Amelia turned slightly when she saw James peek his head into the room and speak to the two of them. Amelia just nodded when he said he was going to leave, while little Lily gave a weak smile before curling up against where her mother sat on the edge of the bed. She could already see it was going to be a long night. When Lily was sick it always was. With Lily having bad asthma, she was more likely to have an attack when sick, which worried Amelia more then the fact the girl was sick in the first place. When he left, she sat there, gently stroking her daughter's brown hair and humming softly to her until she was asleep and resting. This comforted Amelia a little bit. At least she couldn't feel bad in that dream land of hers. She smiled softly and leaned down, kissing her daughter's forehead before she stood and turned on the nightlight, walking out of the room. 

She got a shower and got ready for bed, checking on Lily once more before heading off to her own room. The little girl was fast asleep. Good. Maybe she was sleep this sickness off. She usually did. Lily was a sickly child, she always had been. Amelia was used to taking care of her so carefully now t was second nature to her. She layed down in her bed and sighed, curling up into a ball as she layed there, thinking about everything that had happened so far today. It was so hard to believe this could happen so suddenly. If someone had told her James would be back in her life just the day before, she would have laughed in their face. James had suddenly burst himself into her life and for now he was stuck there. She wasn't sure how this would end, but she hoped it wouldn't be in any way similar to what happened six years ago. Slowly she drifted off to sleep, these worried thoughts in her head. 

Smoke? Was she really smelling smoke? But....why? Surely she was dreaming this. Only, when it got so thick that she woke with a cough, she realized this was no dream. She sat up in a panic, looking around wide eyed. Smoke was floating in through her open bedroom door and her first thought of horror was something happened to her daughter. Jumping out of bed, she rushed out of the room, looking around wildly, "LILY?! LILLIAN?!" She screamed, dashing to toward the girl's room, fear striking her heart when she saw the flames were coming from the little girl's room, "NO! LILY!" She dashed forward, ignoring the pain of fire burning her arms as she attempted to shield her face from the bouncing flames. that came from the door way. Standing on her tip toes, to see over the flames, she looked to her daughter's bed, to see it empty, the covers pulled away. Confusion and fear still sweeping over her, she continued to call the child's name as the deadly flames seeped through the house, spreading quickly.

It was after she checked through all the upstairs rooms that she moved toward the stairs, where the fire was spreading down and saw at the bottom, where the flames almost were, was her daughter, laying on the floor at the foot of the stairs, unconscious. She moved toward the stairs, only to realize she couldn't go down them with the flames on them. Still in a panic, she looked down to the bottom from the top of the stairs. If she could jump and land on something soft on the bottom, she could make it and go safely to her daughter. A determined look on her face, she climbed up on the railing and seeing the couch down below, jumped. She landed on the couch with a pain filled grunt. It had hurt like hell, but at least she was till conscious and though her body was sore, she could still move. Whether it be the fact she hadn't hurt something or the drive to save her daughter, she wasn't quite sure yet. 

Running over to the bottom of the stairs, the fire just a foot or two from her daughter, she scooped her up into her arms, making a dash for the door. Within seconds of making it outside, coughing up smoke, the fire trucks, police and ambulance arrived. Apparently a neighbor had seen the flames and smoke and had called. The fire men went to put out the fire, but Amelia knew watching as she and her daughter were drove away in the ambulance, it was no use. Everything the to of them had was gone. 

Upon getting to the hospital, they had Lily hooked up to an oxygen mask. Apparently, she had woken up to the flames and smoke, and went to try and get Amelia, only to have the smoke block her sight, causing her to trip down the stairs. The fall, mixed with the smoke triggering an asthma attack, had caused the girl to go unconscious, and while she hadn't woken up yet, they said she would in a half hour or so. Amelia apparently had received a spranged ankle from her jump to get to her daughter. Lovely. She would be on crutches for the next week or two. Both of them looked a mess. Their pajamas they wore were ruined, blacked with soot and, in some parts on Amelia's, burned. Soot also littered both of their skin and Amelia's burns on her arms had been doctored and wrapped up in bandages. 

This was a horrible way to end a already horrible day. Sitting in a chair beside her daughter's bed, watching her sleep with that gas mask on the fragile girl's face, she sighed. What would they do now? She had no where to go. At this point, she and her daughter were homeless. How would they even pay for this doctor's visit? She had no idea. And as if to remind her of her misfortune, on the tv in the hospital room, it showed the news. And on the news was no other than her burning home, the news reporter speaking about what had happened. 

She felt so close to her breaking point. She rested her arms on the bed and one hand over her mouth as a few tears escaped her eyes, her hand muffling the sobs that escaped. She felt so helpless. So worried she would loose her daughter ow that she definitely couldn't take care of her anymore. So alone in this mess. So much like how she had those six years ago when she first found herself pregnant. So unsure of what laid ahead for her. So alone. So scared of what would undoubtedly happen when child services heard about this. She just knew she would loose her baby girl over this now that she couldn't support her anymore and that tore her up more than anything else in the world.