The Hockey Star’s Remorse

Chapter 188

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The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm, golden glow across the quiet suburban streets. It was a Saturday morning, and Timothy had taken the day off work to take his mother on a long—awaited trip to the beach. It was a rare break from the demands of his job, and he had been looking forward to spending quality time with her.

He parked his car in front of her charming, pastel—colored house, the place where he had grown up, and where his mother had raised him as a single parent. The thought of those days being long gone coursed through him, and he had to force a smile as he approached the front door.

As he entered the house, the sound of classical music drifted through the air, mingling with the scent of fresh coffee. It was comforting, and Timothy knew that his mother was in her element. She had always loved music and enjoyed sipping her morning coffee while reading the newspaper, which she knew she couldn't do in the hospital.

He called out for her, his voice carrying through the cozy living room. “Mom, are you ready for our beach trip?” But there was no answer.

Timothy's smile faded as he realized that the house was unusually quiet. Her car was still in the driveway, and it wasn’t like her to sleep during the day

time.

Worry gnawed at his heart as he began to search the house, checking each room methodically. In the bedroom, her half-packed travel bag lay open on

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the bed, clothes and toiletries scattered about. It seemed she had been in the midst of preparing for their trip, but something had interrupted her.

Then he heard it a faint, muffled noise coming from the hallway. Timothy rushed out of the bedroom and followed the sound, his heart pounding with each step. The noise led him to the door of the guest bedroom, a room he rarely entered. He slowly turned the knob, fear gripping his chest.

His mother lay on the floor beside her open travel bag, her body limp and unmoving. A gasp escaped Timothy’s lips as he rushed to her side. She was pale, her breath shallow and labored.

“Mom!” Timothy cried out, his voice tinged with panic. He knelt beside her, his hands trembling as he checked for a pulse. It was faint but present, a feeble sign of life. But she was barely breathing.

Time seemed to slow as he stared at her, his mind racing. Panic gave way to determination as he remembered his CPR training, then began chest compressions. He could hear the bone-crushing rhythm in his head as he tried to breathe life back into her.

“Come on, Mom,” he muttered between breaths. “You can’t leave me. Not now.”

He continued the chest compressions, willing her to respond, to gasp for air, but she remained motionless. Fear gripped him like a vise, threatening to squeeze the air from his own lungs. He kept going, sweat beading on his forehead as he fought to save his mother’s life.

Minutes stretched into an eternity, but finally, after what felt like an eternity, her chest rose as she coughed and gasped. Relief washed over Timothy as he rolled her onto her side, ensuring her airway was clear. Her eyes fluttered open, and she blinked in confusion.

“Mom!” Timothy exclaimed, his voice quivering with a mixture of joy and concern. “Can you hear me?” Emergency calls only

She nodded weakly, her breathing still irregular. “Timothy... What... happened?”

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“We're going to get you some help, Mom,” he reassured her as he reached for his phone. He dialed 911, explaining the situation to the operator as calmly as he could manage, though his hands were still shaking.

An ambulance was dispatched, and Timothy stayed by his mother’s side, offering words of comfort and reassurance. She looked at him with gratitude in her eyes, and he couldn't help but think of the fragile balance between life and death. In an instant, their plans for a beach trip had given way to a life-threatening emergency.

When the paramedics arrived, they swiftly took over, assessing his mother’s condition and working to stabilize her. Timothy watched with bated breath as they placed an oxygen mask over her face, monitoring her vital signs.

As they prepared to transport her to the ambulance, his mother turned to him, her eyes filled with love and concern. “Go to the beach, Timothy. I'll bet

fine. Tears welled up in his eyes, but he forced a smile. ‘I'll be right there with you, Mom. | won't leave your side.”

The paramedics loaded her into the ambulance, and Timothy climbed into the back, taking her hand in his. The sirens blared to life, the wailing sound echoing through the neighborhood as they sped toward the hospital.

Timothy watched his mother’s face, willing her to be okay, praying silently for her recovery. The world outside the ambulance seemed to blur as they raced against time, and all that mattered was the frail life he held in his hand.

The hospital loomed in the distance, and the paramedics worked tirelessly to keep his mother stable. When they arrived at the emergency room, the

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medical staff took over, and Timothy was forced to step back. He watched as they rushed her into the hospital, disappearing behind the swinging

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Anxiety and fear gripped him as he waited in the sterile, fluorescent-lit waiting room. Hours passed, and it felt like an eternity. He couldn’t help but think about the fragile nature of life and how, in the blink of an eye, everything could change. His mind drifted back to his mother’s illness and her battle with it over the years. The fear that this might be the end, that he might lose her, was too much to bear.

Finally, a weary—looking doctor emerged from the double doors, which he’d grown far too familiar with that year. Timothy’s heart was in his throat as he rushed to meet the physician, his voice trembling as he asked the question that held his world in suspense.

“Is she going to be okay?”

The doctor nodded. “We were able to stabilize her, but it was a close call. Your quick actions made all the difference.”

A flood of relief washed over Timothy. “Can | see her?”

The doctor led him to his mother’s room, where she lay in a hospital bed, still pale and weak but breathing steadily. She looked up at him and smiled, her eyes filled with gratitude.

“Thank you for saving my life, Timothy,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. Tears filled his eyes as he took her hand. I’m just glad you're okay, Mom.”

As he sat by her bedside, the fragility of life weighed heavily on his mind. Just a few hours earlier, he had been planning a beach trip, thinking about

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his job, and his unresolved feelings for Evie. Now, everything had shifted, and he was faced with the reality of how quickly life could change. As he looked into her eyes, he realized that he would do anything to cherish the time he had left with her, to ensure that she knew just how much she meant

to him. The trip to the beach could wait.