I was at home, on the couch of my apartment. My roomate had overtime today so I was home alone. While I was watching shows and getting homework done, my mother called. I picked up thinking she was checking up on me. She sounded frantic and was barely getting her words out. "Your grandpa's in the hospital, they say he doesn't have much time." She said holding back tears. I couldn't process those cursed words. I dropped my phone and put on my coat and shoes. Running to the car as fast as I could. I drove to the hospital he was in, breaking the speed limit the whole drive. When I got into the building's front desk the lady asked me who I was here for. I told her my grandpa's name, and she looked at me with pity in her eyes. "Room 201, I'm so...