Inseparable

Chapter 8

By the time I arrive to the hospital, I ride my skateboard through the hallway before making it into the elevator. Luckily, there is no one on the first floor except for the woman at the front desk, giving me a concerned look which I ignored. I could've asked her what room my father is in but I was too anxious to see him. I could ask someone else on a other floor. Shit, I don't know which floor so I decide to go on the third one. There must be at least seven or eight floors at this hospital. I didn't bother looking at what it is called but I know that it was nearby my house. At least a mile, I have no idea.

I run up to the one of the front desks on the third floor that I could find and give the nice lady my name.

"I'm here for John Taylor." I frantically tell her.

She holds up her finger before dialing some number on the phone. After what seems like hours of pacing back and forth in the room and fidgeting with my fingers, the woman is off the phone.

"He is on floor six, room seventeen." She tells and with that, I thank her and run back to the elevator.

When I get to the sixth floor, I run down the hallway, my skateboard in hand, and catch a few glares from nurses and parents. I could care less, all I'm thinking about is just getting to my dad. The one that has been raising me ever since mom past away. It's only been four years without her but it seems so much longer. My dad hasn't found anyone else yet since her but he never put me aside. He always puts himself before me and never disobeys me.

I find room seventeen and immediately go inside and pull back the curtain. Luckily, he has the room to himself and I couldn't help myself as more tears run down my cheeks when I see his bruised face. By the look of his lips and his cheek, I can already tell there is gonna be a scar forming on there. His left eye is already forming a deep shade of purple and I can't help but continue to look at my father.

"Dad?" I sob. He doesn't move. The sound of beeping is the only thing that is heard throughout the room and needles are plugged into his arm and around his stomach, covered by white blankets. The sheets are a shade of pink but I'm sure the people here tried their best to stop the bleeding.

Whoever did this is going pay.

No movement from him yet and it's been five minutes since I've been here. I take the seat beside him and grip his hand with my own. I nearly choke on my sobs as I try to stay calm. He will be alright, I kept telling myself. No nursing assistants or doctors have came in the room since I've been here and it is already one in the morning. I didn't notice that the tv is on and one lamp from across the room is turned on. The only thing that is coming out from this room is his breathing, the lower volume of the television, and the beeping technology beside him.

After another hour of waiting, crying, and praying; a nurse comes in. Thank God.

"How is he?" I stand up immediately.

"We don't know at the moment right now. We are still taking some tests. But I can assure that he is fine, he's just taking a rest from the pills we have provided for him." She tells me.

"What are the pills for?" I ask the nice nurse.

"To sleep for a short period of time. Six hours tops?"

"Okay, thank you." I breathe. He's gonna be okay.

"I'm assuming you will stay here with him, would you like me to bring you some blankets?" She asks me and I nod. With that, she walks out the door behind her and appears back again within minutes with some blankets for me.

"We will keep you updated tomorrow morning." She smiles and I thank her once again before she leaves for the night.

I turned to my dad and close my eyes. I pray to God for the next few minutes, asking to give my dad strength so we can be safe and sound at home and that he will be okay.