Lethal

31. Comfort

Published: 06/08/2021
Word Count: 2286

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Sapphire's P.O.V

I dragged my aching feet all the way home and as soon I opened the front door I felt my serotonin drop. Reality of what happened at home hit me and I felt guilty for having a happy day whilst my Gramps was sick in hospital.

As I walked into the house I realised that I was alone, so I made my way to the kitchen for a glass of water. My attention was caught by a note on the fridge.

Hope you had a good day at school Princess, I've taken Gramps for a check up, there's money on the counter if you wanna order something or you can eat the food Grams has left you.

Love you

I picked the note up and put it in my pocket. I looked around the kitchen to see that Grams had made lasagne. But for some reason I could not bring myself to eat it because the worry of Gramps' health was starting to form a ball of anxiety in my stomach.

I took a few deep breaths and forced myself to go and get changed. I took the note out of my pocket and put it in the drawer because knowing me it would end up in the wash leading to my clothes being ruined.

I changed into my favourite Barbie PJ's and headed down. I sat on the sofa and tried to call my dad but he never picked up his phone.

I switched on the T.V and tried to distract myself but nothing seemed to help me get over the horrible feeling in my gut. Gramps' health was something which was always at the back of my mind and seeing his state this morning did nothing but create bad scenarios in my head. The inside of my cheek suffered due to my anxiety as I drew blood from biting it.

I loved my Gramps so much it hurt and seeing him suffer shatters my heart. I made my way outside because I needed fresh air, overthinking always led to me feeling suffocated. I walked over to the garden deck and sat down. The cold air biting my exposed arms.

My phone suddenly started to ring and I quickly answered it.

"Hi Dad"

"Hey Saph" My dad's tone seemed defeated and it started to scare me. I took a deep breath and stopped myself from jumping to the worst conclusions.

"How was school?" I knew my dad was avoiding talking about Gramps.

"It was ok, but how's Gramps?" My dad let out a sigh.

"Well, uh, I'll be honest with you, he collapsed when you left for school and he keeps drifting in and out of consciousness. The doctors are keeping an eye on him but it's not looking good. His medications no longer seem to be working for him and his condition seems to be heading back to where we began in the summer."

It felt as if my small world of glass was starting to crack, I felt a lump form in my throat and I struggled to swallow it as my throat was closing. I tried to say something to comfort my dad but the fear was suppressing my ability to speak. All that ran through my mind was images of how poorly Gramps was when he was first diagnosed with cancer.

"They'll be keeping him overnight and tomorrow they'll let us know what the next step is" I didn't even realise that my eyes had teared up until I felt a hot tear trail down my cold face. The fear of uncertainty was tearing away at my weak soul.

"Tell him I love him" It was the only thing I could think of, no words could comfort either of us right now. I tried my best to make sure my voice was not shaky because the last thing my dad needs right now is to comfort his crying teenage daughter.