C12 He is very fine without us

I sat on the couch at the hospital reception, calculating what to do to take my mother out of here.

"Oh no, what will I do?" I am talking to no other person but myself.

"What seems to be the problem you have these days?" I heard Clara's voice. I raised my eyebrows to see her standing in front of me. She was illuminating my eyes with light.

I didn’t know how to tell her this