Hailey Moore, 18 yrs

-this story will be short and semirealistic, including some triggering kinks like ****, but built in a healthy way. The characters are made up and dont resemble anyone in real life. Hopefully you have fun fantasizing and learn some tricks along the way. These kinda fantasies play around in my own head a lot, having recently discovered im a switch and knowing i will be blind in a couple years. Please enjoy yourselves and leave suggestions, they are very welcome!

Elise_puppy <3

"Mom! Im home!" Hailey yells out as she slams the door to her appartment closed. It was only her and her mom in this small livingquarters. They had enough money for a bigger place, but because Hailey was only home during the weekends, her mom decided this place was enough, which made sure they had enough money for any luxuries or to cover any misfortunes that might come up in the future.

Hailey doesnt hear an answer and looks around the appartment, unable to find Clarissa Moore, her mom, while she is usually in the kitchen working on dinner around this time. She calls her cellphone, asks the neighbours, but only when she visits her workplace, she learns her mom didnt come to work this morning.

It is noon, saturday, the second day Hailey is hone and she is starting to become even more worried. Her mom would never leave her like this for such a long time. She retraces her previous steps of asking her neighbours, checking her phone, contacting her mother's former friends from decades ago, but nobody had heared anything. Her mom didnt have any close contacts, as she worked for 40 hours a week and spent most days doing overtime, chores at home, or innovating new recipes in the kitchen. It is after all that, when Hailey realises there is one place she hasnt looked.

"Clarrisa Moore is currently in Room 402, Intensive Care. We are sorry we couldnt contact..." The man behind the reception was explaining the situation, but Hailey already ran off through the corridors to find her mom. She passed multiple worried families, doctors hard at work, but nobody could get in the way of her. She may be small for a dutch girl, only 153cm (5'0") tall, but her look of determination made anyone step aside. 399, 400, 401, 402 BLAM! She swings open the door and rushes inside a room with 4 beds surrounded by curtains. immedietly a large Morrocan man steps up and holds her arms.

"Calm down, who are you looking for? Were you told to come here?"

Hailey is initially scared when she is grabbed like that, but quickly realises she might disturb some critical situation and tries to think with reason.

"My mom, ehm... Clarissa Moore. She should be..."

"Come with me. We just moved her out of the IC, she is stable and will be fine, mostly."

Together they rush through the hallways once more untill they arrive at the right roomnumber.

"Dont be scared when you see her, she is going to be alright, it looks way worse then it is."

Hailey was barely listening as she enters the room, this one looking a bit more decorated, clearly a room to rest with a nice view over the gardens around the hospital. There is one single bed occupied with a larger, slightly chubby woman laying under the covers, her eyes wrapped in bandages.