“Jordie what do you want me to do? This is what we’re here for and I wouldn’t want you to wreck our furniture at home either. You should’ve brought your own stuff. I asked you several times at home if you were all packed…what do you you think I meant? I’m sorry but this is nothing to be embarrassed about. Really. Margaret or the doctor or any of the medical staff aren’t going to be talking to or telling anyone you know about your condition – in fact, you probably will never see them or hear from them again. They’re professionals and they will deal with this professionally.”
Tears started welling up in Jordan’s eyes as it became clear that her Mom wouldn’t save her. She sat on the edge of the bed awaiting her fate.