Coincidence (A Synacky)

*Michelle P.O.V.*
"AUNT MICHELLE!"
I sighed, remembering the millions of reasons why I didn't want any children when I heard River screaming for my attention yet again.
"WHAT?!" I yelled in response, frustrated.
"C'mere!!!!"
I sighed again and walked over to the brat's location in the kitchen. I bent down to his level and looked at him. "What is it?"
He held up his finger. "I cut myself."
I tilted my head to the side, looking at the cut bleeding profusely. "How?"
He pointed at the floor at his feet. "There was glass on the floor. I tried helping you and cleaning the mess by myself, but I hurt myself." He sniffled and frowned, cradling his hurt hand. "It hurts a lot, help me."
I frowned sympathetically, got up, and looked for a bandaid.
After taking care of the injury, I sent him off to watch tv as I stared at the glass on the floor.
"Damn it Michelle, stop breaking shit." I muttered to myself as I cleaned up the mess I had made.
I really need anger management.
I looked behind me at the table. More specifically, the white box sitting on it.
I debated with myself whether or not I should mail it right now, or wait until Valary picked up her damn child. I decided on the latter, getting out another glass and pouring myself some more wine.

-Three hours later-
I opened the door, revealing a teary-eyed Valary. "Hey Val."
She said nothing, but just walked in and sat on the couch.
I sat beside her and put a hand on her shoulder. "How is he?"
At this, she looked right at me.
"They don't know if they can save him."
I frowned, pulling her in for a tight hug as she sobbed into my shoulder. River came running into the room.
"Mom, where's Daddy?"
Val pulled away from me and picked up her son. "He's fine, bud. He's just sleeping at the hospital tonight. He's really sick."
"I wanna see him."
"You can't buddy, not yet. We'll see him tomorrow, together. Don't worry."
She stood, taking River with her as she made her way to the door. "I'll call you later, Chelle."
I nodded, watching her leave. Once her car pulled out of the driveway, I quickly pulled on a jacket and grabbed the box on the table, running to my car.

Notes

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Sorry if this chapter sucks. I'm really tired and pissed off and stuff.
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