They were going to release Lily in just a few hours and Amelia wasn't sure what she was going to do. Her house was gone. She didn't have any family she could just call to stay with while they got back on their feet. They had no where to turn to. She felt like such a failure as a mother at that moment. She had tried so hard these past six years to make sure her daughter was safe, loved, had everything she needed. But now, all of that was ruined with a house fire. She was so worried for her daughter. When she found out her mother couldn't do anything for her anymore, what would Lily think? How would she feel? It hurt to think about it. 

She looked down at her pitiful looking daughter leaned against her. She didn't have the mask on her anymore, but she still looked weak and tired. The events that happened in that fire took a toll on Lily. They took a toll on Amelia as well. She was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to curl up and fall asleep, but couldn't do so just yet. She had refused to fall asleep with Lily still unconscious and in the oxygen mask, and now she refused to go to sleep until she had this housing situation taken care of.

For some reason, in her mind, she continued to come back to the same idea. It was an idea she didn't like. She wanted to find some other option. But no other options were coming to light and Amelia was beginning to feel desperate. She had to do something and right now, this was the only thing she could do. The only chance she and her daughter had to not end up in a homeless shelter or on the street. 

Sighing she decided she would have to. It was the only thing she could do at a time like this. Gently shifting her daughter from leaning against her, she layed her on the bed and smiled softly at her, "Mommy has to go make a phone call, baby girl. Try to get some sleep, okay?"

"Okay, Momma." Lily said quiet and hugged her mother as Amelia leaned down to kiss her forehead. She stayed in the room a moment to make sure her daughter was settled in the bed, and surprisingly, within moments, the little girl was indeed asleep there in the bed. She was just as tired as Amelia had thought. She covered the little girl up, tucking her in before she moved over to the bedside table. James had written down his number and left it there for her. Now it was time for her to unfortunately use it.

She didn't have a cell phone(she couldn't afford one even before the fire) so she would have to use one of the hospital phones. Walking out into the hallway with the number in hand, she found one of the phones on the walls meant for patients and their family members use and side, taking it from the receiver. She took a few deep breaths, trying to get up enough courage to call. This was going to be harder than she thought. But she had to do this. For her daughter's sake. Carefully dialing the number, she put the phone to her ear and waited, hearing the ringing. But to her surprise, he didn't answer. Well, she didn't know why she should be surprised. He never answered her calls when she needed him most. 

When it went to voice mail, she sighed, and in a attempt to still reach him, left a voice mail, hoping maybe he just hadn't made it to the phone in time or hadn't heard it ring, "Um...hi James.....it me......Amelia." She sighed once more and continued, "Listen, you said to call if I needed anything, well I do. Our house is gone James, and.....and Lily and I don't have anyone to stay with. I was...hoping maybe we could stay with you for just a few days. Just until we can figure something out.....anyway, you know where to find us. Bye." She hung up the phone and sighed, walking back into the hospital room, sitting next to her sleeping daughter.