didn't know if she could handle caring for their mother alone. The woman had lost her mind after their dad died, still not able to accept that he was gone, she was always asking where he was and then going into a panic when she remembered he was dead.

"This isn't fair," Taylor looked up at you weakly, "What am I supposed to do?" She shook her head and rubbed her face. If Tyler didn't wake up she'd try to sleep over at your place for the night, right now she was so pissed with her mom, and with adults in general, that she didn't really care if the woman struggled without her.

She was a grown ass adult, she could take care of herself. "He's going to wake up right?"