blondexhurricane:

teddyaltmcn:

“What makes you think you didn’t,
honey?”   Teddy  asked,  instantly
concerned.  Dropping  her  charts,
she  made  her way over to where
her daughter  was sat, taking hold
of her hand.

“I don’t want to bother you when you’ve already
got your own stuff going on. I’m sure I’ll be all
right again in a day or so anyway.” People had
problems that were far worse than her own, so
in typical Delia fashion, she pushed hers down
to be dealt with at a later date.

                “You should probably get back to work. I didn’t mean to take
                you away from your patients.” Her lips formed a sad attempt
                attempt at a smile as she stood up from the couch. “Thanks
                for listening, though, even if I didn’t really have all that much
                to say right now.”

“It’s never a bother,” Teddy said  gently,
her wide eyes oblivious and  searching.
“And  don’t  you  e v e r  think  that  it is.
When there’s something wrong,  I want
to  know,  okay?  You’ve  got  to let me
know so that I can help you — I’m your
mom; it’s my j o b  to worry about you,
sweetheart.”

              Catching  hold of her daughter’s hand as
              Delia stood to leave, Teddy gazed at her
              imploringly:  “Tell me if there’s any way
              I  can  fix  this,   an d  I  s w e a r  I   will.”