Like Father, Like Daughter (A Patrick Stump Fanfic)

Chapter 1

(Kristina's POV)

I slowly open my eyes, but I have to squint to see anything because everything is so white.

I don't know where I am. I don't remember falling asleep or laying down for that matter. I look around, and I notice Uncle Pete sitting down on the foot of the bed I'm apparently laying down in. I also happen to see my hand with an IV in it. Apparently, I'm in a hospital, but I'm not really sure why. Uncle Joe and Uncle Andy are leaning against the wall in front of me. They are all talking to someone, but I haven't heard the other person reply yet. When they do, I realize it's Mama. Her voice is right beside me, but I can't seem to turn my head. My mom is here!

I try to say, "Mama!" Out of excitement, but all that comes out is a soft, grunting sound.

All eyes dart to me and smiles engulf their faces.

"She's awake!" Uncle Pete cheers and falls onto me in a hug. I'm not going to lie, it kind of hurt, but I gently hug him back.

"My baby!" Mom exclaims, starting to cry. She stands up from the chair she was apparently sitting in and hugs me and Uncle Pete and kisses my cheek. I've missed Mama.

However, having two bodies hugging me tightly was really starting to hurt. I tried to say, "Um, guys," but my voice wouldn't let me. It just kind of rattled again. Dang it, why can't I talk?

They must have known what I was wanting because they get off of me.

"I'm so happy you're awake, baby girl," Mom says, rubbing my hair. I give her a small smile, but I can't turn my head very far for some reason.

"How are you feeling?" Uncle Joe asks.

I don't feel all that great, and I want to tell him, but as soon as I open my mouth, not to my surprise, no words come out. This is getting very annoying. I want to talk.

"Here, why don't we get you a drink of water," Uncle Andy says. He walks over to the side of my bed, and I try to sit myself up. It wasn't the easiest thing to do, but I managed. He hands me a big jug of ice water, and he keeps one hand on the jug and one hand on my upper back to help me sit up. I realize he's touching bare skin. Then, it hits me that I'm wearing a hospital gown. I hate these things.

I take a big long drink of water. I didn't realize how parched I was. After drinking, I clear my throat and say, "Thank you." I guess that was all I needed to talk. My voice it still a little scratchy, but that will go away really soon.

"So, how are you feeling?" Uncle Joe asks again.

"I'm a little sore, and I can't turn my head," I say, clearing my throat.

"Oh, that's because of this brace they put on you to help you sleep better. You've been asleep for two days, sweetie," Mama says, removing the brace.

My eyes widen. "What happened?" I ask, clearing my throat again. It's slowly returning to normal with every clearing.

"Well, you and your father got into an argument. We were on a very curvy road, and the argument was very distracting. Pete was driving, and he didn't turn when he needed to, so he went straight, and we rolled down a small hill," Uncle Andy says.

I look over at Uncle Pete, and his expression is full of heartbreak.

"I didn't mean to. This is all my fault," he says, starting to break down in tears.

While Mom and the other guys start to comfort me, everything that happened on Saturday morning all starts coming back to me. The fight, my dad, his threats of disownment, the baby, oh my goodness, the baby! Is it okay? Does Mom know about it yet?