Luke walked into a standard hospital room, white walls with a random painting hanging. This one had a picture of a boat floating on the Florida coastline at sunset. There was a little chair and table in a corner underneath the monitors attached to the wall, and Luke saw a little tv hanging on the wall across from the single bed in the room.
The man on the bed hardly looked like someone Luke recognized. His face was vaguely distinguishable, but it was sunken in, his cheeks weren't round like Luke remembered from his childhood. Still, the smile was familiar and the brown eyes shining with tears were all he needed to break down himself.
"Daddy,"
"Lukey," Andrew sniffled, opening his arms, waiting for his son to embrace him at long last. Through his tears, Luke made his way over and sat on the edge of the bed, leaning over. Andrew held him tight, pulling him down to meet him closer. Luke was nervous he was going to crush his dad's thin frame, but the strength Andrew used to hold him there made Luke feel so much better. He choked out a sob. His dad wasn't that feeble if he could still squeeze the breath out of him.
When Luke was a small kid, he would always beg his father to carry him when they were walking around. Of course, Andrew could never deny his son anything and would pick him up, holding him so tight, forcing breathless giggles from Luke as he struggled to take another breath.
The fact that he could still hold Luke as tight relieved him. For the first time since he stepped on the plane in New York, he felt like he could breathe.
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