London has a Price (On Hold)

At the hospital part 2

And I started sobbing violently again. "Its ok Zen, my dog died when I was 5" what an stupid example "Rose, you don't understand. Your family is complete. And I don't fucking care about your fucking dead pup!" I should stop swearing but its difficult when my father has no clue of who am I and my mother is dead. Rossie gazed sadly at me while my grandma was crying at the other side of the room. "Rosie, I'm sorry." I said. She looked at me with concern on her face. "I forgive you. You're under a lot of pressure. I understand and I will always, ALWAYS be your friend no matters what you say." she said with a warm smile. "Really?" well somentimes people lie "Always" she said with a pinky promise "Am I acting like a child" I said chuckling "Just a Little" she said laughing too. "Grannie," I said, I totaly forgot she was there. You know when I'm with my bf I disconect of the whole world. We have a kind of bromance but with girls. She is the Louis from my Harry. "I missed you Zen" she said while walking slowly towards my bed. "I missed you too" I said hugging her "How's grandpa" yes, my beloved grandpa is stil alive. He is the owner of a cornfield. "Very well, he'd like to come with me but he is busy with he corn." busy as always "Give him a hug from me and tell him that I love him" I said with a forced smile. The doctor entered again and walked towards us. "Sorry, the visits hour its over" Rosie and grannie looked sadly at me "Bye Zen, good luck" I checked my clock but its 12:37 "Doctor," he looked at me and I noticed he had a folder where he was writing something "Yes Ms. Robinson" he looked at me like nothing happened "Why did you told them to leave if its not 1:00 yet. "Ok, you told me you wanted to see your father. Right?" i simply nodded my head I'm very stressed right now to talk. "Mr. Robinson, please come in." I really expect the worse of him, i mean his injuries. Dad emerged from the door   being helped by a tall nurse with brown eyes and long ash blonde hair who wore glasses. My father examined me from head to toes before saying any word. "Who is she?" he said coldly. The nice nurse helped him to sit down. He had a broken arm and small cuts everywhere, I asume that they are beacause of the broken glass. "Mr. Robinson this is your daughter, Zena" he gazed at her misteriusly. "I don't want a daughter" his words left me in shock, after all we have gone through. But yes he doesn't remembers me. "Dad, please. At least try," I said on the verge of tears. "No, and even if I could, I would not! You are disgusting and I don't want a daughter" He shouted. "Now nurse, take me to my room!" he ordered while standing up from his seat. After they went out of the room the doctor took the Word and said "They should take out the tv from his room." Obviously trying to confort me. "Look, now that his memory is almost in blank he absorbs mostly everything. Pobably he saw something on tv  like CSI and he ended like this. all I could answer was "oh," I miss my dad so much. Where is that sweet man I met so long ago who raised me. I miss him