My Part-Time Job

MP-TJ. #47. The Part One

This is more like of a teaser chapter. So, yes, it would be a cliffhanger and yes, it's somewhat short. This is only just the part one. I'll upload the part two once my final defense- which is two days from now- is over.

Until then, enjoy! (Sorry for the typos.)

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Lance's POV

Three weeks later.

"Kathy baby, you need to eat. C'mon." I hopefully smiled at her while lifting the spoon at her mouth.

My smile instantly faded when I saw her shook her head.

"Kathy, c'mon. You need to eat." I said.

But she just lay down and turned around. Her back facing me.

I sighed as I ran a hand through my hair.

She's been doing this the moment she woke up, its not only her thats dying, its also me.

She refuses to eat, to talk, even to smile or to just do anything.

I miss the bubbly Kathy.

I miss my baby princess.

What happened traumatized her so much.

I don't know what to do.

I'm all alone now...

A tear escaped from my eye as I shook my head.

My daughter needs me so much right now.

I stood up, placed the tray on the bedside table and kissed my daughters forhead.

I know she's awake.

"Princess, say something please. You've been extremely quiet the moment you woke up. Your making daddy sad." I calmly said.

I heard her took a deep breath and sat up.

She turned around to face me.

"Why Dwad? Why me? Why mwommy?" She said, her voice slightly cracking.

I gugged her and placed her tiny head on my chest.

"There are just some people who aren't that lucky, baby. Sh-- Accidents happen." I mentally slap myself.

I was about to cuss infront of my daughter!

"B-B-But why doesh he have cho chake away--" she suddenly stopped as she broke into tears.

I kissed her head.

"Sshhh, princess. Everything is gonna be alright." I promised her.

"No, itch's not! Ich's never gonna be back. Gone dwaddy! Gone!" She sobbed and I held her tighter.

I whispered sweet things to her ear to calm her down.

I rocked her back and forth and soon enough, her sobs were minimized.

It stopped.

And when I looked down, I see why.

She was fast asleep.

I gently lay her down onto the hospital bed.

We've been staying here for three weeks. The doctor refuses to let Kathy go home because her current state is worsening. The single thing that's feeding her right now is the dextrose that is attached on her left hand.

I wanted to go home, maybe that way, Kath could smile again.

I would do anything to make Kathy smile again.