A Smile Worth Living (Danisnotonfire X Reader)

7

I arrive at the hospital in ten minutes and text my mom. She texts me the room number and head up to the room. I knock on the door and the door opens to a woman who had red puffy eyes from crying and ginger hair that curls to her shoulders. It's my mom. She opens the door a little wider and gives me a hug. I start to cry because I can see a man laying in the hospital bed with an IV in his arm and a broken leg. It was my dad. He had curly brown hair that covered one eye. I pulled away from mom and walked over to dad. I sat in the chair that was right next to his bed and grabbed his hand. The tears started to flow harder and faster, blurring my vision. I could here the sniffling of my mother right behind me. She put her hand on my shoulder and squeezed tightly.
I sat there for half an hour when I heard a knock on the door. My mom went over and answered it. I heard muffled voices then footsteps coming closer. Three pairs. I look up to see Dan and Phil behind my crying mother. I didn't want them to see me like this, but I couldn't help that for now. I remember the bag that I brought and picked it up. Inside I had two gifts. One for mom and one for dad. I pulled out a ceramic flower and handed it to my mom. The next thing I pulled out was a book. It had an old, worn cover with no title. It was a book that my grandmother, the one that lives here, wrote in when she started getting alhimers so we could know her childhood. I set it down on the table next to my dad's bed. I found it in her old home the day I got to Florida for Vidcon.
I heave a big sigh and get up. I grab my bag and pull out my phone.
"Mom. Where does my grandmother stay?" My mom looked at me sadly then told me. I pulled up my map on my phone and typed in the adress. 20 minutes from here by car.
"Sweety. Remember, she has never met you. She has only seen pictures of you. She might not remember you." My mom said, a sad look in her eyes.
"I know." I head out the door and go hail a cab.

20 minutes later I arrive at the nursery home. I stand outside looking at the front of the dull building for a few minutes before heading inside. When I walked in I headed into the office and signed in and got the room that my grandmother was staying in. She is 95 years old and has alhimers. She never met me, but she met my mother. Every one, even my mom, says that I look like a younger version than her, except for my brown, curly hair. I found her room and knocked on the door. I hear shuffling then the door cracks open
"Come in." I hear an old woman rasp out. I hear more shuffling and open the door wider. Inside is a desk with a computer, a bed, and a closet. I look at the old woman and see the gray hair and blue eyes that I know very well from pictures.
"Hello." I say.
"Beccy!" She yells. She wobbles over to me and wraps me in a tight hug. I start to cry, little tears rolling down my cheeks. Beccy is my mom's name.
"How are you?" I ask.
"I'm fine, sweety. I'm so glad you got to come visit your dear ol' mum." She said with a wide grin on her face. She has been living in London for a few years and she already has an accent. We talk a bit more before I have leave. It breaks my heart to leave her and see her pout when I do, but I need to go. I don't want to break down in front of her. I don't care if she thought I was my mother, it warms my heart to know that she remembers.