You try to move on with your day

You sigh, getting off the ground. Well, if this is how today is going to go, you might as well roll with it. You walk downstairs, surprising your mother who was reading articles on her tablet.

"Child, what are you doing still here?! You had work at 10!" She seems concerned and a tad frustrated, her brows furrowing as she keeps direct eye contact. You shrink down a little, sighing.

"I... I honestly don't know, mom. I was on the computer this morning and something happened to me. I just woke up on the floor a few minutes ago." You rub the back of your neck, looking up at your mom who seems to be... fine?

"Oh, I see... You should go to a hospital." She replies, standing up. "Our family has a history of brain-clots, so I'm not taking any risks." Grabbing her keys, she throws on her coat and passes you yours. "Let's go, kiddo. I'd rather get there and be relieved to know you're okay than ignore this and lose you like I did your grandfather." She grabs your hand, pulling you along to the car. The entire time, your mind is racing.

Is it a brain-clot? Did you really just imagine all of that? When you get home, you decide, you are messaging X.

You look over to your mom, her eyes focused entirely on the road. She seems to notice you staring, a taut, unreadable expression coming onto her face. "It'll be okay, my baby. We don't need to worry until the doctor does." She seems to say this more to herself than you, but she reaches out and squeezes your hand.

"Thanks, mom." You say, smiling gently. "I'm glad you're here."

Her taut expression softens, a smile forming. "I'm glad I have you in my life." She glances towards her GPS, nodding towards it. "We should be about ten minutes."