Melissa really wished there were something that she could do to make everything easier for Scott. He hadn't had the life that she'd intended for him when she'd gotten pregnant, not by any means. She had intended for the family live, and that had gone wrong. She'd intended to have a healthy child, and that had gone a little sideways with his asthma. She'd intended on a lot of things that had gone the opposite way. She really did try to roll with the punches, but sometimes she didn't do as well as she'd like.
She knew that everything she did affected her son. She was aware of that. She always kept him in mind. And he was still going through something that, in her opinion, no kid deserved to go through.
It was incredibly difficult to be a parent with a damn near complete inability to protect your child. It definitely didn't feel great. But that was the simple fact of the matter. She couldn't protect him from this, or a lot of other things. And despite knowing Scott was strong, she wished that were different, still. "Guess that's better than nothing." She told him, a bit jokingly. She knew it was the truth, but it didn't make it feel totally better.
Melissa squeezed her son a little bit. "It's probably hard to believe this right now, but it'll be okay. You'll be okay." She didn't know if that was what he needed to hear, but Melissa knew, with every fiber of her being, that it was the truth. He was her son and he was strong. She was going to do whatever it took to help too.