Hold Me

Chapter 23

I could feel my anxiety eating me alive. This was the first time in months that I was seeing my father. I tried to picture what he would look like based on what Mikey said. I knew he wouldn't look like himself.

"You sure you want to do this?" Mikey asked.

We were standing in the hallway, outside of my father's hospital room. Now that I was here, I felt even more anxious. I took a deep breath and nodded.

"Yeah."

He looked and me and nodded. After knocking on the door, Mike opened the door slowly. He kept his hand on my lower back, gently guiding me in. I was thankful he was with me, otherwise I don't think I would be able to do this.

The room was dark and the only sound in the room was the monitors. In front of me, laid my father. He really did look like shit.  

He looked at me, giving me a weak smile. I felt sick, but I tried to push that feeling down. Mike kept me close to him. You could feel the tension in the room between Mike and my dad. The grip Mike had on my arm was strong but not overly strong.

"Sam." My father said. His voice sounded rough.

I kept quiet. Continuing to look at the man in front of me.

He didn't act or look like the man that I knew. But it was him. It was just a sicker version of him.

"You're sober?" I asked, even though I already knew he was. I just wanted him to confirm it out loud.

"Yes. I have been for a couple of weeks."

I nodded, keeping a neutral expression.

"How have you been?" He asked.

Mike made an annoyed noise next to me.

"Fine." I said. I didn't need to tell him how I was doing. It honestly wasn't his business. 

He nodded. 

"I heard you needed a transplant." 

He nodded again.

"I'll be dead before then." He said. 

I bit my lip. 

"I'm a match."

My father's made a surprise face at me. I don't think he was expecting me to get tested, or a matter of fact, even be a match.

"Really?"

I nodded.

He stayed silent for a moment and nodded.

"I'm sorry for what I did." He said.

His apology was sort of pathetic for everything that he had put me through. I tried not to show much emotion to it. I could have gone without his apology.

I shrugged.

I was surprised that Mike was still silent. He hadn't said anything the whole time we had been here. I guess he was trying to let only my father and I talk.

"I'm willing to donate to you on one condition." I said.

My father looked at me confused. "You don't have to."

I put my finger up to silence him, which he thankfully did. I really didn't feel like arguing with him. I wanted to run out of this room, but I stayed put.

"I'll donate to you if I never have to see you again. You're not my dad anymore. You hurt me in so many ways that there is no repairing this relationship. I want to stay with Mike. I want him to adopt me."

My father looked at me shocked. I don't think he was expecting me to say all of that. Mike rubbed my arm soothingly.

"You can think about my offer. I wish you the best." I said.

I let myself out of Mike's hold, walking out of the room. My anxiety was super high, and I let myself slid to the ground outside of the door. The tears started to stream down my face. I heard a door close and soon there was a body next to me.

Mike held me close, whispering soothing words into my ear. I continued to cry until I didn't have any more tears left.

"What did he say?" I asked after I had calmed down.

"I told him that this was his best option and that he should take your offer. He agreed."

I nodded. 

"I'll donate then."

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Hi! Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Still trying to figure out how I'm going to end this book. Hope everyone has a good night/day<3