Being Josh Ramsay's Daughter

Your Dad

A/N: Hello lovelies. This part is dedicated to the wonderful AnotherIdiotFan. Thank you all for reading my stories. I hope you enjoy. :) <3

I took a deep breath to brace myself for what I was about to hear.

"The man who ran over you... after you collapsed..." She was having a hard time saying it.

"The man... that man... it was your dad..."

I found myself struggling for air. I could only fully breathe through my nose because opening my mouth hurt too much. I felt tears streaming down my cheeks. I inhaled long, deep breaths and exhaled just as quickly.

The thought of it seemed so awful. I stared up at the nurse.

"He's been in the waiting room since you arrived here. He only left when his band mates forced him to, to get food or change or shower. But other than that, he's been here the whole 4 months that you were in the coma. But he was feeling too much guilt to actually come in to see you."

4 months?!! I've been in a coma for 4 months?!! I felt my eyes widen in shock. I don't think she noticed though, she was trying not to make eye contact because she felt bad about what she was telling me.

"He knows you're awake. We told him. But, he's still feeling a little too guilty to come see you. He doesn't think you'll ever forgive him." She looked up and met my eyes.

Tears were still dripping from my eyes, not as much now though.

"Do you want him to come see you?"

I blinked once.

As much as I couldn't believe that he was the one who put me in this bed, I really couldn't blame him. He didn't know it was me, he didn't mean to do it. He is still my father, and I still love him. He doesn't think I'll ever forgive him, but truth is, I already have. I'm not happy about it or anything, but I'm sorta glad that this happened to me and not some other girl my age. Because that would've been a lot worse for him.

'Send him in.' I thought to myself. I wish I could've said it. I wish I could talk.