Before she lets the curtain fall , I see half a dozen beds in a long arc , some tented , all flanked by machines . Mom scrapes her chair up beside me . She clearly wants to take my hand , but both are already taken -- one by the IV , the other by a sling . " You 're in the hospital , " says Mom .

Question: Why is the mom in the hospital ?
Answer: They are there to get an IV .They are there to see their son .They are there to get treatment .None of the above choices .