"Please, help her. In any way you can doctor..." She gave her mother a blank stare behind the back. Her mother was crying. She could feel the guilt flushing throughout her body. She had almost killed herself trying to save that child. Maybe she should've let that car hit him. A large sniffing noise echoed through the bedroom. "In any way you can... I'm desperate... I want my daughter to remember me. I want her to know I'm here..." It was too much for the young petite adult to handle. She fell down on the bed, curling her body with legs up against her chest. Her face buried in her hands and the sound of weeping swept through her locked up room like the chilling aura of a ghost, telling her it was time to move on... At 21 years old, you wouldn't have expected a young adult to still be living with her parents, or her mother, at least. "Why are you doing this?" Her voice muttered indirectly towards her mother, who had taken the wheel two hours ago. A pained response erupted. "You need help! You need attention and I can't provide you with what you need to recover. I'll only make it worse." The young adult bit her lip, not saying a word. When her 'mother' put it like that, it became more stressful for her. The doctor had told them to arrive near the back entrance where there would be a door leading into the hospital facilities, particularly a room that was only accessible by the doctor himself. Moving along the gravel, she crossed her arms and breathed a heavy sigh. "This is stupid... Pointless." she grumbled. "You need help!" her mother cried, then quickly rose her fist to knock on the door. Her ears pressed against the white-colored rectangle outside, hoping to hear footsteps approaching rapidly, the doctor being intent on saving her daughter, no matter their financial standings.