"I'm not going." I say, and lay back down. "It's a great way to get your mind off things." He says, packing our suitcase. "Our daughter is in a coma. I'm not going anywhere. JC, I need time here. I don't want my mind off things." I say. "Okay." He says, slamming his fist down on the dresser, causing a family photo to shatter to the floor. "There's no fucking need to overreact." I yell, and he walks over to me. "No need?" He whispers. "No. Fucking. Need?" He yells. "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN, NO NEED?" He screams. Kian walks in, as JC hits me. He hits my head, my chest, my back, until everything goes black. I'm not sure what happened in the time that I was knocked out, but I remember Kian yelling at him, and the taste of blood.
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"Yes. I understand. Okay, officer. Okay. Thank you. Goodbye." Kian says, hanging up. I don't think he knows I'm awake. The doctor comes in. "She's not in a coma. She's what we call "Awake and Aware."" He says. My eyes open slowly, and I nod. Kian looks at me, and he has tears in his eyes. "Your dad. He," Kian starts. "He what?" I say. "He hit JC. He came in with me, and he hit him." Kian says. "Is he okay?" I ask. "JC? Is he okay?" I sit up. Kian shakes his head. "The hit caused a spinal displacement." The doctor says. "He might never walk again."
