Save Her

Chapter Two: The Hospital.

Dad's POV: I waited for the doctor to tell me that she's okay. She has to be okay, I can't lose both her and her mother.

I paced the floor, I couldn't sit still. I needed to know that my daughter was okay. Just as I sat down and tried to focus the doctor came out.

"Mr. Brown?" The doctor called. I stood up quickly.

"Is she okay?" I rushed to question the doctor, worry filling my voice.

"She is just fine." The doctor explained.

"We are just waiting for her to wake up. The cuts on her wrist were deep and she has lost a lot of blood" he explained. He then took me to the room she was in.

As I saw her hooked up to the oxygen tank and fluids running through an IV needle, I wanted to break. I hated seeing my family like this, especially my daughter.

I sat in a chair that I had pulled up beside her bed and waited for her to awake.

An hour went by and she finally woke up. It had felt like it was the longest hour of my life.

"Dad?" She spoke, terror in her soft voice. She looked hurt, I could tell she missed her mother, and I did too.

"Im right here" I spoke out as I grabbed her hand softly. I brought her hand closer to me running my thumb over her knuckles.

I placed a soft kiss on her hand and explained that everything was okay. Just as I was speaking a boy from her school walked in.

"Sir?" The boy spoke. I looked at him with a questioning look.

"May I talk to amber?" He questioned. I nodded and stood up. I left the room and left the two of them alone.

Amber's POV: dad had left the room and the boy came up to me. My vision was still blurry and I couldn't make out who it was.

"Amber." The boy spoke, worry in his voice. That's when I realized who the boy was. It's Ezra.

What was Ezra doing here? Was he here to make fun of me for hurting myself?

"Are you okay? How are you feeling?" He spoke. He gently grabbed my hand and held it.

"I think I'm okay." I said, feeling warmth rush through my body at his touch.

His hand was shaky and I could tell that he was worried.

"What are you doing here?" I asked in a soft voice.

"I came to make sure you were okay. I was worried." Ezra exclaimed. I felt a smile form on my face as we talked.

We both talked and laughed for at least an hour or so before he had to leave. His mom was calling for him to go home.

Dad came back in with the doctor. Dad had sat beside me and held my hand once again.

"We're going to get you more stable and you can go home in an hour or two." The doctor explained.

"Okay, thank you." I said, thanking the doctor. I layed back onto the bed and let the doctor do his work.

Another hour went by, it was now midnight. I was extremely tired but this bed was uncomfortable.

"Alright, you're good to go" the doctor spoke as he finished his examination and checked my vitals.

I then sat up carefully, wincing in pain as I put pressure on my left arm. Dad quickly rushed to help me out of the bed.

I went to the bathroom and got my normal clothes on then went back to dad.

Dad had gotten his car while I was sleeping, and thank God he did because it was the middle of winter and I was freezing.

"What time is it dad?" I asked with clenched teeth and shivering from the cold air.

"It's almost one in the morning." He said almost bluntly towards me, probably not meaning to.

I remained quiet as I got into the car. I couldn't wait to get home and into my warm bed.

Dad went quiet as he drove us home, I wondered what he was thinking about.

Is he okay? What is he thinking of?

So many things were racing through my mind again, then I thought about mom.

Maybe he misses her. Maybe she's what he's thinking of.

I wanted to break into tears but I held myself together, not just for myself, but for dad's sake.

I didn't want to worry dad again so I just sat there quiet on the ride home.

Once we got home I quickly went to the front door. My mind thought mom was going to be waiting there with open arms.

I held the door handle for a moment, remembering the absence of my mother.

I don't like this feeling, I just want to see her again. It was all racing through my mind.

I tried fighting the thoughts but I just couldn't. I opened the door and went to my room, leaving the door open for dad.

I locked my door behind me and removed my cold, damp clothing from my frozen body.

I then put on warm pajamas and got into bed. I put my TV on and played some music that mom and I would listen to together.

'It isn't the same without mom' I thought to myself.

Suddenly I felt a wave of calmness wash over my body, it felt like mom was there but it just made me miss her more.

"Mom, I miss you. It's hard without you here." I exclaimed quietly, staring up at the ceiling talking to nothing in particular.

I deeply wanted to hug mom goodnight like I always did and tell her that I love her. I also wanted dad back.

I know dad isn't gone, but ever since mom died, he's gotten distant. I know he misses her, but I'm his daughter. Can't he pay attention to me while he misses her, or is that too hard for him?