Adopted

Day FOUR - Part I

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Tara's POV~~

I was standing impatiently in front of the doors to Peter's room. The doctor had said that it was nothing too critical but I couldn't hold myself together to think something might happen to my Peter. Dad was sitting on a chair beside me.

"Tara. Sit down, flower." he said.
I didn't want to argue over something like 'sitting' so I did. I looked at him and put an arm around my shoulder instantly. I broke down as he held me there. My crying didn't stop for a long time. But after a while my dad joined in. I didn't have the strength to console him so I let him cry.

After what seemed like years, though they were probably just one hour, a nurse came up and patted my shoulder. My face was dug into dad's chest and his in my hair. I looked up to find a smiling nurse with minimum to no makeup. I couldn't force a smile so I just kept looking at her.

"Your brother is up. If you want, you could go meet -" I didn't wait for her to finish. I got up and blasted through the door.

Peter was there propped up on his elbows trying to sit up. I ran to him and helped him up. He gave me a warm smile and I tried hard to control my tears. Once he was sitting against the headboard, I jumped into his arms . He was laughed lightly as he hugged me back. It was an awkward position so I climbed on top of him and sat in his lap as I buried my face in the crook of his neck. He simply pulled me closer to him as he kissed my hair. he stroked my back and I couldn't stop myself from crying.

"I'm so sorry Peter! " I said in between hiccups.

He didn't say anything but he didn't pull away either, which was a good sign. I kept saying sorry and he simply ran his hand up and down my back in a soothing way. After a while I'd stopped crying and he made me sit straight. He took hold of my shoulders and made me look at him. I hadn't realised he was crying as well. He wiped his face with the back of his sleeve and then my face with his palms.

"Oh, Tara. I'm sorry too. Are you alright?" he kissed my forehead and pulled me into another hug. But this one made me smile.

"I'm fine. How's your head?"

"better than ever. The doctors made sure to tighten the screws."

I laughed lightly and felt him pull me closer and bury his face in my hair just like dad had. It was these small little things that he shared with dad that I envied the most. Little gestures and movements that I could never have, however hard I tried.

"I didn't want to talk to you like that peter. I know i was being a baby. But - "

"It's okay. I get it. Even I was being a jerk now wasn't I?"

"Thank you for coming yesterday. I was so scared-"

"I'm your brother, ain't I ? It's my duty to protect you, little sister." he kissed my cheeks and ran a hand through my hair pushing it out of my face. He never liked it.

The door opened just then and dad came in. He sat on the chair by the bed and I just straightened myself but maintained my position on Peter's lap. His hands held my waist firmly as he smiled at dad.

"I thought we were having a group hug." my dad pouts like a kid making me giggle. I jump out of Peter's and into my dad's arms as he catches me and Peter joins in. I let out a heavy sigh as peter pulls away from his awkward position on the bed.