My Way Home Is Through You (Frerard)

Chapter 31

It wasn't long before I managed to find someone who could do CPR, I managed to drag them over to Daddy leaning up against the wall, he looked terrible and at that point he most certainly did look like a vampire. He was still pale as snow and freezing like snow too, but he had blood down his face and shirt too, completing the truely vampire-like look, it looked scary actually. In fact it was scary to think someone could be in such a state, he was sick but he looked terrible, the sort of terrible that looks good in a horror movie.

The man trying to resuscitate Daddy seemed to be trying very hard, I really appreciated that, but I didn't know quite what to do, the ambulance was still at least five minutes away. I chose to ring Auntie Hannah next, she would be able to come and help surely, then I would ring Dad, after all even if he could get a flight, it would be ages, because he had to be a the airport two hours early and then he had to get the flight too which he said was something like eight hours. In fact Auntie Hannah had been in hospital the week before, but had come out fine a few days before, she would know about hospital. It turned out here and Jaime had been in the mall and were in the food court, they were at the art shop in under two minutes.

"Kyle?" Auntie Hannah called running towards me when she saw me, I was still crying, I was scared and I was confused, I looked up at her and ran to her hugging her tightly when she held her arms out to me. "What's happened sweetie, are you okay?"

"It's Daddy." I cried pointing at Daddy up against the wall, the man having given up in trying to resuscitate him, just putting him in the recovery position.

"Holy shit!" She exclaimed running the rest of the way to where he was and crouching down next to him, "Frankie," She whispered nudging him gently, "He's out isn't he." She sighed, the CPR man and I both nodded as I walked to sit next to her.

I was about to talk, to explain what happened and ask her what I should do next, when paramedics rushed in with a stretcher and first aid bags, asking everyone except the four of us to evacuate. It seemed that the telephone lady had told them what happened and they checked they had it all correct, before taking Daddy away on the stretcher, it all flew in a blur. Only once they had taken him did a moment of fear strike me, I had nobody, Daddy was being rushed to hospital and Dad was in Paris, more importantly, what happened if Daddy wasn't okay.

Dad didn't even know anything had happened, as far as he was aware, everything was perfectly fine, he'd try to skype me later and of course I wouldn't be able to answer, because god knew what would happen. I didn't even know where they would take Daddy, what they would do with him, or what was even wrong. For all I knew he could be in a deadly position, he could be fighting for his life and I didn't know a thing, and nor did Dad. I knew for certain it would kill Dad if Daddy died annoyed at him, if he didn't get to see him before he went because he was away, he would never be happy again, he would certainly never forgive himself.

Climbing into Auntie Hannah's car, I attempted to ring Dad several times on Daddy's phone, having no luck, he was clearly busy, but I wasn't giving up, I had to tell him. I thought I needed to tell him, Auntie Hannah said I needed to tell him and the telephone lady said to tell him, therefore I had to let him know, even if he couldn't do anything about it.

By the time we got to the hospital I had left several messages and tried to call him at least fifteen times still not getting an answer, I had no idea where he was but everything was worrying me. Why everything was worrying me so much, I had no clue, I had no responsibilty, I was eight, I shouldn't have been worrying so much about everything, but I was, dear god I was and it was nasty. It was almost midday already, but we were at the hospital and in the waiting rooms, just waiting for them to let us see Daddy, giving me time to ring Dad again.

Luckily, making me almost happy, he actually picked up after a few rings sounding very unimpressed, "Twenty-three missed calls, really Frank, wha-"