Bag rustling

I heard a plastic bag rustle, and knew what it meant. In the washroom I found mum, and my heart sunk again...

I patted mum's back, I could feel her spine. It was such a terrible feeling, the feel of her spine through her clothes. Is this my mother still, this thin body of skin and bones? For how much longer still...?

"You can't keep on vomiting like this..." my voice wavered, "Please let's go to ER..."

Five times today... Just bile liquid, and bits of black things. Could it be lumps of blood, as I saw online when i googled "brown vomit"? I could not contain my tears, and had to wipe them. At that moment mum saw me cry for the first time in the past two months or so....

We have to return to hospital again... It's getting deadly serious...