Diary of a Daughter (Based off of "Moments")

Four: The recovery

After a few days, Daddy S could finally come home from the doctors. Both me and Chica welcomed him back home. Daddy M however took Daddy S straight upstairs to get some rest and then he came downstairs to do his job in the computer room.

Later on that night, I woke up to the sound of both of my Daddies yelling at each other. After a while of arguing, they both came upstairs. I was standing out in the hallway, worried what had happened.

"It was just a small argument, Em. Everything is fine." Daddy M assured me.

However, the next day, I woke up to more yelling. Followed by the front door slamming. As I peeked out the bedroom door, I noticed Daddy S rushing down the hall and slamming the bedroom door shut. I could hear him crying from down the hall.

Suddenly, I became scared as I heard what sounded like Daddy S getting sick. I could hear him crying for help for Daddy M. I looked down from the upstairs hallway, finding no sign of him. Then, as I slowly opened the door to the bedroom, I could see the bathroom light on, and I found Daddy S lying on the ground.

It looked like a crime scene with blood.

I immediately ran over to him and tried to shake him awake and nothing worked. I began crying.

"DADDY M! DADDY M!" I cried, getting no answer.

As I continued crying, I noticed Uncle Matt suddenly rushing into the room.

"Hey, Hey, Emily it's okay! I got you!" Uncle Matt responded hugging me tightly. "Daddy S is going to be okay, I just need you to go downstairs and I'm going to call for help okay?"

I nodded and ran down the stairs, waiting on the couch. I noticed a bunch of doctors coming in moments later. As soon as everybody had left, Daddy M came back. He noticed the ambulances pulling away.

"Emily, baby are you okay?" Daddy M asked.
"Daddy M, where were you?" I cried.
"Hey, it's okay, don't worry, I'm right here!" Daddy M assured me. "I'm gonna take you to see Daddy S right now, okay?"

I nodded, but not saying a word to him as he carried me to the car and rushed over to the doctors again. This time, as I saw Daddy S, I laid my head on his shoulder, still not saying a single word to him and eventually falling asleep.

I woke up later on back at home in my bed. I became confused because I thought I had been dreaming.

I went into my Dad's room where I noticed Uncle Ryan cleaning up the bathroom. He looked up and smiled when he saw me.

"Hey cutie!" Uncle Ryan smiled. "Glad to see you're awake!"
"Why am I back here?" I asked.
"Well, your Daddy S is beginning his treatment now instead of later, and Daddy M thought it would be better if you came back here." Uncle Ryan explained.
"But I wanted to be with my Daddy..." I mumbled.
"I know baby girl..." Uncle Ryan assured. "But Daddy's treatment may take a while and we knew you might get tired or bored at the hospital."
"Okay..." I sighed.

I looked down at the floor, which was cleaned off from the blood that was there earlier. I couldn't stop thinking about that moment where I found Daddy S laying there. I ended up having to leave the room.

I went downstairs and sat on the couch and played with Chica. We played tug of war with her little rope. I held one end and she was biting and pulling on the other end. Because she knew how small I was, she was gentle on me, like she was with my Dads. But either way, she still ended up winning.

Uncle Ryan then came downstairs and continued playing with me and Chica. Just then, the phone rang and Uncle Ryan answered it. After about a minute, he hung up.

"Who was that?" I asked.
"That was Daddy M." Uncle Ryan responded. "They're still up at the hospital, but he'll be home soon."
"What about Daddy S?" I asked.
"He didn't say anything." Uncle Ryan said.

I sighed. I hated having to wait, especially since Daddy S was sick.

About a half hour later, Daddy M returned home, exhausted, but a bright look on his face. He especially smiled when he looked at me.

"What is it Daddy?" I asked.
"Guess what, baby girl?" Daddy M asked. "Daddy S is no longer sick!"

I smiled and hugged Dad tightly.

"Where is he?" I asked.
"They're still keeping him at the hospital for another few days to make sure it really is gone." Daddy M explained.

I nodded.

The next few days were a drag. It went from Dad taking me to school while he went and visited Daddy S at the hospital to him picking me up after school and taking me home. Apparently I wasn't old enough to see Daddy S at the part of the hospital he was at, which made me sad because I missed him.

But after three days, Daddy M took Daddy S back home and we all celebrated.

This was probably the most exhilarating 2 weeks of my entire life.