storm || r. hamato

Part 15

(Hi again!  This chapter is filled with medical situations and the threat of a loved one being lost, as well as suicide mentions.  I will have a summary at the end of this chapter for those who are uncomfortable with the details)

You and your father stare at Audrey, you especially take in her new features and attachments.

Your mother was intubated. A tube inside her neck was doing the breathing for her. She had an IV and multiple heart monitors attached to her body. You trail her IV line up to the IV bags. She had two saline bags and a banana bag; she must be low on electrolytes.

"How sick is she?"  You ask.  The question came out of your mouth more harsh than you intended. 

Your father sighs.  "I'm not really even sure.  They haven't come in here with answers yet."  He walks over to your mother's bed and sits down in a chair right by the bedside.  He rests his elbows on the bed and sets his head in the palms of his hands.  He rubs his face and then he looks back up to you, who was still standing in the doorway. 

"How did you find out she was ill?  Last I knew you ran away." Your sentences, yet again, come more rude than you intend. But what do you know? Maybe he left out of spite.

"She called me. She said she was in an ambulance and that's all she could tell me." Your father takes a pause in his sentences. He was thinking about his words; about what to say next. "(Y/n), I'm not sure what your mother told you, but she knew why I left. She knew my leaving wasn't forever, and that I had made a specific plan to come back and stay home."

You stand in the doorway completely stunned. You were under the impression that the marriage had gone to trash. That your father walked out with no reasoning. Why would your mother lie to you like that? "Why did you leave?"

Your father moved his jaw around and twiddled his thumbs. He seemed like he didn't know what to say. He had an answer, but you knew it wasn't going to come out.

Before even trying to get an answer from him, you walk out and get yourself a face mask. Maybe if he had a few more seconds of time to think of something to say it would help him. You come back into the room and your father looks back up to you. He fidgets in his seat, clearly uncomfortable.

"(Y/n), I'm not sure if I have an answer for you. I'm not ready to explain myself." You could tell by his demeanor that he didn't leave for a bad reason, but something bad happened along the way.

You nod. "That's alright. Take your time." Your fathers shoulders relax at the sound of your words. He was relieved that you weren't going to push on any further about the matter.

He looks to you in question though, finally noticing your face mask. "Are you sick, too?"

You nod again. "It's the flu. I'll be okay."

He smiles back at you and nods his head.

There were just moments of silence between you and your father before a nurse walks in, Dr. Krad following closely behind the beautiful nurse.