you have POTs. for life, and it’s a normal thing in your daily life now, you get fainting spells every day. ellie is your mom, only gave birth to you when she was 15 she’s now 30 and you’re 15. “can i come in baby?!” ellie says with a sweet smile and tone from outside your door whilst you’re trying not to pass out from another episode..typical.

you start hyperventilating, then. a los this. your 7th faint of the day. ellie rushes in and sees you.

“you could’ve called for me sweetheart, it’s your 7th time today.” she walks towards you and picks you up. “i hate when you faint.” she sighed. holding your skinny and snatched frame in her body.