MIKA

Of Course

--Mika's POV--

My head is pounding. My arms hurt like hell. My ribs hurt. My legs hurt.

"Why won't he wake up?" I hear Nick cry.

I then feel someone grab my hand. It's Andy. I know his touch.

"Paloma, just take Nick home," Andy sighs.

"No!" Nick shouts.

"D-don't yell..." I force out of my mouth.

The room falls silent. Andy grips my hand tighter.

"Dad!" Nick then shouts.

"What did I just sa-you called me dad..." I reply as I force my eyes open quickly.

I regret it instantly as my head starts to hurt even more. I yank my hand from Andy's tight grip and grab my head. Fuck.

"I'm sorry dad. I'm so sorry," Nick cries as he buries his head into my chest.

I wince in pain, but wrap my arms around him. I soon realize that my right arm is wrapped up tightly in bandages and my left arm is in a cast. I glance down at my right leg, also in a cast. I drop my head back down onto the pillow.

"Fuck," I mumble.

"What's wrong?" Andy asks as Nick stays attached to me.

"It hurts."

"What does?" Andy dares to ask.

I glare at him like 'really?' "Everything?" I snap.

Paloma peels Nick off of me. Nick doesn't take his eyes off of me.

"Come back," I tell Nick. He slowly approaches and I grab his hand. "I love you Nick. I'm sorry for what I did to you."

"It's okay. I've been over it. I was just stubborn. Well I am," Nick finally laughs.

"That you are," I chuckle.

"I love you dad," he tells me with a smile. A non-forced smile.

"I love you. Go home and relax. I'll be home before you know it."

"Promise?"

"Of course," I assure him.