𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟷𝟻

KANE

JANUARY 16th, 2018

SETTING THE BAG down, I clear my throat, taking a seat next to the bed, rubbing my knees hands against my knees. Fuck.

I'm so nervous. I can't do this. Fuck. What do I say? What do I do?

My lips fall into a sad smile, pain filing me to seemy dad lie there with a pale face, barely conscious. His once peach, cream, face is now yellow and pale. So empty. So dead.

His black hair, like mine, no longer exists and now is just bald. Dark circles around his eyes. Tubes invading his nostrils. It's horrible.

The heart monitor beeps steadily beside him, chest rising and falling slowly.

I hate seeing him like this. My dad is in so much pain, dying, and I can't do anything but watch.

"Kane?" He mumbles tiredly, a wrinkled hand raising slightly. I quickly move forward, wrapping my hands in his and smiling at him, "Yeah dad, it's me."

He smiles, eyes hooded and dead, hands shaking in mine, wheezing, he manages to say, "I missed you."

"I missed you too, dad." So much.

As a child, I hardly spent time with him due to his work but when he fell sick, he pushed that all away and put all his attention on me, attempting to make up for lost time.

I was angry at first. I made his life harder for him because all I felt was anger. Why did he want to be a father now? Not when he was alive and well. I regret how I treated him then. I threw my chances away and now I have to just watch him slowly die.

"How are you dad?" Trying to not grimace at my words, I help him sit up, change the bed settings and fluffing his pillow, quietly moving the bed table in front of him.

"Like I'm going die any second." He laughs at his own joke, coughing mid way, but the smile is rests on his face. I narrow my eyes at him, shaking my head at him.

Izzy and him love his jokes. I swear he says it just to piss me off.

"Shut up," I grumble, taking out the tacos, "I got you some tacos." He smiles, "Thank you, Kane."

Holding it in front of his mouth, I watch him take a small bite, staring as he takes his time to chew it, eyes fluttering at the taste.

"Hospital food taste like shit."

I snort, laughing at his words. He shakes his head, and wipes his mouth saying, "I'm being serious! It takes like as-"

"Dad!" I laugh, "I get it. You don't like hospital food." He nods, agreeing with my words and leaning forwards for another bite.

"I missed this." I admit, taking a bite off my own.

When my dad first fell sick, he was on bed rest at home and I didn't know how to cook, so when the nurse went home, I use to snuggle next to him, switched a movie on and ate tacos with him.

"What?" He snorts, amusement dancing in his grey eyes, "You feeding me like you're my bitch?"

I choke on my bite, glaring at the laughing man while I smack a hand against my chest, waiting for me to regain my composure. This man. Fucking hell.

"Fucking hell," I mutter, swiping a hand against my mouth, "No wonder the other patients can't deal with you."

"They have no sense of humor," He rolls his eyes as if it's crazy, "I got told off by the nurse before."