Meeting Sebastian (OH HOLD)

Staring was a BAD Idea

CHAPTER ONE

(Zia’s POV)

For some reason I was in the hospital. I don’t know how I got here nor why am I in here, but for some reason I feel like I’ve been here before, it like-

 I’m at St. Thomas Hospital.

I’m at the hospital where my dad fought hard to stay.

I recognize now that I was in the ICU. I remember that my dad was in the second room of the floor, and there he was, laying on his deathbed.

This was the dad I saw when his Cancer got worse-his skin looked paler than usual, his mouth hidden by the oxygen mask, his face looked like it was made out of marble, his blonde hair gone because of his chemo- but he still looked fairly handsome.  I sat on the chair beside his bed, busying myself looking at him, taking in all of what was happening. I remember that my mom would tell me stories of their youth on how dad was full of life and energy, something that I want to remember him of. For the first few years of my life he was like that, until he was diagnosed with his sickness. You could just imagine a child’s horror to know that her father’s time is running out, and usually they would sulk around, blaming the world. I, on the other hand, tried as much as possible to spend time with him, help him ease of the pain. Eventually it got worse. He started to go skinnier, weaker, and more tired than usual. It was painful for him, but I guess it was more painful for me and my mom to watch him go through it alone because there’s not much we can do.

As if sensing that I was here, his eyes fluttered open looking up at the ceiling, then to me. I see his green eyes, still holding a bit of brightness, but it was not as bright as before. His eyes were hollow and sad, surrounded by dark shadows.

“Hey princess,” he said faintly, his voice ragged and shaky, “it’s so good to see you.”

“Hey daddy, how’ve you been?”

“I’ve been better.” I chuckled at his remark. “So what’s going on with you and your mom?”

I told him about what was going on in school, how mom was promoted, and how I was given an award. He looked at me, trying to stay focused on what I was saying, but I know that he was tired, and he was slowly slipping. I just hoped that I had more time.

I spent hours talking to him, and eventually mom came in the room in her work outfit. Though she looked beautiful, you can see the toll of what was happening in our family. Her usually cheery blue eyes were sad and had dark bags under them, her usually cheery attitude was down, and her smile was replaced with a sad expression.

“Hey there, Evie.” Dad said, his smile widened when he saw mom. Even in his condition you can still see the love in their eyes, and I guess that no matter what it will never fade. Looking at them I only wish that I can find something like that. “Hey yourself.” She replied, looking at dad like he just told her that he’s cancer-free. We spent another hour talking and laughing, almost forgetting that we were actually in a hospital. When mom told me that it was time to go, my heart sank a little. It always hurt me to leave my dad in the hospital, I felt like when I say bye it might be the end. So instead of saying good bye I always tell him “I’ll see you tomorrow, daddy”, and tip toeing to kiss his cheek.

“I’ll see you later princess, take care of your mommy alright?” he said and I simply nodded.

Then it was mom’s turn. When they said their good bye mom lifted my up to hug daddy. “I love you daddy” I said in his ear.

“I love you as well, my princess. Never forget that.” He said hugging me back. “I love you as well, my queen.” He said gesturing my mom to join the hug. She laughs and joins the hug saying “And I love you, my king.”